Saturday, April 29, 2006

Vision

4.29.2006

We were praying for youth. I was listening to the music and I closed my eyes.

I saw Godzilla rising from the sea. He was enormous, larger than any of the buildings in the city. The people were afraid of him, some ran and hid. He was on a mission to take over the town. The people feared he would destroy the town. What he did was destroy the evil monster that was in the town that the people did not know about. When the evil was destroyed the people loved Godzilla.

God said to me the youth today are like Godzilla. They are in some ways covered in a sea; a sea of the filth the media is using to keep this generation in bondage. But the generation is rising up. As they rise up some people will be afraid of them; they are different that anyone who has come before them; they are radical. Some people will be afraid of them and try not to get involved with them. But they will be heard. Like Godzilla was taller than the buildings and could be seen so the youth will be louder and will be heard. They will take the cities. They will take the cities by destroying what is evil. The city will be destroyed and rebuilt-transformed. And then the people will love the youth; the youth that are radical, loud, warriors.

Monday, April 24, 2006

Hope

A family in my neighborhood once brought in two cocoons that were just about to hatch. They watched as the first began to open and the tiny butterfly inside squeezed very slowly and painfully through a tiny hole that it had chewed in one end of the cocoon. After lying exhausted for about ten minutes following its agonizing emergence, the butterfly finally flew out of the open window on its beautiful wings.The family decided to help the second butterfly so that it would not have to go through such an excruciating ordeal. So, as it began to emerge, they carefully sliced open the cocoon with a razor blade, doing the equivalent of a Caesarean section. The second butterfly never did sprout wings, and in about ten minutes, instead of flying away, it died.The family asked a biologist friend to explain what had happened. The scientist said that the difficult struggle to emerge from the small hole actually pushes liquids from deep inside the butterfly's body cavity into the tiny capillaries in the wings, where they harden to complete the healthy and beautiful adult butterfly. Without the struggle, there are no wings!!!!