Seeing through another lens

May 31, 2013 § Leave a comment

May 19, 2013.
Revelation found through My talk with Michelle

In the past, I remembered a time when I shared a vision with Julia. I asked her if she saw everything in the vision that I had seen. She said, “Yes, and I saw something else.” She explained to me what she saw in the vision and I saw it too. I believed it was the Holy Spirit showing her something new. She was given a revelation to share with me.

In a similar way, when we share our testimonies with each other, God reveals more revelations to the people hearing the story to discover what we might have not seen. Because they are a different person, they have a different view on the story which then, they can contribute to identify God’s work in us.

 Don’t be afraid to share what God is doing in your life because he might just reveal something new to you.

We learn from each other’s testimonies and we grow so much faster together.

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Blooming Revelations

May 31, 2013 § Leave a comment

May 16, 2013.

I love understanding the different gifts in this world. Gifts that are used to build up and Gifts that are used for encouraging one another. God’s gift to us are his spiritual gifts, and his gift to me is to identify the gifts in my friends and other people. Every person on this planet holds pieces of puzzles just waiting to be solved to form a picture. That picture is a revelation given by God.

Discovering the gifts of my friends is an adventure for me. It’s my kind of bushwhacking through a jungle and when I find a treasure chest hidden away, God pours revelations down onto me. His revelations are glorious.

I had a vision a while ago:

I saw a flower blooming and another flower blooming inside the first flower… this pattern kept continuing and soon a chain of flowers bloomed into each other forming a circle.

(If you have a hard time picturing it, imagine a crown a flowers – chained together.)

As I was sharing this gift and vision with Michelle, I suddenly began aware of the meaning for my vision.

We (Followers of Jesus) grow into flowers. One at a time, we blossom into beauty. Once we’ve blossomed into flowers, we learn something new about ourselves. It’s like God teaching us a revelation in our life. So this constant blooming of one flower into the next is God giving us one revelation to the next.

Revelations are beautiful.

 

 

The Joy of the Lord is my Strength

May 29, 2013 § Leave a comment

On the afternoon of Thursday May 9, 2013… I wasn’t in a good mood.

By evening, I had attended an Open Door and InterVarsity Christian Fellowship Barbecue. This was the last event for our semester before the beginning of summer. There were so many people at this event… they were all so overwhelming.

I didn’t want to engage in conversations with any of the new faces, so I decided to sit down on a picnic blanket with my friend Natasha and the Birthday girl. I told them I didn’t feel like socializing with everyone because I wasn’t feeling so well. My introvert personality was taking over. Natasha patted to a spot beside her and opened her left arm toward me and said, “You can sit beside me and we can sit in silence.” I replied, “No, it’s okay. I don’t feel like socializing with others, but I don’t mind talking to you.” I told her that I wanted to set up my slack line, but I didn’t know where to put it… I wanted a place where it was less populated with people, and a place where the trees are lined up with the perfect amount of space in between them. I said to her, “I don’t feel like setting it up right now, but maybe after I eat and after the line for the food dies down.” Natasha finished her food and insisted I put up. So I did as she requested. We found a tree and set it up with the help of a few others.

Finally, the slack line was set. I walked on the line and immediately my whole body relaxed… My troubles disappeared. I became free of my worries and anxieties. I received great joy from walking on a thin line and with this joy, a deep passion rose from within me. It was this passionate joy that gave me the strength to carry on and to not be defeated by my own struggles.

May 13, 2013.

Today after doing an at site orientation and tour, I found myself feeling fatigued, weak, and drained. I was hydrated, but I was hungry. My lack of iron and food in my body made me weak – or so that’s what I thought. We came back to the school (at KidsAlive) and ate lunch. My stomach was filled and then I fell asleep. I took a nap for an hour and a half thinking i would be regenerated with energy. When I woke up, I felt weak and gross, I felt even worse than before I took the nap. I climbed out of my bed and walked over to the hallway with my water bottle. I sat down leaning against the wall, refilled my water bottle from the water machine and drank. I was not feeling so great.

I thought about how I was feeling weak and fatigue; and the food I ate didn’t seem to give me the energy I needed. The nap didn’t give me rest, but instead made everything worse.

Contemplating thoughts in my head…. “What do I need to do to gain strength and to do some work? I came here to work and if I am weak and fatigue, how will I work? I’ll be useless.”

I was on the verge of tears, feeling defeated by this physical illness. I did not cry and I firmly said to myself like a promise, “I will still work even if I do collapse.” I stood up and walked downstairs.

Another thought came to me. I have learnt to rebuke spiritual and mental feelings, but this physically feeling was challenging me at a whole other level. If the food I eat and the rest I get from sleeping gives me no strength, where can I get my strength from to continue on? From God? It’s been a long time since i have trusted God to give me strength.

Our team left to paint at the orphanage. I was fine painting and sometimes while working I had the occasional head rushes when I stood up, so I tried to stay low and if i needed to stand up again, I would do it slowly. When we had finished painting, I noticed Josiah playing with Nathan’s water bottle. Josiah had been opening and closing the lid to the bottle. I would say, “Open” and Josiah would open the lid, then I would say, “Close” and Josiah would close the lid. He was having a joyous time, and his joy brought me joy. He was having fun over a simple thing in which I didn’t understand.

I noticed I didn’t feel that weak as I was earlier. It may be because of the less strain of work. Painting was relaxing to me, but even so my strength was coming from somewhere else.

This evening during the Debrief, I had recognized that Josiah’s Joy was from the Lord.

The joy of the lord is my strength… and it was… and is now.

Climbing to the Top

May 29, 2013 § Leave a comment

May 12, 2013. In the Dominican Republic.

A revelation occurred to me when
Joe said, “Brandon, you always love to climb things.”

I love climbing everything. Climbing to the top of any solid structure brings to me a great and marvelous sighting. The higher I am, the greater the view will be when I look over the top. I am inspired by the beauty of God’s creation.

When I am at the peak,  in my joy I say,
“Wow! I can see my home from this skyscraper! And look at those mountains all covered with snow! I can see so much more than before.” 

These excitements kindle my spirit with a fiery passion.

When I climb to the top of a lamp post, or a side of a building, or a structural design, or a rock, I receive a satisfaction and a revelation for seeing all that God has provided for me and much more! Every time I find myself on top of something, God brings me newer and challenging experiences to face. And knowing me, my ambitious and determined personality thrusts me forward into finding a solution for each problem.

Every mountain has its challenges and overcoming those challenges makes us stronger.

I must find a way to get to the top!

 

Hives and Scales

May 8, 2013 § 1 Comment

May 7, 2013. 19:47.

This morning while I was cooking eggs over a very hot crepe pan, it was my mistake to put the heat on so high. I noticed the eggs started to bubble and form what looked to be like a hive. I became grossed out by the small bubbles forming together in the scrambled eggs. I immediately started to brush the remaining of the uncooked egg into the holes of the hive with a spatula to cover up the grossness.

Earlier this evening I was soaking chias, hemp hearts, and buckwheat to mix into my yogurt for a snack. I became intrigued by the detail shown on the chias’ skin. The Pattern of the soaked now burst chia, reminded me of the scales of a snake combined with their eggs. Again, I became disgusted by the many black snake scaled like eggs filling my bowl and now soon to be mixed with yogurt. Goose bumps ran across my flesh…

The scrambled eggs like a hive and the chias’ snake scaled like eggs reminded of a vision I had on Saturday afternoon.

I looked at myself through a mirror and my face was covered with barnacles.

I became horrified at the disgusted image I saw of myself.

I stumbled across a revelation thinking about the disgusted images of hives and their scaled eggs. Those hives and the scaled eggs resembled the vision of the barnacles on my face which i saw on Saturday. Immediately after, the story of Jesus healing Saul’s eyes from blindness came to my mind.

“Immediately, something like scales feel from Saul’s eyes, and he could see again. He got up and was baptized, and after taking some food, he regained his strength…” (Acts 9:18, 19 NIV).

I felt like God was healing me, these barnacles on my face distorting my image and my true self. On the outside of my flesh I bore a sharp, rough, and ugly attitude. I became disgusted by these images because this was not who God made me to be, but in face, this was a trial I had to overcome. These barnacles fell off my face just like the scales that fell off Saul’s eyes and now my face reflects a softness; a softness which my spirit flows with love and gentleness.

-On my way home from work, I took out a bus ticket and placed it in between my left underarm and my book. I wanted to close up my backpack after taking out my wallet and at the same time walk across the crosswalk to save some time. I tossed my backpack over my shoulders and placed the book back in my hand. While walking up to the sky train, I noticed the ticket I had thought I held in my hand had disappeared. I believed I dropped it when I grabbed my book from my underarm. The ticket probably feel to the ground… I didn’t mind that I dropped the ticket, but maybe someone will find it and use it. Oh well.

I walk up to the Transit machines at the sky train and notice a man holding a credit card in his hand. He looked confused and he wasn’t sure what to do because he had wanted to buy a transit ticket from the machine, but both machines only accepted cash. I had stopped just before the machine to take out another bus ticket from my wallet. I said to the man, “Let me help you.” And so I did, I searched my backpack for a my wallet. I had thought of buying his ticket with my cash, but I realized I didn’t need to pay with cash because I had plenty of transit tickets. I ripped out a two zone bus ticket and gave it to the man.

He asked, ” I want to pay you back”,

I replied, ” Don’t worry about it.”

He offered again, “I’ll give you my number to pay you back.”

I simply said, “Take it. It’s my gift to you.”

He walked away with a free ticket in his hand and I called out to him, “You will need to stamp it.” I showed him how to place the ticket in the machine that stamps it with a time and date. I introduced myself and shook his hand, “My name is Brandon”, and he said, “My name is Satinder.”

A few weeks ago, I found it hard to give money or anything to people on the streets, but today I discovered those barnacles covering my face had fallen off and my heart was made new in God. So today, I freely give to those who need help or ask for something, God has healed my heart from this disease.

 

Midway through the worship night, I found myself walking to the backdoor and sitting on the wooden steps leading up to our house. Thinking and placing all these pieces together in one night made me itchy. I still receive goosebumps and a gross hive-like feel when I think about that evening. Collecting my thoughts together, I wrote down everything on my Iphone in my notes. Everything unfolded before my eyes and my body began to itch like crazy… Actually, it felt like the scales from my face was falling off. The thing was, the barnacles weren’t just falling off my face, but they were falling off my whole body! I trembled at the sight  of this vision and feeling being pressed onto me. I brushed my arms, neck, and face with my hands. When will it all stop?! I finally declared and placed all of my burdens, scales, barnacles, and hives into my hands. I gave them to God and dumped them at the foot of Christ’s cross. Finally. I felt relieved. Feeling much better, I stood up and walked back to the worship session.

23:58
During this evening’s worship, I was sitting on a black bean bag. I found these small white styrofoam balls leaking from the black bean bag. I got up off the bean bag and collected the small bead-like styrofoam balls into a pile. I was talking to a friend and I told them that these styrofoam beads was a metaphor for my scales that had fallen off from my face. I felt greatly at peace.

I am no longer sick, but I’m healed and freed. Also to note, the scales (barnacles) were once black (covered in darkness), but they were now white (purified).

Praise God who is always good.
The father who heals and who loves us so so much!

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