FAITHINGFORTY #29

During a time of fasting, leading up to Easter, my friend Paul Lanier is publishing a word for each day. This year, all of them have been a word into my life; #29 especially so. Paul allows me to post his words to the blog, and he wonderfully articulates something here that I have never been able to communicate so clearly. Read on, and be blessed!

Your brother in Christ,

Dave

FAITHINGFORTY #29

Paul Francis Lanier
April 8, 2014

I realize that I'm very early with this one, and that it's very long. But I believe it is a word that can truly speak to our lives. It comes from many years of Ministry, and in particular, from Ministering to precious people pursuing the Presence of God in this Great Fast.

Words are so powerful. Extraordinarily powerful. Supernaturally powerful. By words God created the Heavens and the earth. And words continue to create worlds and destroy them. I think it is important for all of us to step back and personally examine our own process of communication. Let me share with you what can happen in a conversation every day.

Much of my counseling has to do with peoples' reactions to words or events that were never truly spoken or never occurred the way they perceived it. They are bound to a stronghold of Perception that has owned and directed their lives for years.

So often a sentence is spoken and it is experienced on a myriad of levels. Of course there is the level of specific words that are actually spoken at a particular time and place. But then the tone, the inflection, how those words sound when spoken, have their own meaning. Was it spoken enthusiastically? Disparagingly? Sincerely?

Where I am emotionally or spiritually can be a determining factor in what I hear, whether that word is actually spoken or not. Then when the words or unwords are repeated by myself or another, my initial perception can be altered or multiplied. So the truest content can be completely lost by what I think I heard. And what I think I heard then is experienced on the deeper level of feelings. Each time repeated, it becomes more real and more entrenched within me. My emotions become involved. I become surprised. Excited. Disappointed. Outraged. Once those words have been charged by emotion they take root in my heart and mind at a completely different and deeper level. From that moment on, when another person tries to converse with me about those words, it is a wholly other experience. The conversation is no longer about specific words spoken on a particular day, at an undeniable location. My emotions are now dictate. They bring the color and the intensity. They provide the interpretation to me. My emotions now tell me how I feel about what I think I heard. My emotions tell me how I will react to you or anyone else because of what I think I heard. So you are no longer having a conversation with me about facts… You are conversing with my feelings. And there lies the disconnect. So you might be able to logically prove that, indeed, the sky is blue or that the bus is yellow or that a dollar bill equals 100 pennies. But that's not the deeper point for me. You've only addressed the skeleton of the issue… But there are also vital organs and skin and mind and perception and experience. So you can confront my misunderstanding and walk away thinking the problem is resolved. But it is not resolved. It is nowhere near resolved. Because this is not about an explanation, but an experience. You had a conversation on one level of reality, but I am living my life on a completely different level of reality. My reality might not be true. It might be detrimental. But regardless, it has become my reality.

Some experiences can be addressed by a meaningful and thoughtful, discerning conversation that removes layer after layer of misunderstanding and misperception. Others must be directly addressed supernaturally, because hell has successfully taken a word never spoken and created a wound from it. It actually requires a spiritual experience upon the Word of God that Delivers us from a wound and a memory that could be based upon something that never even occurred, or was spoken. Indeed, many of the real prisons of our life are built upon a foundation of words or acts that actually never happened. But we perceived they were spoken. We perceived that conversation. We perceived that event and we created a lifelong reaction… While hell laughs.

Speak, "Enough" to your heart and life! Dethrone your memories. Take back the crown from that wound and return it to the Lover of your soul. Determine that you will bow your knee to no pain. No lie. No word-spoken or not. No event-true or imagined. Ground your life only in the True Word that He Speaks.… And Live.+

The Lord's Prayer – Revisited

I thought I posted this a while back (maybe years ago), but I cannot seem to find it on the blog. If you do manage to find it posted here, and you post a comment that indicates the date it was first posted, I will immortalize you in a future blog post. I know it’s not much, but it’s cheaper than…
offering a $100 reward to the first-to-find!
Also, I’d love to give credit to the author, so if you can point me to a credible source of authorship, same deal; immortalized on the blog.

The following is written as a 2-person, 1-act play, and is great fun to perform. Kids, teens, and adults love it because it works on so many levels. If you print out 2 scripts and pass them out to 2 outgoing people in your group, it’s amazing how fast each slips into character.
As I said: “It’s great fun!”

The person praying is the BLUE FONT COLOR,
while God is the RED FONT COLOR.

I hope you get all the way down to the end of this. Not only is it fun and thought provoking, but it changes the way people think about AND PRAY the prayer Jesus taught us to pray.

Enjoy.

YBIC, Dave Hoag

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Our Father Who Art In Heaven…
Yes?

Don't interrupt me. I'm praying.
But -- you called ME!

Called you?
No, I didn't call you.
I'm praying.
Our Father who art in Heaven…
There -- you did it again!

Did what?
Called ME… you said,
"Our Father who art in Heaven."
Well, here I am.
What's on your mind?

But I didn't mean anything by it.
I was, you know,
just saying my prayers for the day.
I always say the Lord's Prayer.
It makes me feel good,
kind of like fulfilling a duty.
Well, all right.
Go on.

Okay, Hallowed be thy name.
Hold it right there.
What do you mean by that?

By what?
By "Hallowed be thy name"?

It means, it means… good grief,
I don't know what it means.
How in the world should I know?
It's just a part of the prayer.
By the way, what does it mean?
It means honored, holy, wonderful.

Hey, that makes sense.
I never thought about what 'hallowed' meant before. Thanks.
Thy Kingdom come,
Thy will be done,
on earth as it is in Heaven.
Do you really mean that?

Sure, why not?
What are you doing about it?

Doing? Why, nothing, I guess.

I just think it would be kind of neat if you got control of everything down here like you have up there. We're kind of in a mess down here you know.

Yes, I know, but…
have I got control of you?

Well, I go to church.
That isn't what I asked you.
What about your bad temper?
You've really got a problem there, you know. And then there's the way you spend your money -- all on yourself. And what about the kind of books you read?

Now hold on just a minute!
Stop picking on me!
I'm just as good as some of the rest of those

People at church!

Excuse ME.
I thought you were praying
for my will to be done.
If that is to happen,
it will have to start with the ones
who are praying for it.
Like you -- for example.

Oh, all right. I guess I do have some hang-ups.
Now that you mention it,
I could probably name some others.
So could I.

I haven't thought about it very much until now,
but I really would like to cut out some of those things.
I would like to, you know, be really free.
Good.
Now we're getting somewhere. We'll work together -- You and ME.
I'm proud of YOU.

Look, Lord, if you don't mind,
I need to finish up here.
This is taking a lot longer than it usually does.
Give us this day, our daily bread.
You need to cut out the bread.
You're overweight as it is.

Hey, wait a minute! What is this?
Here I was doing my religious duty,
and all of a sudden you break in
and remind me of all my hang-ups.
Praying is a dangerous thing.
You just might get what you ask for.
Remember…
you called ME -- and here I am.
It's too late to stop now.
Keep praying… (pause)…
Well, go on.

I'm scared to.
Scared? Of what?

I know what you'll say.
Try ME.

Forgive us our sins, as we forgive those who sin against us.
What about Ann?

See? I knew it!
I knew you would bring her up!
Why, Lord, she's told lies about me, spread stories.
She never paid back the money she owes me.
I've sworn to get even with her!
But -- your prayer --
What about your prayer?

I didn't -- mean it.

Well, at least you're honest.
But, it's quite a load carrying around all that bitterness
and resentment isn't it?

Yes, but I'll feel better as soon as I get even with her.
Boy, have I got some plans for her.
She'll wish she had never been born.
No, you won't feel any better.
You'll feel worse.
Revenge isn't sweet.
You know how unhappy you are --
Well, I can change that.

You can? How?
Forgive Ann.
Then, I'll forgive you;
And the hate and the sin,
will be Ann's problem -- not yours.
You will have settled the problem
as far as you are concerned.

Oh, you know, you're right.
You always are.
And more than I want revenge,
I want to be right with You… (sigh)...
All right all right…
I forgive her.
There now!
Wonderful!
How do you feel?

Hmmmm. Well, not bad.
Not bad at all!
In fact, I feel pretty great!
You know, I don't think I'll go to bed uptight tonight.
I haven't been getting much rest, you know.
Yeah, I know.
But, you're not through with your prayer are you?
Go on.

Oh, all right.
And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.
Good! Good! I'll do that.
Just don't put yourself in a place
where you can be tempted.

What do you mean by that?
You know what I mean.

Yeah. I know.
Okay.
Go ahead. Finish your prayer.

For Thine is the kingdom,
and the power,
and the glory forever and ever.
Amen.
Do you know what would bring me glory --
What would really make me happy?

No, but I'd like to know.
I want to please you now.
I've really made a mess of things.
I want to truly follow you.
I can see now how great that would be.
So, tell me…
How do I make you happy?
YOU JUST DID!

Knocking

My friend, and one of my spiritual mentors, Paul Francis Lanier, posted the following on Facebook recently:

“Went through my computer last night and deleted hundreds of email addresses. Some from names I don't even recognize. Others from folk I haven't spoken to in years. No doubt some had abandoned their old tired address years ago, but not me. I should have removed them long, long ago. A thousand reasons why I'd kept them . . . but none of them were good enough anymore. You see, I don't let go easily, it's just who I am. But there comes a time when you must stop looking down the road and start listening to the door at those who've been knocking for too long, waiting for a home in your heart.”

It got me thinking about how many people Paul touches with God’s Word. People like me, who live thousands of miles away from Paul’s home church; people who don’t rub elbows with him on a regular basis, but have received a word, a blessing, or an invitation from Paul. Many might have only heard Paul’s voice on an audio recording, read his writing, seen a re-posted quote, or had a fleeting introduction at a business meeting. Paul lives out and shares the love of Christ in a very real and honest way that draws people to him. I can see how he’d collect a great many email addresses over the years, and how impossible it would be to stay current and connected to all those hearts he has touched.

I got to thinking about how I’m OK with Paul purging my email address. Paul is being true to his calling, and his calling is not to maintain a list of everyone who has ever sent him an email. It’s up to the rest of us to seek out, encourage, and support the spiritual mentors (prophets) that God brings into our lives.

One last thing… the whole situation inspired me to pen the following:


Knocking

by David Alan Hoag  --  January 29, 2014

God steers me to his purpose
With words I need to hear;
Often, when I hear God’s Word,
It comes from Paul Lanier.

You don’t need to know the name
Of every tiny sprout,
Nor the number of the stalks,
Or heads they each bring out.

No need to count the kernels;
There’s only one real need:
Heed and speak the Word of God…
And keep on planting seed.

Thanks for the continuing inspiration, Paul!

Your brother in Christ,

Dave

Christmas with Ann

Ann Voskamp is a farmer's wife, home-educating mama to 6, and author of the NYT bestseller One Thousand Gifts: A Dare to Live Fully Right Where You Are. She is also a DaySpring writer, Women of Faith speaker, and library book loser. She’s been named by Christianity Today as one of the leading 50 women most shaping culture and the church today. She’s also soup-stirrer, partner with Compassion International, loud laugher, kid snuggler, and Jesus lover. Honestly, she's a bit of a mess. It’s okay, really. Grace is the most amazing of all.

Please… take a few minutes to let this amazing woman share the true meaning of Christmas with you in this simple home video. You will be blessed!



Sharing my love with you, and wishing you a wonderful and loving Christmas!

Your brother in Christ,

Dave

Ann’s journal is at: http://www.aholyexperience.com/

Holiday Things

It’s time, once again, for my annual Christmas card. This year, I made 500 to share with co-workers, family, friends, my church, and strangers. I’ve already handed out most of them, though… a couple of dozen still have to get posted to snail mail (old Christmas card habits die hard). The picture is the one I used for the front of the card, so with the exception of the little logo and identifying date stuff on the back, the card is here on the blog. If you MUST have a physical card to hold in your hand, message me your email address and I'll send you the WORD file so you can print one on your color printer. Folding it into card form... I leave to you. Merry Christmas!

Holiday Things

by David Alan Hoag  --  December 8, 2013
(sung to “My Favorite Things” with apologies to Rodgers and Hammerstein)

Mall decorations that start in October
Disgusting Santas that can’t remain sober
Huge Christmas trees lashed to cars with just strings
These are a few of our Holiday things

Black Friday shoppers that line up for savings
Fist fights and tazings and rantings and ravings
Parking lot frenzies leave cars with fresh dings
These are a few of our Holiday things

No Christmastime it’s a Holiday Season
A public manger’s municipal treason
Racking up credit so much that it stings
These are a few of our Holiday things

When the season
Isn’t jolly
When it all seems mad
I simply remember the little Christ Child
And then I don't feel so bad

A star to the Wise Men new secrets unfurled
Shepherds heard angels sing “Joy to the World”
God’s gift to humans that comes with no strings
These are a few of my Christmastime things

A Savior the wise and the powerful sought
When God sent our Savior it’s not what they thought
God crowned a baby the King of all Kings
These are a few of my Christmastime things

We needed a Savior so God sent us one
We mean so much to Him He sent His own Son
Filled with such love and such joy my heart sings
These are a few of my Christmastime things

When I give thanks
To my Savior
And to God above
And I remember the little Christ Child
My heart overflows with love

Merry Christmas to You!

May Christmas bring you…
love, peace, and uncontainable joy
to fill your heart, and your New Year, too!

Dave  Hoag

 

 

Too Busy With Christmas to See Christ

I hope you have spiritual mentors in your life. I’m not just talking about your Pastor (who SHOULD be one of your spiritual mentors), but other men and women who breathe God’s Spirit into your life on a regular basis. Greg Laurie, one of my many spiritual mentors, is the senior pastor of Harvest Christian Fellowship, with campuses in Riverside and Irvine, California. What follows, here, is a teaching story Greg posted on Facebook (12/6/2013). I didn’t want to lose track of it, so I reposted it here on the blog.
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Status Update by Greg Laurie
I heard the story of a mother who was out Christmas shopping, frantically trying to get everything done. She had her small child with her, but for a moment, she lost sight of him. In sheer panic, she started retracing her steps and found him with his nose pressed against the glass of a store display, looking at a manger scene.

The boy said, "Mommy, Mommy! Look! It is Jesus in the hay!"

"Let's go," she said, as she took him by the hand and led him away. "We don't have time for that."

Exactly! That is the whole problem with this time of year that we call Christmas. We can be so busy celebrating Christmas that we forget all about Christ. In a sense, we can actually lose God in the midst of it all. We can very easily lose God in the so-called celebration of Jesus.

For many, the Christmas story is the one about Scrooge being visited by the Ghost of Christmas Past, or maybe Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, or Frosty the Snowman or Santa Claus.

But technically, can we lose God? No, we really can't. You can't lose someone if you know where they are. If you know where they are, then they are not lost. But you can lose sight of someone. And some have lost sight of the Lord in their lives, especially at this time of the year.

Maybe you've had the experience of talking with someone who was checking their texts or updating their social media as you're trying to tell them something important.

God never does that. God is never disinterested. God is never distracted. And even if we forget about Him, He never forgets about us. Christmas is not about buying presents; it is about His presence in our lives.
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Think about that! Our focus at Christmas (and all the time, actually), should be all about Christ’s presence in our lives. THAT presence is the… Joy to the World! What if we spent less time buying presents, and spent more time in the presence of God? Just a thought…

Your brother in Christ,

Dave

The Christmas Scale

A story of the Good News. This is a short and touching story that you are not likely to forget. Enjoy!

Your brother in Christ,

Dave

Oceans (Hillsong United live)

Such simple teaching, shared with a quiet passion, and sung from the heart… ignites God’s Holy Spirit! This is happening all over the world. If it’s not happening in your church it may be because you have become old wineskins. This just might be important to consider, as God directed Matthew, Mark, and Luke to write about it in all their Gospels, as in:

Matthew 9:17

Neither do people pour new wine into old wineskins. If they do, the skins will burst; the wine will run out and the wineskins will be ruined. No, they pour new wine into new wineskins, and both are preserved.”

Mark 2:22

And no one pours new wine into old wineskins. Otherwise, the wine will burst the skins, and both the wine and the wineskins will be ruined. No, they pour new wine into new wineskins.”

Luke 5:37

And no one pours new wine into old wineskins. Otherwise, the new wine will burst the skins; the wine will run out and the wineskins will be ruined.

You don’t have to be an old wineskin. Repent, die to sin and death, and be raised up… a new creation… in Christ!

If your church is full of old wineskins and you are looking for a place to worship God that is open to, and filled with His Holy Spirit, I invite you to come experience worship at Eastside Christian Church in Anaheim, California. Come experience what it means to be a new wineskin! If you are not in Southern California, look for a Christian fellowship that is embracing God’s Spirit to:

1.       Pursue God

2.       Build Community

3.       Unleash Compassion

Christian communities that are alive in God’s Spirit are not hard to find… just look for the light on the hill. Stepping out of the boat onto the raging ocean might seem difficult, but if you keep your eyes on Jesus you can overcome a lifetime of ritual, habit, and customs to become a new wineskin. There is no need to remain cracked, broken, and empty, when you can be made new and filled with the new wine of salvation… in Jesus.

If you decide to check out Eastside, contact me, and I’d be overjoyed to show you around.

YBIC,

Dave Hoag

Facebook Friends

To all my friends on Facebook: Thank You for blessing my life!

I’m conservative about who I allow as a friend on Facebook; I only “friend” people I know in real-life. Because of this I am continually blessed by all my wonderful Facebook friends. They encompass a wide spectrum of humanity… singles, couples, working, retired, professionals, family, spiritual mentors, and many brothers and sisters in Christ. The following is by no means an exhaustive list… of some of the people I know on Facebook… and of some of the ways they bless me:

To all my friends who are singles… thank you for sharing your mercurial ups and downs, selfies that you will probably regret one day, bar adventures, ball games, concert pictures, Vegas weekends, and latest crushes. I may not agree with all of your life choices, but I love your enthusiasm and love of life.

To all my friends who are couples… thank you for the never-ending stream of kid pictures. Keep them coming, as I’m pretty sure I haven’t seen every possible shot of kids at Disneyland, water parks, or the beach. Actually, it’s pretty amazing to watch your kids grow up… with so many facets of their lives covered by social media.

To all my friends who are working… thank you for full coverage of seminars, retreats, and business conferences. Finding you in conference pictures brings back fond memories of “Where’s Waldo.” It’s great to see you in happy poses with co-workers, but trust me when I say that dissing the boss or the company you work for on a public forum WILL come to a bad end.

To all my friends who are retired… thank you for the constant flow of grandchild pictures, snowbird travels, and strange bucket list doings. I suppose I’ll be right there with you if I ever get to retire. Since I swore I’d never go back to the refrigerator box under the overpass, I’ll probably be working well into my nineties!

To all my friends who are professionals… thank you for not wasting my precious Facebook time with constantly asking me to LIKE your business, professional organization, or inappropriate website. Actually, I know that you are far too busy recommending skills for each other on LinkedIn to update your Facebook much anymore.

To all my friends who are family… thank you for constantly inviting me to share your Farmville or Candy Crush addiction. Thanks for posting disturbing pictures of me at raucous family gatherings! Happily, since virtually all of these cell phone portraits are blurry, I can easily disavow any association, and clearly claim mistaken identity. Exceptions include the stunning pictures my daughters post of themselves, their husbands, and my amazing grandsons; photographic genius! Like, like, like, like!!!

To all my friends who are my spiritual mentors… thank you for planting seeds in my life. I love you for never giving up, for getting a message to me, for faithing on, and for calling me to harvests. You bless me in ways you may never know. Thank you!

To all my friends who are brothers and sisters in Christ… and know that you cover the entire spectrum of people I call “friends”… thank you for your encouragement, your edification, your love, and your prayers. More often than you know, you are a light in the darkness for me.

So, wherever you fit in my list, thank you for being in my life. Thanks for the good and the not-so-good, the amazing and the mundane, and thank you for adding light, color, and interesting texture to my life.

With much love and many blessings,

YBIC,

Dave

Sticks and Stones… (Part 2)

More on how words can label us…

Satan is always whispering in our ear how we aren’t good enough, how we have failed, and how we should expect to be rejected. Watch, and listen to, this powerful video by Matthew West, called:

“Hello, My Name Is…”



Next time Satan tries to slap a negative label you, look at the name tag God has given you and remember that you are a…

Child of the One True King!

YBIC,

Dave Hoag