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Time Mutated to the Max
I work at an elementary school, part time, in a special education classroom. I am a para educator and I thoroughly enjoy my job. It is delightful and exhausting. My shift is in the afternoon so I am there until the end of the school day. (this is a re-post, brought to mind by a current conversation, thanks Pastor Chris.)
I had completed my day and had just got to my car. Sitting in the driver’s seat and stretching my legs, taking a deep sigh and just getting buckled in. I was hurrying because if you don’t get out of the parking lot by 3:20 you’ll be stuck in the congestion for 10 or more minutes. Nothing like what you find on Highway 405 at 5 pm, but stuck none the less. I was struck right between the eyes with the realization that so many others here were doing the very same thing. Shoving to get in and then get out. Jostling their vehicles in just the right position to pick up the child and get out. Get on to the next task. Funny we are so polite to others until our parking spot or time has been absorbed.
I began to think about the process of multi-tasking and getting every possible ounce of productivity out of each and every moment that we breathe. I mean really sometimes that is how some of us live. We are a success if we can describe in detail the very best and most productive use of each minute in any family, job, even vacation or relaxation moment of time.
I think the fact that I had just read a job announcement from a company with a complete and ridiculous cold calling expectation might have had some impact on what was bringing this thought around. The advertisement on craigslist for the job had how long it took to dial a number, how often you would get a voice mail and the time it took to leave a message and then if you got a real person the average call would last 4 minutes and their goal for you was to make 800 calls a day. Now mathematically speaking it works out, but having done this as a job I can tell you 120 calls a day is really good.
So back to my point and thought: God created time way back in Genesis. As soon as He created day and then night a calendar began. Not before that – but just at that very moment. God created time for man, as a way to keep things in order and help prevent chaos. Seems we, man, have taken time and tried to micro-manage any of the freedom out of it we can. We are trying to be the god of time, instead of allowing God to be our time-clock. No longer can we stop and help someone, what if we are late? We have lost the value of craftsmanship and creativity to machinery that churns out 30K identical items per hour to be sold and reordered the same for the next shopper.
I think we have surpassed the line of productivity and entered into the twilight zone of a mutation of time. When will it end?
I got out of the shower today and was getting dressed. I notice on my right forearm a quarter sized bruise and wondered where did that come from? I do not remember smacking my arm against anything recently or anything hitting me with that kind of force, what it takes to leave a bruise. I touched it with my pointer finger and did not feel any pain. Hmm deep enough to leave a mark but no pain when pressure is applied that’s odd. Our past life experiences are sometimes like that. We have some hurts that left a scar but by the grace of God and the blood of Jesus Christ they don’t hurt anymore. We may see or remember these bruises from time to time. Often we refer to them as our testimony. Maybe it was abandonment, divorce, abuse, neglect, addictions or whatever the case may be. Somehow by our act of laying these down before the cross the pain has been removed. We have walked through the healing process and moved on and see that there is life after such a tragedy. For others when they see the visual reminder the pain is immediately there! The agony of the hurt inflicted while going through the divorce or abuse lingers and they have not let God heal them. They are so used to wearing the pain and have become a victim of the action that they seem to not know any other way to respond. I hear it from time to time as I minister to people. The victim tone. My husband and I were facilitating a time of worship and Bible study recently for a group of men recovering from drug and alcohol addictions. One man came up to us afterwards and asked for prayer, but in his asking did more wining than confessing. He was being wrongly accused and set up. Now it is true that this happens, but it was his tone in the describing of the events that caused concern. Do you know what I am talking about? Think about it for a moment. Is it not true that sometimes we so love the attention and concern that we get when we wear our bruise or badge as a horrible accusation or infirmity that only we have ever had to bear! The ole woe is me story and no one else has ever been through this like I have! I am not assessing judgment here just pointing out the difference of allowing God’s healing verses continuing to wear the bruise. The choice is up to you. What are you going to do?
The Black Houses
We went to visit a church pastored by some friends of ours in Olympia, WA. Their church is surrounded by several all black houses. The houses are painted all black, doors, window sills, roofs, etc. Finish is matte or glossy. Eerie feelings as you drive by.
We had been told that the story is that a Satanist owns the homes and wants to have them placed in such a format as to create a pentagram (the symbol for Satan worship). If this is true then that explains the sense of oppression and fear you can feel as you near them. One of the homes we saw was painted the black matte finish and then had blood red paint accenting and just as ominous a feel to it. I don’t go looking for a demon under ever rock, but wow what a sense of evil we experienced, makes my stomach queasy.
Rod and I felt the need to just stop and pray in front of one of them to pray against the demonic forces working against God’s people within this body of believer’s and the rest of the Kingdom. So we did. I have never wanted to run so fast as I did while he prayed for God to bind the forces of evil and to release God’s blessing and hope over the area. You may find me crazy but sincerely I was afraid. I could not look about me for fear of seeing a demon. I could not concentrate for fear of being caught by one. My mistake was not stopping to pray for protection before I/we engaged in spiritual battle on the borderline between heaven and hell.
Now whether or not these houses really are owned by Satanists (or a slumlord as some of the blog posted info states) really isn’t the issue. What is more important is the understanding of what happens when you take a stand for Christ. When Rod and I pulled up to the curb next to the “Black House” we were in essence pulling our spirits up next to Satan’s domain and saying hey buddy we are sitting outside of your home and praying for your defeat in Jesus name hope you don’t mind and even if you do, we are praying anyway.
Rod felt a demon pressing against the window on his side of the vehicle. I could not look. I am a visual learner and know better than to place my eyes in a direction that will present a vision I don’t want impressed in my brain. I just wanted out. I was so proud of my husband for praying so boldly and not so happy with myself for lacking that same boldness. I drove the vehicle and parked it there, but he confessed the words and God provided the protection.
It was an experience we will continue to pray over. One we would like to follow up on. To pray more boldly and effectively for salvation for those oppressed and misguided and for the times we are in. For such a time as this….we are praying….
“For if you remain silent at this time, relief and deliverance for the Jews will arise from another place, but you and your father’s family will perish. And who knows but that you have come to royal position for such a time as this?” Esther 4:14 NIV
“How could one man chase a thousand, or two put ten thousand to flight, unless their Rock had sold them, unless the Lord had given them up?” Deut 32:30 NIV
Sometime ago I had been quite perplexed with why it was so necessary to have all these names and places in the Old Testament about this King and Kingdom and that. What was the purpose in even being able to pronounce the names and wonder where they were located as many of the places have been renamed and captured and re-established even yet again! These thoughts came about after a conversation I had with a really sharp Christian woman I know that had been attending Regent’s College out of Canada working towards the completion of her Masters in Christian Education degree. She was able to talk about these Kingdoms and names so easily and give details and information as though it were written in English originally. I began to compare my lack of theology and understanding to her great ability to get it. Well first of all I have no business comparing myself to someone else, but here I was, feeling less because my brain doesn’t work quite like that. Ugh! I am more practical and hands on, more visual and demonstrative. So I left her place feeling less, not because she was trying to do that to me, but because I was comparing me with her. Anyway…I love what God does in reaffirming our spirits and reminding us that we all matter to him and have a place to serve in His Kingdom. And he even answered my why about history question with a very simple and practical poem:
“Great grandma got it,
Momma forgot it,
and Baby never heard.”
Without knowing about history how do we know the direction to go?
In Proverbs 22:6 (NIV) we read “Train a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not turn from it.”
Deuteronomy 11:19 (NIV) Teach them to your children, talking about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up.
So to those of you who wonder like I did, that is why.