2012 December 15 (Saturday) : So much more

“There is SO much more where that came from.”

In the words of Bill Hybels describing his memorable encounter with God where I think around 300 people at one time give their lives to Jesus, he says to God “if I keep doing THIS, would You keep doing THAT?” Then God tells him “My son, there is SO much more where THAT came from.”

Another day in heaven for me.  I pray I never again come back down to earth, that the Lord continues to show me His perspective as He has done over the past heavenly week.

Kim and I go once again to one of her favorite places on earth, the church, and we attend a Hearing the Voice of God class.  The instructor gives us pearls of wisdom, then asks us to line up in front of her team.  The first word I receive is about rockets, chemicals, wires, I do not understand.  Then we are in a circle and I hear two words – “Godly” and “yellow.”  Two choices, a T junction, two results – will I follow God, or will I continue to follow my own mind?   My heartfelt reply – be Godly.  To see as You see, to hear as You hear, to have my heart broken by what breaks Yours, Lord.  I know the Lord has given me a ministry.  I KNOW that even if I was the only man on earth who fulfilled this ministry, the Lord and I can get it DONE.  I CAN be a Noah of my time.  Even if my own wife, and children and their wives are the only ones.  I KNOW I have already found Princes.  Their names are Roger, Keith, David, Dave, Aaron, Jordan, Rob and Jeremy.  Eight is a good start, the number of Hamashiach Himself. 

He after all, is the Prince of Peace and the Author of the Vision.  A vision in the pages of a book, the Princess Perspective, written in a piece of Heaven called Rockton Illinois.  Thank YOU God, from the bottom of my heart, You are SUPREMELY faithful.

I meet Rob at church, this Prince has looked after my Princess during my stupor, my long sleep, while I had scales over my eyes and had not realized it was Kim my heart aches for.  He is cheerful, just man, a man who is seeking something. Keep seeking, Prince Rob, you will find.  We go to lunch together at a heavenly place they call Culver's.  Eating from the same plastic plate as a princess.  Wow, what an honor, what a privilege.  I hear the cry of Kim’s heart again, she is still fragile, still questioning.  I reassure her once more, as many times as it takes, with all my heart.  She is now in a jerk-free zone and all the jerks are in her rearview mirror.  Happy tears are fine.  Any sad tears and she is to let me know.  I am the one sent by Jesus Christ Himself to look after her and while I am back temporarily at the House of Stone, I will leave her in the protection of Princes who will look after her until I get back.  If I have to break heads, I will break heads.  Of course, I am a reasonable man and I will use reason first.  All jerks will have the option to see reason first.  To see from a new perspective.  The princess perspective.  To try to see as God sees.  If they decide that they cannot (or WILL not), THAT is the time to make him an offer he can’t refuse, seek Godly counsel.  The Lord Himself is the judge and will decide.

Rob gives me his contact details.   I will get back to him.  My princess tells me the day she arrived to find me on the tennis court in Zimbabwe was 20 September (2010?). I have an anniversary with a princess!  Oh happy day!  I write it down and decide there and then never to procrastinate with Princesses.  It is already late though and I have to do something about this.  I stand up and buy a Culver's gift card for Princess Kim.  I can see in her eyes that somehow this place holds special meaning for her.  She told me a jerk once bought her one before but then came without her knowledge and took it back.  Not princely behavior. Jerk behavior.  I tell my princess that she will always find a prince at the opposite end of the rainbow from a jerk.  Prince Rob nods in agreement.  “There you go!”  He grins.  Thank you, Prince Rob.  Please allow me to buy you lunch sometime.  You and I are going to get along just fine.

I think of the other Princes that looked after my Princess during my stupor.  Prince Nathan, Prince Nate and Prince Tonderai.  Thank you all.  I will also buy you lunch when I return to the House of Stone to finish my life there.  My princess reports you have looked after her well while I was in my stupor and you are to be rewarded.  We will also always get along just fine.  Thank you, princess that you have made this so simple a ministry for me.  I know I am seeing through the eyes of God now.  The King of Kings. Jerks or Princes, Kings, Queens and Princesses. Simple

We go to an Icehogs game in the evening.  A time for hosing down the decks with testosterone. Crazy, man, wow.  But still heavenly. A princess is at my side. Wooooooo!  Go Rockford Ice Hogs!  Crazy people covered in padding below literally beating each other up and then a hockey game breaks out.  Seriously?  Seriously.  All of my memories of The Mighty Ducks and Youngblood coming flooding back.  Boys trying to prove their manhood. The only signs of a glimmer of sanity are the princesses who come out and clean up the ice every so often.

Roger tells me America is the capital of hype and I so agree.  But so wonderful!  I see inspired people, families with backgrounds, with companies, with investment, with infrastructure.  People with drive, with decisiveness, a hope and a future.  The opposite end of the rainbow, as it were from the communist land of my birth.  I feel my heart yearn to be in a place where people search for solutions, not excuses, where I can look forward to the day, not feel a subconscious dread of whether there will be electricity, whether there will be water.  I feel the spiritual slap in my face when I think back to negotiating the battered and bruised roads of my homeland, the streetlights that hang from their poles, lifeless and empty, a shell of what they were.  Uncaring employees who exist, not live, from day to day, their eyes saying, “I am only here to get the money and I will do what I damn well please to just get by and no more in my job.”  Just over broke.  Doing the bare minimum and not realizing that they are in a downward spiral and cannot see it. Blind leaders of the blind heading towards the ditch. Do I choose heaven or hell? The choice is obvious, crystal clear.  This prince, like all princes, desires to be at the side of his princess and her castle is in the land of the free and the home of the brave.