Home… the very definition subject to evocative emotion.
Over the last year, I haven’t had a physical home, and God has taught me to make my home wherever I am. Most of the time, I’ve been subject to the authority of a diverse range of people. I’ve had to change my habits, sacrifice my preferences, and adapt over and over again. God has stretched me and chiselled me more than I thought possible, and the masterpiece is nowhere near complete. I am changed, but I am forever open to more refinement; more of my God, less of me. I’ve learnt to follow the cloud at a moment’s notice; I’ve learnt to put all my trust in God when there’s been nowhere to lay my head, but most importantly I’m learning that I carry my Lord’s home inside me. And I’m starting to perceive the faintest glimmer of understanding of what exactly that entails.
I’ve long pondered why my Lord, in all His omnipotence, fails to step in and display His power and might when a situation calls for it (admittedly the very definition of said situation is subject to my human perception!) At times when I’ve had nothing I’ve raged against God for His failure to manifest a bed or a meal or even a few bank notes in my empty wallet. Other times, like more recently with my prayer ministry at the abortion clinic, I’ve raged against my Maker’s perceived inability to put a stop to the slaughter. This is the God who parted the Red Sea, who fed the Israelites in the wilderness for 40 years, who poured water from a rock, and who wrote the law on stone tablets with his own finger! This is the God who brought Jericho to its knees using nothing more than the march and noise of an army; the God who destroyed Sodom and Gomorrah, the God who sent His very Son to earth to make atonement for me, for you, for us all. The God who authorised His Son to perform miracles on earth the likes of which we haven’t yet seen again; who raised His Son after death and restored Him to His right hand to make intercession for me, and for you. This is the God who will return on a white horse, who we will spend eternity with…
Does it bear contemplation?
And then I started understanding… It’s all about home. God’s home and my free will.
2 Chronicles 7:14 “If my people, who are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then I will hear from Heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.”
There are four provisos attached to the promise that God gives His people in this verse. So, in order for Him to hear us, forgive us our sin and heal our land (or intervene, as I have been crying out), we need to:
- Humble ourselves
- Seek His face
- Turn from our wicked ways
I became God’s child through a conscience decision. My salvation led me to be called by God’s name. This means He made His home in me. God’s Kingdom is within me. (Luke 17:21 “…God’s Kingdom is here with you.”) So this means that if I want to receive the promise, I need to meet the provisos.
This brings me to what I’ve learnt by praying at the abortion clinic over the last two months:
By humbling myself, praying, seeking His face, turning from my wicked ways, and physically showing up at the clinic in obedience, I have physically brought His Kingdom to the clinic, and that is why He is overturning the strongholds that rule over the abortion clinic. It’s kind of like legal right in reverse.
That’s not to say it isn’t in God’s power to completely annihilate the clinic at the flick of His finger. He can. Absolutely. Without doubt. But His sovereignty, and His holiness, and His justness, demands my obedience. By my act, He is able to work. Same as Jericho – God could have demolished the city with his breath, but He asked Joshua and the Israelites to be obedient to something that felt totally ridiculous. Their presence marching around the city, brought God’s Kingdom there in the physical. And when we physically carry the spiritual into the stronghold, God’s omnipotence is displayed in technicolour!
I’m not saying this is the solution for every problem we encounter, nor is it the perfect strategy for every prayer situation. The key is obedience. When God asks us to do something that feels utterly ridiculous, our obedience is what brings the breakthrough.
In my case, my obedience led to me bringing God’s home into a stronghold that hadn’t experienced the presence of God. This explains the warfare, the demons and the antagonism I’ve encountered over the past two months. And it also explains the hand of God in the breakthrough I experienced last week. The walls have come down in the spiritual realm and my mandate is still to pray it through until the physical walls come down.
Won’t you join with me? Stand up against child sacrifice in our land – South Africa. I’m asking for one hour a month from every willing participant. It means getting in your car before sunrise one morning, and driving to your nearest abortion clinic, and praying with me. It means humbling yourself, praying, seeking God’s face, and turning from your wicked ways. I guarantee that you will see the hand of God. And I guarantee that you will be changed, as I am, for it.
If you feel your Father whispering your name, please do get in touch.
My Father in heaven, as the new week commences tomorrow morning, I ask that you anoint my head with the oil of your Holy Spirit. I ask that your presence surrounds me like a shield. I declare war on the principalities and powers of death. I declare your omnipotence and your eternal victory, oh Ancient of Days! I ask, my Lord, that you guide and lead my prayer and intercession. That your will be done at the clinic, and that your Kingdom come and overtake it, permeate and overflow it! Fill this place with your holiness! I yield every part of me in obedience to your sovereignty. Blessed be your mighty name forever and ever, amen.