Right now we are in a new beginning. Both macro and micro.
The church. Nations. You and I personally.
The world we once knew is gone. Something else has begun. The clock ticked over.
The old epoch expired.
The guard changed.
The old wine ran out.
Your seed fell to the ground the last few years. 2024 was a year of death and burnout to the old thing. Old methods. Thinking.
The hamster wheel fell off its hinges.
Sandcastles crumbled.
Hearts of stone are becoming hearts of flesh again.
Desperation and brokenness are leading us back to the source.
Man’s regime found itself outdated. Irrelevant. Powerless.
We left the pews and began longing for the upper room again.
“Rubble! I’m surrounded by rubble and ruin!” many cried out.
Steeped in seeming failure and painful years of pioneering, we have come to the end of the road and yet a new unmarked path has begun.
But now watch for what comes next. For in the midst of so much coming to a painful end, something new is erupting.
Grassroots. Honest. Pure. Without guile.
Thrones falling. Our eyes are back on the manger.
That’s right. A manger season is upon us.
Unexpected birthing in places no one imagined.
And an unexpected timing.
We had to die so we could experience what is it like to truly live again.
Old mantles falling. Scales being wiped away.
Hearing the beat of the lion of Judah once again.
The parade and the fanfare of man’s movements are already becoming the sideshow and noise we are blocking our ears to.
We don’t want shiny.
We want desert dust if it comes with throne-room fire.
We will eat locusts if it means we taste honey once again.
Baptized and cleansed.
We can hear the page turn awkwardly and slowly yet it’s music to our ears and lifting grief and hope deferred with it.
A blank slate? Back to the beginning?
Yes we have to.
We have to become small and He greater.
On our pilgrimage back to the still small voice and the good news that has been lost in the years of the machine age.
Back to the narrow road and uninterrupted visitation.
So while you are feeling the discomfort of this moment. Let deliverance come to anything and everything you are grieving behind you.
For this is not a death but a new beginning.
let the last few feet of grave clothes fall to the ground.
Shake off the lies that you have let settle into your heart like a poison.
And lean in. For life is ahead of you. The unknown calls you.
What you are really born for is in the years ahead of us.
This is a birthing..
War eagles are being hatched as we speak.
For this new beginning is going to be the tension of peace and chaos.
Revival and reformation.
Establishing and movement.
Greater glory and the clashing of kingdoms.
But is what we were created for.
Well done for making it through the crucible years and welcome to the days of kingdom occupation.
A laid down people and a big God.
The Acts 2 church and the greatest move of God we have yet seen.
Let’s turn the page together.