The Vision and Me

The vision?
The vision is JESUS -- obsessively, dangerously, undeniably Jesus.
The vision is an army of young people. You see bones? I see an army.
And they are FREE from materialism.
They laugh at 9-5 little prisons.
They could eat caviar on Monday and crusts on Tuesday.
They wouldn't even notice.
They know the meaning of the Matrix, the way the West was won.
They are mobile like the wind, they belong to the nations. They
need no passport. People write their addresses in pencil and wonder
at their strange existence.
They are free yet they are slaves of the hurting and dirty and dying.

What is the vision?

The vision is holiness that hurts the eyes. It makes children laugh and
adults angry. It gave up the game of minimum integrity long ago to
reach for the starts. It scorns the good and strains for the best. It is
dangerously pure.

Light flickers from every secret motive, every private conversation.
It loves people away from their suicide leaps, their Satan games.
This is an army that will lay down its life for the cause.
A million times a day its soldiers
choose to lose
that they might one day win
the great "Well done" of faithful sons and daughters.
Such heroes are as radical on Monday morning as Sunday night.
They don't need fame from names. Instead they grin quietly upwards
and hear the crowds chanting again and again: "COME ON!"
And this is the sound of the underground
The whisper of history in the making
Foundations shaking
Revolutionaries dreaming once again
Mystery is scheming in whispers
Conspiracy is breathing...
This is the sound of the underground
And the army is discipl(in)ed.
Young people who beat their bodies into submission.
Every soldier would take a bullet for his comrade at arms.
The tattoo on their back boasts "For me to live is Christ and to die
is gain."
Sacrifice fuels the fire of victory in their upward eyes.
Winners.
Martyrs.
Who can stop them?
Can hormones hold them back?
Can failure succeed?
Can fear scare them or death kill them?
And the generation prays
like a dying man
with groans beyond talking,
with warrior cries, sulfuric tears and
with great barrow loads of laughter!
Waiting. Watching: 24-7-365.
Whatever it takes they will give:
Breaking the rules.
Shaking mediocrity from its cozy little hide.
Laying down their rights and their precious little wrongs,
laughing at labels, fasting essentials.
The advertisers cannot mold them.
Hollywood cannot hold them.
Peer-pressure is powerless to shake their resolve at late night parties
before the cockerel cries.
They are incredibly cool, dangerously attractive inside.
On the outside? They hardly care.
They wear clothes like costumes to communicate and celebrate but
never to hide.
Would they surrender their image or their popularity?
They would lay down their very lives --swap seats with the man on
death row--guilty as hell.
A throne for an electric chair.
With blood and sweat and many tears, with sleepless nights and fruit-
less days, they pray as if it all depends on God and live as if it all
depends on them.
Their DNA chooses JESUS. (He breathes out, they breathe in.)
Their subconscious sings. They had a blood transfusion with Jesus.
Their words make demons scream in shopping centers.
Don't you hear them coming?
Herald the weirdos!
Summon the losers and the freaks.
Here come the frightened and forgotten with fire in their eyes.
They walk tall and trees applaud, skyscrapers bow, mountains are
dwarfed by these children of another dimension.
Their prayers summon the hounds of heaven and invoke the ancient
dream of Eden.
And this vision will be. It will come to pass; it will come easily; it
will come soon.
How do I know? Because this is the longing of creation itself, the
groaning of the Spirit, the very dream of God.
My tomorrow is his today.
My distant hope is his 3-D.
And my feeble, whispered, faithless prayer invokes a thunderous,
resounding, bone-shaking great "Amen!" from countless angels, from
heroes of the faith, from Christ himself. And He is the original
dreamer, the ultimate winner.
Guaranteed.



I just thought this whole thing was pretty awesome and felt like sharing it with everyone I could. This was written by the man that started 24-7 prayer movements all around the world. I think it just shows us that our thoughts need to revolve around prayer for everything. Too many times we rely on our own strength and money, and most of us could prolly live life like this. But at what cost? We lose out on the love and gifts God wants to give us. In order to get them we must commit our ways to Him and by that we must ask Him what He wants us to do in every decision, with every paycheck, with every friend, with every day. Ask Him what He wants you to do and you will be surprised, be obedient and blessings will fall like rain on your life.

People can become so discouraged from prayer because of how they hear others pray, how elaborate some people make it. It causes them to think that they must not be praying right and they need the right words to pray. This is far from true, it is nice that some have been gifted in their wording but it is in no way a stronger prayer than yours. God will feel your heart when you pray to Him, that will speak louder to Him than any word ever could. His delight comes from you seeking out His advice and will, pressing into Him when you feel nothing, waiting on Him when it seems to take forever. I tell you that every second spent with Him is storing up your eternal treasures. Do not be discouraged, do not become disobedient, trust the LORD. Spend time daily with Him and bring to the table what you have. It will take work, it will be hard, but blessings will come and your life will prosper. Not to mention how great your treasures in Heaven are going to be.

Pray with what you got, sing with all you have, love with everything in your heart, and press in searching diligently for God's thought and seek an intimate relationship with Him. You will be amazed and awestruck at what you find. I promise.