Update on me

I wandered down a bit of a garden path over the last few days and forgot to continue the story I started telling in the What's the Point? entry. Be warned - this is me all over. If you're after structure and carefully-planned writing, this blog probably just isn't for you.

So.. I finished that entry talking about Red Moon Rising, and mentioned rather mysteriously that it 'started the process'. If we were face-to-face, I wouldn't blame you for having slapped me by now.

'The process' was, basically, a growing realisation of the huge importance prayer plays in the life of a christian. I don't understand why. I never have, maybe I never will, but nevertheless it's important. I DO know that prayer can help us open ourselves up and invite God into the yucky bits of our psyche and soul. Maybe those are the bits of us that determine most of our actions, and maybe that's why, when God's there doing his healing work, He seems to be more-than-usually capable of channeling His power through our lives.

Anyway, I'm going to try giving you some sort of timeline for this stuff.

Saturday morning: Bought a couple of books about prayer. Heard Geoff Ryan speak at Unlimited. OW. To summarise, what hit me hardest was the idea that we were in a hall getting all excited about God, when very few of the people that God called us to help were anywhere nearby.

Saturday afternoon: Heard a speaker from Nigeria speaking about church revival. The requirement of personal refreshment and revival (from God) hit me.

Saturday night: Someone prayed for healing for me. I don't know what happened physically, but God released me from a HUGE load of guilt I never realised I was lugging around.

Sunday: Went to Unlimited again. Received what I think was a word from God, for me and for the church. We all prayed for our church leader and for the church, and I shared, as prayer, the words I felt God had given me. I'll try to write them down sometime.

Sunday afternoon: Went to church, volunteered to lead prayer (usually planned during the week by whoever is rostered) on the spur of the moment. Since we were a small group that day (most people off at Unlimited, still), we sat in a circle and held hands to pray.

Sunday night: Dreamt non-stop, all night it seemed, of people praying and prophesying and testifying. I'd wake up every now and then, so it was definitely a LONG series of dreams. Wow.

Monday lunchtime: Read more of Red Moon Rising. Was amazed and inspired, and asked God to show me how to get involved, and how to get our church involved. Less than a minute later, I fell down a stair (yes, just one) and sprained my ankle. First sprain ever. I wound up in Emergency at the nearest public hospital, and spent a few hours waiting, praying and talking to people. I'm certain that sprained ankle was an answer to prayer, I just haven't figured out HOW, yet. Ow, by the way.

Monday night: Dreamt, again, of people praying, prophesying and testifying. I think it was only for half the night this time. I find myself longing for those dreams to come back. They were awe-inspiring, amazing... such an incredible feeling. But maybe God wants me working towards seeing those dreams come true.

This isn't the end of the story, or even the end of the history. But I'll continue another day.