4.25.2006
The Dust
When I said I would never set foot there again unless hell froze over, I knew there were two exceptions...a wedding or a funeral of a relative or friend. There must've been a cold front in hades, because last week I found myself there to hear Graham Cooke.
I didn't believe that even Graham would be motivation enough for me to return, but God told me to go, so I did. It wasn't easy. A good friend had to come over on Wednesday and give me a 5 hour pep talk, building up my strength.
Oh, the fear. The fear of running into people I don't want to talk to and wouldn't know what to say to. The fear of reliving the pain and the judgement. The fear of being asked unanswerable questions...where have I been, where am I going to church?
And the absolute terror when being faced with the possibility of realizing that this place is still "home".
With all the familiar faces. Even with the faces of those whom I never want to face. Even with the incredibly stale worship music. Even with the crowds and the hierarchal pastoral system and the programs and classes and the evil call to "put into practice the reality of God's favor" when the offering is passed.
So I sat and looked around and then closed my eyes and prayed. More like yelled. "Lord resuce me from this place...I don't want this, I can't do this, I am unsafe here, I am not free here, I am in pain here, I am not loved here, I am in shock here."
And the undeniable sense of peace. God has never been dishonest with me, He has always maintained that He will call me to return here. In time. In time.
And it was with ovewhelming relief that I realized He was saying, "not yet." Because I am not ready. Boy am I ever not ready.
But this was a dress rehearsal for that day, whenever it comes.
There is a shaking there that began maybe 3 years ago, maybe 5, maybe more. But it is increasing in intensity and frequency, and things are beginning to happen. When I heard that Graham Cooke was returning...well, to let you into my secret thoughts, I found myself wondering "Why does he BOTHER coming here year after year? Nothing ever changes, nothing ever happens, the system never responds to his insight and teaching. And yet here he is, for the 5th time. Why? Is he some kind of glutton for punishment?
I know Graham Cooke well enough, at least in the corporate sense, to know he most definitely has an intention and a purpose, God-given, for coming to this tightly-wound body of believers. I know he must see something I don't. He says "always speak to the potential in people", but I wonder does that potential have a limit? 'Cause I sure can't see it.
I digress.
My personal revelation had two parts. Part certainly had to do with Graham's teaching on "The Suddenlies of God"...more on that later.
The other part had to do with "the dust".
In the last month or two I have felt the dust settling. I have begun to feel peace inside, peace of forgiveness, of letting go of hurt and letting God's love and grace fill the holes that were left by the people who hurt me. Don't get me wrong, I don't blame people for hurting me, I don't harbor bitterness. We are all human and we all respond to things only to the best of our ability, sometimes this results in hurting those around us. But I will not deny that I have been hurt, though I have worked hard to release it, to look for how God is working through it, to see what He would have me learn from it.
So I was beginning to see the air in my spirit clear, beginning to feel like I can breathe again, to feel a new day approaching, rather than looking back to the dim and dusty past.
Then God had to bring me a tornado and stir it all up. I realized that I was not letting go as well as I thought I had been. Instead, I was supressing and overlooking the things I did not want to deal with. So God stirred it all back up again and told me to take another look.
Because when that dreaded day comes, when the prodigal shall return, I guess God doesn't want me to have to waste time healing...He wants me to be wholly (holy?) healed so that when I go back I can get down to whatever business He has for me there.
I sat there in the sancutary and began to think "I can do this, I can come back someday and feel safe again here. I can see this as my home."
Then when we left and I sat down in the car, I took a deep breath and discovered that the only thought in my head was...
"WHAT THE HELL AM I THINKING!"
More on "the dust" and the impact of Graham's teaching later.




