New Kind of Normal II

Earlier this year I watched the trailer for “An Appalachian Dawning” that was released in late summer. This documentary was about a small town of about 1900 people deep in the mountains of Kentucky. Manchester is in Clay County which is the 6th poorest county in our nation. Drugs and everything that goes with it had heavily infested the county for years. However, in 2004 the town held a march saying they had had enough of corrupt government and drug sales. About 4000 people came out from the surrounding county for this march.

Transformation began. By the time the documentary was made this year, the town had 1400 new jobs. The darkness was exposed as drug dealers were arrested and phenomenal change came to town. In their words, “God came to town”. A revived church began to work together in practical action. Bonds of addiction were broke. There was societal breakthrough. A barren land had come to life… a new dawning.

I went with a couple of people a week after election day to visit Manchester. Upon entering the town I liked their sign at the entrance. It read, “City of Hope”. Upon going to a local restaurant for lunch I realized we had entered a battle zone. Some of the local people were criticizing the mayor. In the documentary the mayor played a big part in the transformation. After asking them a few questions we realized that not all people like transformation. Everyone doesn’t want a new normal.

As we searched for another place to talk to the people about the transformation, we came to a church building in a strip mall. Inside was a TV station that ministered to the southern part of the state. We spent several hours with the president of the TV station. What a blessing as he shared endlessly the things God had done in Manchester in the past few years. In only a few short hours we had already walked into the negative atmosphere of darkness and then the most brilliant atmosphere of light. He asked me who I wanted to meet. Without hesitation I told him I wanted to meet the guy who had won so many to Christ after his conversion from a life of dealing drugs. In a few minutes in walked Steve who had been one of the biggest drug dealers in the county and who is featured in the documentary. He too shared for an hour or more the stories of transformation in their town.

But what about what we had heard in the first restaurant? Why the negative attitude? Shouldn’t everyone be happy with such transformation? Their town had become famous as their story was being aired all around the nation and world. Who would not be proud that God had come to town?

Some people make their living working in the darkness. Money is made from drug sales. Not everyone wants to walk in the light. These people rose up in the past election and elected a new mayor. The mayor that had led the way in transformation lost the election by about 80 votes. How does this happen? When believers become lax and do not maintain, they often loose some of the ground they have taken. Voters that were supportive of transformation just failed to come out and vote. They thought the battle was won and didn’t see a need to sustain the victories.

As I heard these stories, I could see that this is a picture of the cooperate church. As believers we love to win and to be a part of God’s movement amongst us. However, most of us fail to sustain what God has initiated. We enjoy His visits but don’t know how to build Him a habitation. In the OT picture of the tabernacle, God lit the fire and the Priests had to keep it kindled. Under the new covenant each believer is a Priest unto God. (see Revelation 1:6) John Wesley taught the Priesthood of all believers. When God initiates something He wants us to sustain it.

Growing up on a farm I am familiar with fires. When I was only a child I was with my brother out in a field. The field was filled with sage grass. I don’t recall how I got the matches or how the fire started, but I took a torch of sage grass and ran throughout the field lighting fires. It kept my brother busy putting out the fires that I was lighting. Later, my love for camping helped me learn how to keep campfires going. Someone had to be faithful to keep putting wood on the fire. It meant someone had to get up a few times during the night to maintain the fire. It was a simple process but it required faithfulness.

God is calling us to a new normal in faithfulness. Beginning with ourselves we need to maintain those things God has initiated in our personal lives. For example, our encounters with His Presence change us. The experience is overwhelming at times. We need to pay the price to keep the fire going. It may require us getting up when we don’t feel like getting up to put wood on the fire. He will give us wisdom to sustain those things He initiates. Paul told the Philippians that he was confident of this very thing, that He who began a good work in them would perfect it until the day of Christ Jesus. (see Philippians 1:6) Our fires should never burn out.

One of the biggest fires the Lord ever lit in my life was when I gave Him my life at the age of 12. However, I struggled to maintain my fervor back in those days. I didn’t have a lot of help from other believers. Wood burns better when there is a pile burning together. A lone ember will soon burn out. At 18 I rededicated my life to God and began to hang around other believers on a regular basis. When my friends didn’t want to embrace my new fervor, I began to hang out with older believers. “Generation gap” was a phrase coined in those days but I didn’t join the movement. I found great strength hanging out with people twice my age or older. It gave me strength to maintain.

An unforgettable experience for me was in 1998 in Dallas, Texas. I went there to a meeting called, “Light the Nations”. Several of the Argentine leaders were there telling about the years of revival their nation had experienced and maintained. I remember Sergio Scataglini telling us in order to keep the fire going we had to give it away. He had sold his car and would ride taxi so he could bless the drivers. On one of the days while I was there in Dallas I went forward for a prayer of impartation from the Argentine ministers. After the prayer I felt very drunk and couldn’t feel my upper lip. I was stuttering so bad I asked another minister what he thought had happened to me. His response was simply that Holy Spirit had touched me. The next morning around 3:00 am I awoke in a fetal position in my motel bed. I was crying but in a good way. I felt something electrical in my stomach. It seemed God was giving me belly punches, but in a good way. I laid there for hours just feeling God touch me over and over… unending….

Around 8:00 I tried to get to the bathroom to get ready for the conference. I basically crawled and let myself fall into the tub without even turning the lights on. God was overwhelming my physical body unlike anything I had ever felt before. I just lay there in the water… then I heard the most dreadful sound. It was the maid coming down the hall with her vacuum cleaner. I could only imagine her opening the door and finding me there in the dark in such a position. It just happened the dead bolt had been fastened. I eventually dressed amid times of just falling on my face on my prayer mat and just intensely worshiping Jesus. I began to walk the several blocks to the conference. On my way I saw this guy coming towards me who looked like a maniac with wild eyes. Upon seeing me and coming very close, he suddenly turned and ran away. Something was upon me… in me… around me… God had come to His temple. The train of His robe was filling His temple and it was bigger than me. Almost more than I could handle.

Arriving back home for the weekend services in the church where I was pastor, I knew I had some problems. It was Mother’s Day. I also had to do the dedication service of a little baby girl. I was still really messed up. I still felt the power in my stomach. My upper lip still had no feeling. I was laughing at everything. I was so goofy. I held onto the pulpit and tried my best. Everyone was looking at me and they knew something was up. I started prophesying over the little baby girl. I lost my train of thought and would just begin to laugh. I didn’t attempt to make it to the back door to shake hands but just sat down on the altar. One little elderly lady asked me if I had had a stroke. My family was called and they came to my home during the afternoon to check on me. By Sunday evening service the crowd was growing. I felt like John Wesley who said, he just caught himself on fire and people came to watch him burn. By the end of the service that night my youth leaders had said they weren’t coming back. They cried as they expressed their confusion and my response was joyful laughter. I had been touched. They didn’t quit and they still come to the city where I am now, to visit us in services. However, I did loose a lot of people over the experience. The drunken feeling lasted about a week and then I faced the choice to go back to normal or have a new normal. I chose the later.

Since Dallas, I have maintained what God did in me. I have chased after Him in all the ways I have known to do so. I have read books, went to conferences, and sought God on a personal level unlike any other season of my life. It has been over 12 years and it is only getting better. I keep adding wood to the fire and thereby the fire is sustained. I don’t want to let up. Many believers, especially in Pentecostal/Charismatic circles like to boast of what God did for them years ago. They once were filled but have not realized how empty they are now. They think their only choice is to boast about the past. God is alive and well today. The cloud by day and the pillar of fire by night are on the move. Many have been left behind building statues to past experiences. The fire must be maintained. Jesus wouldn’t let Peter build tabernacles on the Mount of Transfiguration after their Supernatural experience there. (see Luke 9:33) We must add wood to the fire continually.

A new level of faithfulness is coming to the Body of Christ. Because of hunger many are seeking the Lord no matter what it takes. They are willing to leave homes and friends to go wherever they need to go, for a season to greater experience and maintain the passion He has birthed in them. Faithfulness on a personal level is rising. There is a new normal coming. Can God count on you to be faithful to what He has birthed/initiated in you? Will you allow Him to complete the good works He has begun in you? Will you choose a new level of faithfulness?

Faithfulness is also important in our communities and cities. As we see in the story of Manchester, we need to be faithful to the call God has given to cooperate groups. We need to help maintain the ground we have already taken. As I talked with the people in Manchester I cannot forget their statement of how they still had new direction even though they had lost some ground. God is giving them wisdom, plans, and direction to go farther. The election was only a wake-up call. The normal has been raised and they cannot even think of lowering it.

In the battle of the bulge during World War II, the Allies struggled to keep ground they had already taken. Hitler’s men began to make surprise attacks on camps that were living in ease thinking they were far enough back from the battle. Many lives were lost as Hitler’s men began to make the occupied line bulge back towards western Europe. However as the generals began to come to attention, the territory was taken back and Hitler was defeated.

It is a good example for the church to always make sure we are faithful to maintain/sustain all that God has blessed us with. We need to be faithful to the vision of others. Work behind the scenes without any recognition. Show up for meetings or let someone know where you are at. Let the leaders know you are still in the picture. Don’t let anyone consider you to be fickle. Be faithful to the cause. March.

One of the most amazing stories I heard from the Manchester trip was about the filming of the march. In the documentary that has gone around the world, there is footage of the march in 2004. 4,000 people showed up and only one guy filmed the march. He was in a wheelchair. He came to the march without his camera but kept hearing the Lord tell him to go back and get it. Reluctantly he obeyed. Much of the footage is taken with him rolling backwards to get it. He had to mobilize himself through the crowds to accurately get the footage. He did it. As we sat with him and heard his story we felt his pride. Not a vain pride but a pride in obeying what seems to be the little nudges God gives us from time to time. That is faithfulness.

A new kind of normal is to dare to obey in the little things, although it seems foolish or unimportant. Like throwing wood on a campfire, it’s simple. We just need people to do it. God is counting on you. Will you walk in faithfulness? Can God use you as an example of a new kind of normal in faithfulness?