Written 5/30/09 – Del Ray Beach, FL

I see a movement arising.

A remnant of lovesick warriors who scoff at sickness and perceived impossibilities.

A group of people with such a revelation of who they are and who their God is that all of hell shakes when they wake up in the morning.

This company of believers do not compromise their faith, even when facing death…satan has nothing in them.  Fear of man is nowhere to be found.

They have left the comforts of westernized “churchianity” and embraced the call of Calvary…to die to their own selfish ambitions for the sake of being clothed in Christ’s resurrection power.

Church programs and youth games irritate them because they are powerless, soulish, and pointless.  Their heart’s cry echoes with David’s—there is one thing they burn for.  Everything else, as Solomon said, is meaningless and vanity.

Who are these ones?

They are me.  They are you.  They are your neighbor down the street.

Nameless.

Faceless.

They scorn the idea of Christian superstars.

They bow to One.

They are servants to all.

They confront the religious and the self-righteous with all the boldness of Christ.

They walk in the same love and power that Jesus did when He walked the earth.

The same power that rose Christ from the grave lives and flows through them.

They only make one request of everyone they encounter:

“Choose this day whom you will serve.”