At the risk of causing serious offense – a thought on this, the 12th anniversary of 9/11.

Like many, September 11, 2001 is a day I’ll never forget.  The phone call from my wife about a plane crashing into one of the WTC towers.  Then the images.  An all-university convocation for prayer. The lines backing up out of the gas stations.  More images.  Time standing still.  We were blindsided out of the sunny skies by a force we were only dimly aware of.  The day – and days that followed – were filled with unimaginable grief, tales of heroism, and a new national resolve.  “Never forget” became the watchword.

I suppose that when people say “Never forget”, they mean different things.  Many are simply remembering the fallen – a good and right thing to do.  But I get the impression that for others “Never forget” means something entirely different.  Or…

So I know it’s been a week since David’s Tent ended, but I’m finally getting to a place where I can somewhat explain what actually happened, but after a weekend of 72 hours of worship and 14 hours of sleep I think some recovery time is understandable. You’re lucky I didn’t try to write a blog last week because I think it would have just looked like random spiritual jargon and I might have even resulted to drawing strange pictures in an attempt to express what words couldn’t.

Anyways, David’s Tent was once again incredible. With nearly 3,000 people in attendance (3 times the size last year) coming from all over Europe just to spend time in worship together. There were salvations, restored relationships, new freedoms found, new identities discovered and so much more. In the aftermath such an epic event you really have to wonder, “where do we go…

I’m convinced more and more that we need less books and classes on sonship (although they are nice sometimes) and more of just letting the Spirit himself impart truth and work in us as we spend time in His presence. One of the coolest things I got to see last month at David’s Tent was this verse taking place in front of me- adoption. I got to see people who once lived with an orphan mentality of slavery and fear letting go and getting to know their great and holy Father. David’s Tent was not a conference. It wasn’t an impartation seminar or a healing room or a counseling session. We were even advised not to pray over or minister to anyone we didn’t know because these 3 days were to be completely focused on the Lord, not on what we might get out of it. But the crazy thing…

Love is the opening of the heart

The welcoming of your beloved

Loving is not secure

Authentic loving is risky

Security lies behind the walls of a closed heart.

You either invite the union by opening in love

Or you secure the isolation by closing down

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Extracted From: Message From God

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