stirring....stirring.....stirring

I teach/preach from time to time at our church and I'm on again in a few weeks time. This will be the third in a series about the healing of the body and the whole idea is to communicate to the church the ministry of the Healing Room Ma and I are leading.

The best thing about having to teach is that God really stirs me up as I listen for Him. I know what I'm teaching on, I got all that a while back in a huge series of revelations over about a three week period. Since then I've been working through all the revelations He gave me and it's simply a matter of hearing which one we (me and Him) are going to teach now.

I think the most profound revelation has been that we needed to pray the Word in the Healing Room. I've come to know that I am on a starvation diet when it comes to reading the Word. I've come to know that I can read it but it doesn't stick in my spirit (or heart, to more scripturally correct). My mouth has trouble speaking what my heart is full of because my heart is full of......well, never mind. I've come to know that the Word says way more about healing than I ever thought it did and that it is effective when spoken in faith over sick bodies.

I've got an increasingly good grip on that revelation but that's not on the teaching agenda this time. Not entirely sure what is yet.

The stirring is good because you start thinking "I think I'll say such and such", and your very next thought is, "I wonder if that's in the Bible?" and you start to see that a lot of what you believe to be true is just your own belief system. So you find yourself sitting there staring at the Word and asking yourself where to start to find out if your pet belief is in there or not. The Word divides, even between bones and marrow. It's a rather sharp tool.

Since I am in a stirring frame of mind I could go on and on and on with this thing but I'll stop. No conclusion, no point, no settledness. Just stirring.

No, maybe I won't stop. I really liked TW's new painting and I did three of my own last night. All were wretchedly bad but, like the great TW says, you gotta love them all and hang 'em on your wall until they speak to you, so I did give them a chance. They laid on the floor all night and this morning I felt they'd done enough talking. I'll turn them over and paint on the other side.