Tuesday night my check Engine light came on as I was driving home from dropping my friend Tim off after bible study. I was pretty bummed out. I really don't like when that light comes on. I get really nervous and I don't want to drive my car because I think its either A) going to blow up B) I'm going to put my key in it and it won't turn on 5 minutes before I have to be at work or C) parts of the car will slowly drop off the car as I’m driving down the road. I know that these worries aren't realistic, but I'm girl so I'm totally allowed to think them.
When I got home I decided to pray over my engine and ask God to supernaturally fix my car. He's done that for a few of my friends so I figured He'd do it for me too. He didn't. I felt I had a pretty good idea of where the problem was coming from. I texted my friend David when I got inside and he said to pray over it again in the morning. I did, flipped my hood up and laid my hands on the engine and everything. The light was till on. I texted David again and asked if he would pray over my car that night when I saw him at the Halloween party. He was down with that. When he got to the party we went over and prayed over my car. Being the awesomely Strong Prophetic friend that he is. God told him that the spark plugs were bad, which come to find out this morning is the area that God pointed out to me where the problem was coming from. David said he would fix it for me.
To get to the absolutely cool part of this story. This morning I went over to his house and he checked out the spark plugs and they needed to get replaced. We went down to auto-zone and HE bought me spark plugs, and he got me the nice expensive ones that were like $53 bucks total. He put them in and we went for a test drive. He showed me the church in Elmira that he's going to most likely mentor in to become a pastor. It’s the cutest looking church ever. It looks straight out of south. Four walls, one steep roof with a pointy steeple with a cross on top. He said the inside matched the outside too. I think I'm going to go to it on Sunday and check it out. As we were driving back to his place my check engine light went off! He fixed my car for me!
I am totally blessed to have such awesome friends. Now for my cool Halloween night adventure!
Five of my friends and I decided to go to a club in San Francisco to minister to people and glorify God in place where he is forgotten or even hated. It was awesome. We decided to stand in the gap and intercede on behalf of San Francisco. There is something so powerful about dance. It may be something only a dancer can understand, but when you dance for God there is an unleashing of the glory of God. It goes back to Psalms and how God is enthralled by his creatures worshiping him, loving him in the mist of everything. It was night of struggle and breakthrough. We got to the club and it was fairly empty, but we were there before 10pm. We danced away and just totally had fun. We were 6 modestly dressed friends having fun. We prayed though our dance and let the love and joy of the Lord pore out of us. After awhile it got slightly crowded and the bands started playing.
During the second band, I noticed a bald man standing and staring at the band on stage. The Lord told me that he used to be a musician and that he is desperately looking for fulfillment in his life. The fulfillment and meaning that music gave him in his life. Except what he was doing wasn't the answer. I asked Gianna for some advice on what to do with this information. I have never walked up to a random person and been like "Hey I know you don't know me, but God says this isn't the answer you’re looking for." Gianna asked him if he knew the band on stage, he shook his head no. I knew that the Lord wanted me to step out in faith and say something to him. I decided to ask him if he was looking for something. Thinking back, I should have just said that this wasn't the answer he was looking for, but hey I was nervous. We all learn and grow. I waited for the music to die down between songs, and then I asked him if he was looking for something. He's whole demeanor got really stiff and he just shook his head no. I wanted to say the other part, but I didn't. Then the guy walked away and I didn't see him the rest of the night. Even though he shook his head no I sensed in my spirit that something in him clicked and that I started a chain reaction of something that God wanted to do in him.
Though out the night I was struggling a lot with dancing to secular music to praise God. I thought it was slightly weird and wondered if God was getting glorified though me dancing to music not about him. Gianna pointed out to me that God loves to see his children dance and for the most part dancing is not allowed in church. It my heart that the Lord sees, not the music he hears me dancing too. If I am dancing for him that's all he cares about. I danced for him the rest of the night. When I looked around the room my heart broke for all the people there dancing for sex, alcohol and self image. I started praying for them, and the more I prayed the worse the images on the walls got (they had scary movie scenes from all different movies playing). It was almost unbearable, but the Lord is good and taught me to stay though the fight.
A little bit later when the 3rd band was on stage, Gianna and I decided to go up to the lounge area and just pray. The band on stage was kinda like the pussycat dolls. A girl described them to us as lesbian 80's techno rap, which was very true. The first song was really gross. Gianna and I prayed that she wouldn't be able to sing any more. 3 second later everything that came out of her mouth was out of tune and so horrible sounding that it was hard to listen to. The next guy was even worse. Gianna and I were in some serious warfare praying. Commanding the music to stop, the power to go out in the name of Jesus. As we were asking God to stop the guy on stage, he started rapping and said in the middle of his song "I don't listen to prophets, I listen to my neighbors." He said this about 3 times in a row. That wasn't a normal part of his song. It didn’t fit with anything else he was saying. He was saying it to us. God didn't stop the music because it wouldn't have brought him as much glory as us praying and interceding for the people enjoying it. Sometimes we need to pray even though God will answer it in a different way. After awhile all six of us got a feeling of peace and completion for why we came.
Gianna, Renee and I were talking before we left and I just realized the most awesome thing. I have been reading though Jeremiah lately and everything is about the wrath of God and how he destroys the unfaithful, yet his desire is to give mercy no wrath. It is the same for the people in the club. Even as they were nasty dancing, boo’s-ing it up and being in complete defiance God isn't looking down on them saying "how dare you!" "I’m God the creator, you can’t do this to me, and I will kill you all!" "My wrath is upon you and your descendants." He's saying "I love you; my love for you is stronger than ever, my mercy is good. Come home to me, come back to me. My desire is to bless, not to curse." even in their sin God is swelling with love and mercy for them.
When is that last time that we swelled up with love and mercy for those who have done us wrong? I can't think of a time I've ever done that. I learned a lot on my Halloween night club adventure. I have a deeper understanding of God's mercy for the lost and a greater passion AND boldness to reach them. As well as a desire to worship God though dance no matter what is on.
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