The Workings Out of a Heart Not Fully Formed Yet

I write because I dream: I see this world as a place the Kingdom of God is constantly breaking into and I want to join my King Jesus in whatever way He sees fit to bring His life, His Presence, here.

This journey has taken me all over the world and lead to encounters with incredible men and women of God: their lives have imprinted mine. This blog is a result of our conversations and questions, and a way for me to display my inner life with God, so that others may see the glory of a life given fully over to her Creator. I, and the ones I love, are no special people--we just partner with an amazing God.

We've seen suffering. We know doubt. We wrestle with where we have been and how we got there--but we will never give up. Our lives are a testament to His faithfulness.

Be Blessed as you read. Encounter the King.

Saturday, October 29, 2016

Passion for Identity to be Found...in a Pub

This is just me processing, so please take it all with a grain of salt and remember grace. I don’t pretend to understand all I see fully, but I seek to do the best I can with the insight I am given.

I’ve been living in Ireland for about a month and a half and yesterday was my first pub day. It’s just generally not a normal thing for me to go to pubs and the only thing that pulls me there is the possibility of hearing live traditional Irish music. I have loved Irish music since my first exposure to it—something just lights up in my soul when I hear those melodies.

So, it was a little Kansas girl’s birthday and we ventured into the scene…and it was a scene, not pretty. I just couldn’t get comfortable—and partly it was that none of my silly expectations were met. We trekked to several pubs, none of them had live music going and then we finally stayed at one pub, but when the music came on at nearly 11 o’clock, it was all just rock and roll covers. I’m watching Irish students trying to be American singers and everything in me realizes how wrong this is: I just know that this nation is one which has a beautiful soul, hidden underneath a lot of despair and regret and things lost. And when I see them just copying someone else (and my culture at that) and not being true to the creativity, joy and hope which is central to this nation, it makes me go a little crazy inside. I know there’s more. I know you were made for ore. I know that joy and deep hope can burn in you—if you’ll just move forward into knowing who you are and what you are made for.

When we finally left, I went winging out, kicking my legs in the air and just ranting about passion that draws people in and identity and…it was overwhelming, this rising up in me. I just love my city and I hate to see them living half-hearted lives when so much life is available and offered to them. And I don’t hate pubs, I might end up playing at one of them in the future: I just hate seeing people be inauthentic. We were each made unique with beautiful gifts and talents which, when handed over to the Lord, will become beautiful glimpses of all that He is in all His creativity and joy and diversity. I want people to become completely themselves, aware of their identity and redeemed to go victoriously out to become all that He made them to be.

That’s all I want.

That’s it really.

That’s all I want.

This school has been incredible. And the girls want to get out and do life where others can see, not just be in our building. So we are going to go out and do some ‘busking’ (street performing) next Saturday, the 5th. Please be praying for us as we go, that the atmosphere of the city would be changed, and life would come as people stop and ask, what is this?

There is a deep hunger in people, that they can’t recognize or access on one level because they’ve never been exposed to anything which causes the hunger to arise.

Pray for hunger in Sligo city. Pray against ritual and legalism and that people will have encounters with the living God.




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