Challenge Your World!


This is something that we should do. Question authority? Yes, I’ve always been one to question. How do you find answers, if you just walk in submissive obedience to everyone, who has a title. Just because a person, is educated academically, and has the position, does not guarantee wisdom. I learned that this, is very different, from knowledge. For example; I have met very young children, with more wisdom, than their age conveys. And by the same token, I have seen people in high levels, of authority, with no sense, whatsoever.

Wisdom can only be given by the source of all wisdom. And that is from God. Wisdom, apart from God, so-called “conventional wisdom,” is just another term for, foolishness.

I had to remember reading the accounts of Satan’s fall from heaven, many times. I was intrigued that he, along with a third of the angels, “abandoned their positions of authority.” And the next account was, their being cast down. Hmm, where are they now? Well, we know Satan made his next appearance, right in the Garden of Eden, and he’s been wreaking havoc ever since. But we were told that he is, “the god of this world.” (small g, here) For a limited time. So this means, he rules this world. And how does he do this? Well, by inspiring evil and corruption. And it’s not difficult, since we all have this predisposition.

I started questioning when I was a very young girl. Always inquisitive. I wondered, why my Lutheran pastors, believed what they believed, and why I should believe this. Because they told me to? I would read the Bible, and see things in it, that the Lutherans, didn’t practice, so I would ask: “why can’t we do these things? Christ says we can.” The standard answer was, “Oh, those miracles ended with the disciples.” What kind of answer is this? I wondered. “And why would I want to believe in a God, who is this impotent?” I would wait for someone to sell me on this.

I realized many years later, that these ministers didn’t have the answers, although, they were the teachers. I did find the answers I was looking for, but not without a lot of searching. And a willingness to challenge, the powers that be.

My generation, not only challenged authority, we defied it. It was them versus us. ‘They,’ were known as, The Establishment. The rulers of the free world. Yet, being in the midst of the Viet Nam, turmoil, showed us, that ‘they,’ didn’t always know what was best.  So, questioning the methods and the motives, became the theme of our generation. No, contrary to the commercial’s, we weren’t the “Pepsi Generation.” And the Peace movement, all but fizzled. How could it be possible, when we are mere mortals? “Peace,” was just a way of people promoting violence for their cause. And “Free Love,” was just a term used to have sex with anyone we chose. It couldn’t possibly work, when we have corruption in our hearts. However, it isn’t all bad. What we came away with, was the tenacity to challenge.

Now we have children, and they are inheritors, of our spirit. This is why the man in my post yesterday, has gained some admiration, from me and others from my generation. To outsmart the authorities, at their own game. Yes, it is what riles them. The first thing that came out of their mouths was, something could have happened to a patient. Yet, how many medical errors, do we have every year, with the real doctors at the wheel? In fact our whole health care system is a mess. In every facet, there is corruption, at work.

I found that God tells us, to question. He tells us to search for truth. It doesn’t come easy. It is a gem. And the wisdom gained, just from the search, is priceless.

I had someone tell me just recently, that it was his stint in prison, which led him to the answers. He said, “Everything you have a question to,can be answered in the Word of God.”

Yes, I know, years ago, I would have laughed at this. But that’s why God is so great. He knows, and He allows us to doubt. But, this guy was so right. When I found out that this truth was, absolute, everything in my world began to make sense. I could see that Jesus Christ was one renegade. He challenged all of the authorities of His day. He told us to question our world. In in the end, He told us to pattern ourselves after Him. This is why He was hated by the religious authorities. He made a mockery of their rituals, as they didn’t know the first meaning, of why they did the things they did. They didn’t know that He was the one, that theirs prophets spoke of. They had been blinded by pride.

I have had many experiences in my life which made me ask, “And why am I supposed to do this?” And no one could give me an answer. And “Because I tell you to,” isn’t enough for me. In fact, sometimes, the foolishness of men in authority, placed my life in jeopardy. And I wasn’t going to listen, in spite of the fact that everyone else, seemed to fall into the trap.

Just this morning, as I opened my Bible, I read the words, “I am greatly afflicted, and in my dismay I said, “All men are liars.” (Psalm 116:11) No, I wasn’t seeking dating advice, but some women would certainly agree with this! I started to ponder this and as I did, I understood; we can’t trust man, since we are all liars. Just look at the mess we’re in. If the heart of man is corrupt then we are all headed in a downward spiral. As the economy is full of fraud and corrupt practices. Law enforcement has its own share of corruption. The sports arena, has become a huge ponzi scheme. And you question why young people, are getting into trouble? Who do they look to as an example?

Well, this is why we come to a point, where we have to ask the question, “Who is the final authority?Who leads us?” That is the conclusion I had to come to in my own life. I said, “Surely there is only one truth.There’s no such thing as, “many lives, many masters.” Sorry, but that would mean “many truths.” How can this be? If truth was relative, to each person, then my truth could tell me to rob a bank, when I’m in financial trouble. Or take whatever I want, when I need it. This is the ‘truth,’ which corrupt men walk in. Which we know isn’t truth. But people love to practice this type of ‘religion,’ because it justifies their actions.

I am not telling people to defy the powers, but to challenge them. To defy authority is just anarchy. I propose we do question. Why am I doing this? Does this make sense in a world which is falling apart, because, “everyone is doing it?” And where are these people, which were supposed to evolve into Godlike status? No one has stepped forward. Where is this person as our example? Though we may have many good leaders, none of them has reached perfection.

After watching the, so-called leaders, long enough, I concluded that Christ, was the only example. And I was ecstatic to know, that to question, people in place of authority, was an example which I could follow. Even those in authority, try to paint a picture of Him, as a pious, religious fanatic. Which couldn’t be farther from the truth.

There are many pictures of the man, full of grace, and yet, full of righteous anger. I saw Him, lose it, with the people in the temple. He challenged those who would place corruption inside the temple. He took a bull-whip and turned over tables, as He screamed, “My Father’s house, shall be a house of prayer! And you’ve turned it into a den of thieves!”

Gotta love that. I see the real, person, exhibiting his anger and indignation, at what these leaders have done. And His greatest anger, is that they’re using, a religious excuse to promote their practices. How many times has this been done? Even now.

Christ spoke plainly about the authorities of His time, and nothing much has changed since then. He said, “Blind leaders! The blind follow the blind, and they both fall into a pit!” You can read all about Jesus, challenging these authorities, in the “Seven Woes.” (Matthew 23) A part of scripture, which will give you a real picture, of the conflicts between Jesus and the religious leaders. For those of you who don’t think He got into ‘name-calling,’ guess again.

So, I would challenge anyone, to walk on the little narrow path, that has been marked out for you. Don’t be afraid to question things that don’t line up. It’s your world too! Of course you’ll be despised, when you walk a different direction. “Christ said that too, “When they hate you, remember, they hated me too.” He also tells us, “I will ask the Father, and He will give you another Counselor, to be with you forever. The Spirit of Truth. The world cannot accept Him, because it neither sees Him, nor knows Him. But you know Him, because He lives with you, and He lives in you.” (John 14:15)

We challenge darkness, when we walk in truth. This is where we find life.

“I tell you the Truth; Among those born of women, there has not risen anyone greater than John the Baptist: yet he who is least in the kingdom of heaven, is greater than he. From the days of John the Baptist until now, the kingdom of heaven has been forcefully advancing, and forceful men lay hold of it!” (Matt 11:11)

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Touch Me


The Leper Healed by His Touch

I have gone through a healing and deliverance. I can see so clearly. I look back on my walk as a believer and see the mountain experiences. When it seemed I was at the very peak of my spiritual existence and I couldn’t get any higher. I was with the Lord, on the Mountain of Transfiguration.

Then, there I was, plummeting to the ground. Battered and bruised. A total mess. I was so deep in the valley, I felt that looking a pair of Converse shoes, was a tall order. Yet, I still had enough strength left in me, to reach out. If I could just, but “touch the hem of His garment, I would be healed.”

Yes, so many times, I thought I was healed. But we all have this journey that we’re on. And we haven’t arrived. It is the experience in the valley, which teaches us. This morning, He had so much, that He wanted to show me.

I felt a lightness in my spirit. I felt my joy, returning. I know, because I can get outside of myself, and look at others, in their pain and suffering, and feel compassion. Yet, more than that, I want to touch it. I long for them to be healed. To know the Savior’s love and comfort, in the midst of their suffering.

He reminded me this morning of the grief I had felt after the loss of my brother. As I realized that is was his death, which brought me to the knowledge of Him, He also showed me that now, His calling was for me to touch others. My brother’s death was not in vain. Oh, the lives He touched. Not just mine. But each time, I would go to someone, dying with AID’s, I knew, this was a memorial to my brother.

I finally understood how important, the touch, really is. First He had to deal with my own anger over my brother. I would cry out, “How could a life full of suffering and alienation, be cut short in this way? How can anything good come from this? He already had, cerebral palsy. Alienated by people for most of his short, life. Now this?” Members of my own family, voiced their fears, about him, coming into their home, after finding out. I had friends, who implied, they weren’t sure if he had infected my home. After all, he had visited me. Painful enough, for me, I knew for him, it was much more painful. I couldn’t understand what good could be borne of this.

Then, He showed me the purpose. As I was filled with compassion for those who were dying, I would go to them. I met people, who had been ‘cut-off,’ from family and friends. Fearful of catching this dreaded disease. It broke my heart to see people like this. The one thing they needed most, and they didn’t have it. Human touch.

Now I read the account of Jesus, and the leper.(Luke 5:12) He begs the Lord to heal him, if He is willing.” The Lord responds, “I am willing, and He reaches out and touches, the leper.” This was a disease which was highly contagious. People were forbidden to have contact with the lepers, for fear of spreading this dreaded disease.

We can see accounts of Christ healing, by merely speaking a word. Yet, He reminded me, that it was important to touch, those who have been so reviled. This is the miracle to them. It is not the physical healing. It is the fact that, we step outside of ourselves. Outside, of our fears and repulsion. Outside of our stereotypes and laws.

I went into the hospital once to visit and pray. The AID’s ward. I went from room to room. As I came upon one man, he grabbed my arm so tightly with tears in his eyes. I know my own eyes filled with tears as well. He so longed for someone, to love him. To show that they were not afraid to touch him.

The hospital would tell me, that I had to don a mask and gloves, as I visited these patients. But I could not. Unless I was sick, they were the ones, who were susceptible to opportunistic sickness. Not me.

The saddest thing I had seen was a man named, Denny. I had visited him, at a residence for people with AID’s. His parents had found out, that I would come and pray with him. His mother, said, she was so touched by our visits. Her husband, however, was much older, and he had cancer. He was afraid to come into Denny’s room. So he would put on a mask and visit him, through his screen window. The last day of Denny’s life, the father, watched him slowly ebb away, without so much as a hug goodbye, for fear of this disease. It was beyond heartbreaking.

This is what fear will do.  It keeps us away. Paralyzed. Ineffective. Hiding from those who need us most. It will  separate us from others, and from the Lords calling, to touch, people for Him. We become His hands. His feet.

How important is touch? I was reading an article about the importance of touch, and newborns. It was in a study, they found that newborns required, not only attention to their basic needs, but human touch. Without this, they would begin to waste away.   It is mentioned throughout scripture, again and again. I was reading all the scriptures this morning and was amazed, at how often it’s used, and how powerful the dynamic. Not only is it mentioned for healing, but the scriptures speak of touch, causing death. “Do not touch, any unclean thing, or you shall die.” (Lev. 5:2) Eve, must have seen the importance, as she altered Gods’ own words, to the serpent, when she claimed He told them, they couldn’t eat, or touch, the Tree. When God did not say that. He didn’t mention touch, so this lie began the downward spiral. The serpent knew, he already had her, since she had just lied.

So powerful is touch, that the woman who reached out, and grabbed the hem of Christs, garment, was healed. Yes, Christ told her it was her faith, which healed her, but her faith was evidenced, by her touch.

I felt it this morning, as I took my mother to the doctor. I was under a spell. The lies, which were binding me, to keep me from touching others. I know that it is by doing this, I am healed. As the woman, touched the Lord. It was this pouring out of myself after the loss of my brother, that kept me from totally falling apart. I saw my brother in each person, I gave my love to.

The Lord had sent me out into this world with a purpose and a compassion born of my suffering. He also reminded me of what my suffering is about. I share this cup with him so that I may be like Him and fit for His use. I have wasted too much time, falling prey to fear and sickness. I know that He has given me a chance to climb out of the valley. Up to the mountain. But He reaches down to touch me. To help me up. I’m to turn and help others too.

Then as fear engulfs me, He reminds me of the message He has given to the world and I am comforted by this.  “Touch not my anointed ones, and do my prophets no harm.” (1Chron.16:22)

So as I am walking out of my darkness, while He holds me close, I will try to remember, when the enemy comes, to “sift me as wheat,” I have only but to reach out and touch HIM!