Rededication to a New Purpose.

When someone says the word prophet what do you instantly think of?
Human or not?
Male or Female?
Old or Young?
Sane?

I think of John the Baptist when I think of a prophet.  Now he was a little different than the Old Testament prophets like Isaiah and Nathan who were both a part of the royal court of Israel during their time.  John was a voice crying out from the desert.  He wore a camel's hair tunic (probably smelled a little funny) and a leather belt (likely made from the same camel).  John ate locust and honey which I am sure was a culinary delight in its own way, but maybe not standard fare.  John was on the fringes of civilization.  In a world where cities had water-works, sanitation, and a general feeling of security thanks in large part to the presence of Roman legions John lived outside this realm of influence.  John probably spent a lot of time in silence in the desert.  I wonder if he always chose that silence or if the silence chose him?  I am a fairly quiet person, but even when I do not have much to say I still appreciate conversation.

I want to cry out all that the Lord has revealed to me that you might be inspired to share with me what the Lord has revealed to you.  I want you to do more than just read my blog and leave it.  I want to bother you.  I want us both to be stirred to the point that we nearly spill over and make a huge mess.  What I want is selfish if you are not willing to do this with me.  Last night I realized that I enjoy making new connections where my knowledge has to be pushed to its limits and I have to rely on the work of those who came before me to try and sort it all out.  I do need to retreat to the desert from time to time.  I need to look strange and thrive in that.  I have to be honest with all of you.  Prophets share what it is that God has revealed to them.  It's not always pretty, but always necessary.  I ask simply if you will listen and respond.  This blog is not my own anymore.

I pray that we may edify each other.  Make your questions and responses to these posts known.  Stop me for a conversation or prayer.  Tell me when I seem to go crazy, because that happens and I love it.

You are loved,
You are blessed,
You are
And so am I

Blessings