Unapologetically Apostolic

As I sit here in the quiet of the early spring evening, just listening to the silence and pressing to hear Your voice. Softly, the wind is blowing a light breeze as the love and laughter of a family gathering encircles me. I press closer and lean in. The only thing I hear is the words of a song ringing back in my spirit: "Word of God speak. Let it pour down like rain. Open my eyes to see your majesty. To be still and know that You're in this place. Lord let me stay at rest on Your holiness. Word of God speak."  I have sat and reflected on the words spoken that night, I cannot stop thinking about what I felt in that moment. How do I put into words the explosion that literally felt like a volcano erupting within me from a single word? A single touch?  At this point, I really wished I could recall everything Bro. Knowles said that evening as he prophesied but I can't.  I do know that it was a freeing word. Since that night, I feel as if I  have been shot out of a bow. L...

As I drove into work this morning, the sunrise painted an absolute masterpiece across the canvas of sky that sprawled before me. The dark midnight blue surrounded by the violets and indigos as it lightened into the reds, pinks and oranges before seeing the golden yellow of the sun. The clouds appeared as little wisps of the artist's brush or quick daubs to make the puffy clouds and to add depth.  As I beheld this beauty, I was taken back to almost 25 years ago. I attended a non-denominational church then that had a very large college and career group. Part of that reason was we had folks come in from a great number of churches in the area for our Monday night services. Through this, I was able to meet a young man named Tyson. To know Tyson was to love him. He had that type of personality you were drawn to. But outside of knowing him "at church", I knew nothing about him. Didn't know where he was from, where he had went to school, you know, the facts. Then came that fa...

A little over nine years ago, I sat down and started writing out what was supposed to be my testimony. I titled it "Patchworked and Pieced Together: A story of God's love and redemption.   But as I wrote, the story quickly became less about what God had done in my life and more about how jacked up my life had been. Oh, I told about how God had delivered me from the obvious sins in my life. I shared how I had been delivered from a homosexual/lesbian lifestyle, from alcoholism and drug addiction, all the while still caught up in other addictions and lifestyles.  At the time of writing, I began to focus on the who, why, what, how and when of every wrong that had ever been done to me in my life. I started at the beginning when I was conceived, the rejection of a father and then the unknown birth (my mother was told she would have a big boy yet delivered twin girls. I was a surprise to everyone, Dr's and nurses included). I allowed words that were exclaimed by a sur...