Time

is a curious entity.

In less than a week, I will be boarding a plane, Leipzig-bound.  There seems to be so much to do in so little time.  Yet my parents are going to bed at 10 pm.  I have time... to sleep?

I guess I never really reflected much on time's passage when I turned twenty, which is different than most people.  I viewed the age as finally not having to put up with the teenager stereotype, so I might venture into the fields and forests of adulthood.  Alas, I have been alive for two decades, yet I only feel as though I've lived 5 years.  Rebirth does something to your biology.

With the limited time I have left of youth, what shall I do with it?  Use whatever unction or strength in my bones to preach the Word?  Or shall I wait in the desert until I am weak, growing close to my Maker in the process, that He might be exalted in a later age?  I would hope for both concurrently, a sort of submission of my weaknesses and strengths before His glory.  He is deserving of everything.

Why can I write that without any unction?  I don't want to let this time be spent in a way where I train my mind to know God as doctrinal points or standards, but as Lord and King, as a holy God-anage (as opposed to personage) with whom I might dynamically engage.  Engagements which mark the passage of time.

Year 1: Call out, training, knowing identity
Year 2: Purity in worship, fasting, learning the ropes of revival
Year 3: Trusting, hoping, wherever He would have I would go
Year 4: Discernment and Spiritus Sanctus
Year 5: Revival realized and ____

Blank to be realized shortly.

Love,
MJW