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These are the words Moses spoke to all Israel in the desert east of the Jordan—that is, in the Arabah—opposite Suph, between Paran and Tophel, Laban, Hazeroth and Dizahab. (Deuteronomy 1:1)
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"When you enter a house, first say, 'Peace to this house.' If a man of peace is there, your peace will rest on him; if not, it will return to you."
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And is not the bread that we break a participation in the body of Christ?
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Robert and Grace Wilder were a brother-sister team with a God-sized heart for the nations. While in college, they had prayed for God to move on campuses in a way that would bless the world. In 1886, Robert set out on an adventure with a few of his friends. Traveling on horseback to 162 college campuses, they made friends and inspired other students to answer the call to go to the ends of the earth for Jesus Christ. The fruit of their historic journey demonstrates the power of a God who works alongside the faith and actions of college students. 100,000 students eventually pledged that they were “willing and desirous” to go the foreign mission field. 20,000 went. Tens of thousands stayed home and supported their friends.
Learning from their sacrificial, relational and viral example, Campus America and 24-7 Prayer have sent teams of students from campus to campus, traversing the USA, to connect with Christians, stir up prayer and share the gospel.
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(photo by Michael Newstead)
In this life, I have begun to learn a new genre of writing—the blog —to testify about what God has been doing at the Boiler Room. My wife and I started as co-authors and in this past season the writing has fallen primarily to me. The purpose was to testify about God’s provision for the Boiler Room. We had read George Mueller’s Answers to Prayer where he told the story of relying on God to provide for the orphanage that Mueller started. Mueller believed that God kept His promises. One of the promises that Mueller believed was that God promised to provide and sustain, if one did things in His will. Mueller prayed for provision to keep the orphanage going, which did come and he wrote a weekly column to testify about God’s provision. We were convicted, as leaders of a community of prayer to only ask through prayer for provision. And we were convicted that we wanted to testify to God’s provision.
Writing the blog for the Boiler Room has drawn upon many of my previous writing experiences. As I’ve written in this genre, I’ve paid attention like a novelist to rich details like how one of our homeless friends, Tony, recorded our weekly worship to carry with him during his week. As I’ve written in this genre, I’ve researched and shared my findings about what we’re learning about prayer. As I’ve written in this genre, I’ve listened for the lines of poetry from our friends like Missy who gave us each the gift of a scarf “all stitched together beautiful and warm.” As I’ve written in this genre, I’ve realized how connected I am as a writer to the readers of the blog who respond and offer additional insight and who, most importantly, intercede in prayer on our behalf. This new genre highlights the interconnected nature of writing and reading and takes me into new levels of answerability for my writing.
Most of all in this season of writing and praying at the Boiler Room, I’ve learned that I am always beginning both as a writer and as a man of prayer. Kathleen Norris is a poet and essayist who has become an oblate in a Benedictine monastery in Minnesota. She reflects on her writing and prayer in a way that helps me make sense of my journey so far with all of its attendant starts.
As a writer I must begin, again and again, at that most terrifying of places, the blank page. And as a person of faith I am always beginning again with prayer. I can never learn these things once and for all, and master them. I can only perform them, set them aside and then start over. (p. 185)
Each day as I approach the keyboard, I am searching for the beginning of the post, for that Scripture that speaks deeply into the moment, for that image that conveys the provision of that day, for that overheard line that reveals what God is doing at that moment, for an impression of what might speak to the readers. Just as each day when I pray, I enter into the presence of God empty handed and I ask God, once again, to begin something in me.
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No surprise, but Bernie was right. The beginning is here.
In fact, I’ve gotten a new idea for a story about a writer who is in love with writing and reading leads to stories but needs to learn more about following through. Perhaps as I draft it out, I’ll learn beyond beginnings. John of Patmos testifies about the one who is both the beginning and the end. Knowing and following this Jesus who is beginning and end now shapes the way things are composed. I do know that I’m finished restlessly searching to start yet another thing to prove myself. And while I still may have to begin many other things; there is a deep measure of peace for me trusting that One who began a good work in me, trusting that He will carry it on to completion.
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