Forget the Jones’ and Dance!

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And He said: “Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven,” Matt. 18:3.

                                                                                                    

First of all, let me apologize to you if your last name is Jones! I still love you and repent ahead of time for using the lame cliche… Forgive me and please keep reading!!

I’ve always hated the phrase “keeping up with the Jones’”. I have never been so good at it, maybe because I “march to the beat of a different drum”. Often, I hear beats in the music of life that the “Jones’” don’t hear. While the “Jones’” are dancing their popularly choreographed jig, I move to a rhythm that is a lot more intricate at times and often causes me to do a random twirl here and there!

 

I used to be concerned about this extra spring in my step and thought that I need to be more choreographed like those folks. Perhaps the flow required planning, excelling and picture perfect performance?  Now, I see the beauty in what many call spontaneity, but I realize that this is the gift of intently listening for the sound that others are too distracted to hear.

 

You see, the word hallelujah means to twirl about wildly! I want to live my life as a beautiful hallelujah!  I want to live in the freedom and adventure of the discovery of the heart of the Father!  I want to dance the dance of liberty! The Lord pours glory, passion, and mystery through one who is willing to twirl about wildly; with her face pressed against His chest as she listens for the very rhythm of His heart. I think that is the “child-like faith” of which Jesus spoke. “Beloved, why do you deny yourself the innocent pleasures of a child?” He might ask to those of us who are trying to dance the dance of “Jonesville” choreography. “My kids know how to dance to the pulse of my heart!” says the Lord. Just watch a three-year-old dance; twirling and spinning, quite possibly with no music playing at all! Children know how to find pleasure in the Father’s heart!

I challenge you today to be the you that He created you to be! Listen to the very rhythm of His heart and dance in sync with His pulse! I pray it will cause you to twirl about wildly and release the very beat of His hallelujah!  Forget the Jones’ dance and take His hand and dance the dance of joy! Dance the dance of freedom! Can you hear it? His heart is calling for you!

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In 2008, I had a dream that has been profoundly prophetic to me! The Lord has spoken to me through it, in the same way, that a  mystery movie would unveil a plot within a plot–one layer at a time. It was a dream of the life and calling of a pioneer. It revealed the process of this ’emerging move of God’ and the final outpouring! The dream speaks to this generation of pioneers who have left lush “church field” for the adventure of  pioneering in the wilderness!

The Dream: The Ancient River in the Wilderness

 

There was a crowd of people standing in rows in a lush green field. I was standing on the outer edge. [ As one would be seated on the outer seat of a row of chairs. But there were not any chairs.] A well-dressed  pastor was addressing the crowd from the front. He was speaking, but at the same time his attention kept being drawn over to me. Now, I was very close to him and looked to him for much guidance. He was not just a leader in my life he was a friend.
As he preached, he would look at me and nod his head as if he were approving of my position. At the first glance, he was in approval of me standing at the edge of the crowd. At the same time, he was a bit concerned as he noticed that my attention was drifting away to the wooded area that bordered the field.

He continued to teach even as he was noticing me, and I continued to listen to him even as I was being drawn to the wooded area. I stepped away from the crowd and walked over to the edge. I noticed a rather wide and rather deep river bed. I looked back over to the pastor, and he again nodded his head at me in approval and kept addressing the crowd with teaching. I looked down at the edge of the wooded area, and there was an opening to a dry river bed.  The mouth of it was where I was standing.

The First Stone

At my feet was a five-sided stepping stone just slightly covered with dirt. I felt the incredible presence of my Father with-in that moment. I began to feel childlike and longed to explore this river bed and discover the mystery of such a phenomenon! It was an ancient place where water previous ran wild. Why was it now dry? How, wonderful it must have been when it was rushing living water! I looked and in my hand was a brush to clean off the stepping stone. I had knowledge that the Father put the brush in my hand. I knelt down and brushed off the stone.

The Second Stone and The Woman

I was quickly drawn to another stone just a foot in front of the one I was standing on. As I was about to kneel down to clean off the next stone, a woman from the crowd ran over and yelled in my ear “get back to the others– you rebellious woman!” I looked back and caught eyes with the pastor, and he again nodded his head as if to say “I see you–it’s OK.” The woman ran back to the front row. My attention was back on the stone, and I was overwhelmed with joy as The Father gave me direction and another tool, a stronger bristled brush, to uncover the next stone.

It was as if I was playing with my Father in the forest, and the work was effortless–and it was adventurous! I continued walking on my knees peering at the newly uncovered stone and then, looked ahead to see the next one in which The Father would lead me.

Suddenly, that annoying woman startled me again. I did not hear her at first for I was caught up in the presence of The Father, but I felt her disapproving presence and turned my head. I realized she was trying to yell in my ear again, but I could only slightly hear her. I looked back at the pastor in the field, and he again nodded his head at me, but this time looked as if he wanted to be in the wilderness as well. But he thought it was his duty to stay in the field. I knew he did not want me to go away from the comfort of the grassy meadow, but at the same time he knew that this was where the Father was leading me. The woman retreated to the field and began to speak frantically to the pastor.

The Third Stone

Again I was overcome with joy and the compelling presence of The Father wisped my attention away to follow Him on deeper still. As I followed, I noticed that the walls of the river bed were getting higher the further we went. I looked and below my feet was the very edge of a third stepping stone. In my hand was the chisel of an archaeologist and in the other was a smaller brush. I excitedly began to uncover this stone as would an archaeologist who stumbled upon an ancient artifact! In all of this the work was not work at all, it was like going on an adventure with My Daddy. The third stone was not buried very deep under the hard red clay; I had it cleaned off in no time.
I felt an annoying presence just a few feet behind me. It was the woman again! I looked, and her mouth was moving and but no sound was coming out. She was mouthing to me “you are in rebellion” and I laughed at her. She was  frantic and angry as she was trying to yell at me! I could hear nothing but the voice of My Father beckoning me still–deeper and further.

She fled back to the pastor in the field. He became dark as he listened to her and began to misunderstand what The Father was doing. He dropped his head in disappointment. He felt alone and noticed the people who were left in the meadow were very few. I, at that moment stopped. I was very grieved for him and prayed him to come into the wilderness with The Father as well.

The Fourth Stone

The Father’s joy and love overcame my heavy heart as He drew me to the slight outline of a fourth stepping stone. This stone was completely covered with approximately  an inch of red clay. I, again on my knees, took the new tools in my hand and began to uncover this fourth stone. It took a little longer than the others but was still enjoyable and exciting. Then The Father stood beside me, and the shadow of His presence covered me as I was on my knees looking at the stones and realizing how far away from the field I was. I realized that the walls of the river bed where almost taller than I. Suddenly I felt entirely alone with Him, and it was wonderful but at the same time I wondered if I was too far away. It seemed to be getting dark in the forest. I knew He was with me, but I realized that all this time I thought I was going back to the field eventually. Just as these questions started creeping into my mind, The Father showed me that He had lead me away. I knew I was not going back. He had called me out from the crowd. I didn’t just wander as a little child would curiously wander away from home. He beckoned me with His presence!I stood upon on the fourth stone and did not look back any longer. The woman did not and could not come past the third stone, and I no longer was aware of her or the pastor in the meadow. I was focused entirely on The Father, and I knew that there was a fifth stone.

The Fifth Stone and The Clogged Pipe

I instinctively calculated the distance that separated the past four stepping stones and knelt down. As I hit my knees the tools I needed to uncover the fifth and final stone were in my hand and placed on the ground beside me. This one took the longest to reveal. It was not a tedious job, but a focused job– for the reality had set in that I was on a mission from my Father. I completely uncovered that fifth stepping stone, and it was perfect! Not a bit of damage from the years of being hidden. It was flawless! And just as the fifth stone was completely visible and clean I, still on my knees, looked and in front of my face was a pipe sticking out from the edge of the river bed. The depth of the river bed was now just over my head. And suddenly in my hand appeared a steel pipe cleaner. I extended my arm to the pipe with the cleaner and with one stroke the dry, hard, red clay came out!

The Out-Pouring, The Platform, and The Tent

 

Water began to rush out as if it had been building with great pressure. It was as though it was waiting for that one stroke to clean out the pipe! Just then under my feet was a very very broad platform and over my head was a very very full tent. The river was full and flowing under the “platform”, and rain was pouring down all around!

The Dance of All Dances

All around me were people dancing and spinning about on the platform. They had followed along from the meadow as I was uncovering the stones trailing the path through the dry river bed! They were the ones who had left the field and gone into the wilderness after me. The entire time I had no idea that others were following my lead! The whole journey I  thought that  I was alone with ‘My Daddy’ on this adventure!

 

Seven years ago The Lord gave me this dream and has been revealing layer by layer the powerful interpretation. There are many of us that have been on this journey!  The Five-fold ministry is being uncovered in this emerging move of God. We are crossing over into the promise of all promises!   He has been drawing us and beckoning us deeper; to go away with Him and enjoy the journey of the revelation of His heart! In the next weeks, I will dissect the Word of the Lord revealed in this dream…. To be continued!

This “Burning Voice” is one of the most faithful people I have ever met. Chuck McDonald is not only an integral part of Fire on the Altar he also is a great brother in the Lord and a mighty man of faith! He has challenged all of us to consume more of the word of God on a daily basis, to believe for the dead to be raised, the sick to be healed, and for all that the word declares is available to the believer in Jesus Christ. He is an evangelist in the truest sense of the word! He lives and breathes Jesus and The Holy Ghost! He lives in Lake City SC with his amazing wife Cherie McDonald and they together are scaring the hell out of the Devil in these last days!  I pray you are greatly impacted by this word! ~Tammie Southerland

The Elite

Chuck McDonald

 

 

 While preaching this past Sunday morning, I got a revelation.
I was speaking out of the book of Judges, chapter 8 and verse 4.  While working through my message to the church, God began speaking to me about the 300 men God had dwindled Gideon down to in Judges 7.  This is the frustrating, yet exciting moment when God starts giving revelation while speaking.

 

    First of all let’s think about being “Elite”.  Coming from a military background I think of some of the most elite forces on planet earth, (ie.. The Green Beret’s, The Navy SEAL’s, the British SAS as well as others.).   In our natural mindset, to be elite is to be a cut above the rest or hold a position only few attain.  Astronauts, Sports stars, TV/Movie personalities, you know the “Rich and Famous”.

 

    Not so in the Kingdom mindset.  To be the elite in biblical times and most biblical stories are those who were not the best, not the fastest or not the most popular.  Look at the life of David.  A little shepherd boy from nowhere who with the anointing and unction of God on him became an icon in the faith for his heroics against Goliath and the military conquests he had. It’s these kind of men and women who become the “Elite” of the faith.

 

    So again I was talking to the folks about the 300 men God chose for Gideon in Judges 7.  God chose 300 men who scooped water into their hands and drank it instead of those who just plopped down, so to speak, and drink.  I was prophetically speaking about how God was going to get this particular church down to those who will be elite.  Then God showed me something.  In theology we have a principle called representation.  It is where something or someone can be represented by another.  So the thought came.  They were drinking water.   So my spirit went crazy.

 

    What can water represent?  Most often in scripture, using the principle of representation, The Holy Spirit can be represented by water.  Genesis 1, Matthew 3, Mark 1, Luke 3 and John 1, 2 & 4.  So the thought then came to me, God chose men who were handling the Spirit accurately.  Not just flopping around in the glory or with a half-hearted attempt.  Men who took it seriously that “..the same Spirit that raised Christ Jesus from the dead now lives in our mortal bodies.”.   Men who were serious about holy living, consecration, being separate from the world and standing out.

 

    This is the “Elite” force that God is raising up in these last days that is going to usher in the end time revival everyone is praying and prophesying for. It’s this group that will shake each and every city in America with the fire of revival.  A John the Baptist generation that will see His kingdom come and His will being done.  So when we use the word “Elite” or “Remnant”, I believe this is what it is going to look like. A people consecrated and seeking the kingdom of God with all they have.  No other lovers in the way of true, intimate relationship with Jesus.  A deep love affair with the Holy Spirit that they are possessed by Him.  Look out, They’re coming!

 

Chuck McDonald

http://chuckmcdonld.webs.com

The joy of the Lord is my strength…

307828_238104912913313_1719219773_nHow many of us really feel that way one hundred percent right now?

I love it when God pours out His joy because something supernatural happens when He does. It truly strengthens you.

Do you ever question why some people are joyful and others are not? Sometimes we all need a fresh revelation of Gods love. When I am weary I take the time to be broken before God. I sow tears before the throne.

Sowing tears opens the well spring of love on the inside of us. The love of God has so captured my heart to a new depth, height, width and length as in Ephesians 3. This very love is beginning to pour out and overflow into the lives of those around me. Gods love has lavished upon me and these deep encounters in His presence are keeping me in a desperate cry for MORE.

I am reminded of the wife of the prophet who cried out to Elisha because a creditor was coming to collect her sons as slaves because of the debt her husband owed. God used Elisha in that moment and the woman and her two sons filled many vessels with olive oil. Elisha instructed her to pay her debt and live off the rest. Isn’t God good in the manner that he will rescue, he will supply the provision, pay our debt, and give us vessels that overflow to live “off of (2 Kings 4)”.

What a great depiction of this wife leaning on the Lord.

I would say the same for many  of my childhood years. I leaned on the Lord. I sowed many tears as a child. I used to make big promises to God in my heart. As if I were so convincing or that cute that God would do what I asked.

Of course, I’ve always asked “BIG” prayers and when God started answering those prayers as a child it overwhelmed me. It overwhelmed me that this Almighty God cared about me so much that He would give me the desires of my heart. He loves to answer our prayers. As a child, I believed He loved me so much. There was no doubt in my heart that He was real to me. I had desired to know Him intimately.

I had this love for God in my heart. It was like this knowing that I belonged to HIM. I believe there was a FIRE I had obtained by that FIRST initial love encounter as a little girl.

My love for Jesus still BURNS AND THE FIERY TRIALS TO BE ENDURED FUEL ME TO SEE JESUS FACE TO FACE.

To this day, my Father in Heaven still holds me and keeps me…

I believe we are in a season of receiving the fullness of joy. I believe it is the season that joy will overflow in our lives like never before to give a strength that in no other way we could have obtained on our own.

The joy of the LORD is truly our strength.

Shout for joy!

May our weeping also be in repentance that we may grow closer to our God.

My heart weeps for this generation to know God.

Does your heart move with compassion for this generation?

Could you experience a BURNING passion to be a doer of Gods word not just a mere hearer? Have you taken the time to sow tears that you may reap an eternal joy?

Think of a few things that touch your heart with compassion. Think of that as similar to the compassion God feels for you. I know God desires for you to live a life of purity and to follow Him no matter the cost.

Jesus paid the price for our tears. He knows each tear drop. A heart that BURNS for God is also bold to CRY for Him. Cry out for His will to manifest in the Earth. Cry out for lost souls to enter the Kingdom of Heaven today. Cry out with a fierceness in your voice. Cry out to have MORE JOY!

Those who sow in tears shall reap with shouts of joy!
Psalm 126:5 ESV

Clap your hands, all you nations; shout to God with cries of joy.
Psalm 47:1

Though you have not seen, you love him; and even though you do not see him now, you believe in him and are filled with an inexpressible and glorious joy, for you are receiving the goal of your faith, the salvation of your souls.
1 Peter 1:8-9

Your love has given me great joy and encouragement, because you, brother, have refreshed the hearts of the saints.
Philemon 1:7