I may be on a social media break as I serve elsewhere, but I still love you all. — Holy Spirit is speaking.
“Your Pain is Profitable”
Dearest beloved, there is always a purpose behind our pain. God will utilize painful experiences to generate momentum and strength.
The crucial factor lies in how you perceive it. It can weigh you down and hinder your flight if you view it as punishment.
However, if you seek the value within it, the burden becomes lighter and propels you to greater heights. —
God often uses pain as fuel, similar to how a rocket requires propellant to ascend. Therefore, God allows pain not to break you but help you soar.
When chosen in Christ, we will experience a release of strength, anointing, and power as we go through painful and challenging circumstances while glorifying the God who loves us.
Jesus is using it to bring out something more potent than this nation has ever seen for the goodness of God, the kingdom of God, and the people.
Praise God, praise the Lord Jesus Christ for our suffering.
Romans 5:3-4, Paul writes, “Not only so, but we also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope.
Praise Jesus
Do you realize that as people continue to hurt us and try to destroy us, it doesn’t harden us? —The glory of Jesus Christ teaches us more compassion, love, and empathy for people.
We were never called to harm anyone but pray and forgive even those who hurt us.
At the same time, we are being strengthened. I am getting more robust, and so are you.
Tough as nails.
Remember, nails are used to anchor things in place. Praise God, this is what we are as the remnant, nails used to anchor.
Look at it this way: let me explain to you better what is taking place in the secret places.
Like an anchor, it is a heavy object, often made of metal, that is used to hold a boat or ship in place. It is attached to a rope or chain and is thrown overboard to the seabed to prevent the “vessel” from drifting.
Genuine anchors are essential maritime equipment and have been used for centuries to secure boats and ships, providing stability and preventing them from being carried away by currents or winds.
The anchor symbolizes stability, security, and a firm foundation, both in a literal and metaphorical sense.
Holy Spirit spoke to me:
“I AM the anchor, and you are tough as nails through Me. I AM using you to anchor others in their faith in me.” Saith the LORD.
As I remain strong and continue to serve God by helping the vulnerable, sick, suffering, ill, and possessed in the streets and elsewhere, please keep Joel and me in your prayers.
Please also pray for the souls in need of salvation, those who are not yet hungry, for Christ, and for the provisions we need to continue our work feeding in many capacities. We do all this on our own dime. —Only charlatans beg for money.
Scripture:
“And my God will meet all your needs according to the riches of his glory in Christ Jesus.” – Philippians 4:19
Please pray for this young sister experiencing homelessness; I have taken her under my wing by God’s command. Joel and I bought her a new pair of Addiias yesterday after I saw her feet were bleeding. I laid hands on her wounded feet in prayer and shared a meal with her in what she calls home. —a doorway.
I treat their space like anyone else’s home when I walk into someone’s house. I ask, “Do you mind if I sit down?” and I treat them like the human beings they are.
I visit her a few times a week. We pray I teach her about Jesus’ love for her, and Joel works hard at his job to supply the money to take care of these friends living on the streets.
No cameras in their faces. We respect their privacy while sharing in the work. —
We are grateful for the ability to love in the face of hatred. Our nation is facing significant challenges, but the love of Jesus continues to thrive within us.
And whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him.” – Colossians 3:17
Much love,
Sister Christine
C. Beach ©️
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Open The Eyes Of Our Heart, Lord; We Want To See You
Posted onSeptember 21, 2018 by Agent X
O Dear God, our Father,
On this drenching wet last day of Summer – first day of Fall, I ask You to be with every beggar, bum, and prophet on the streets of Lubbock who is not welcome in either Your House or mine tonight. I ask You to be with them. Give them Your hope, Your joy, Your peace, and Your comfort in full measure, and don’t delay, but come quickly in your power to save!
Yet to the extent that they suffer (as we know they do), I especially ask You to help them bear Your image in the world and be a ministry to the rest of us. They don’t know how, and what little they do know, they resist. And I understand that, because so do I.
But if we SEE YOU in them for who You really are, the impact that makes is immeasurable, invaluable, incomparable.
So, Lord God, I ask You to express Yourself through “the least of these brothers” (and sisters) – So that… at the sight of You in them, may the mountains bow low, the valleys stand at attention, and the crooked places straighten out like Isaiah told of in the days of old. So that… at the sight of You in them, may the whole economy turn upside down! Just shake it out on the ground and start it all over again, like You did using those beggars of old at the Gates of Samaria. So that… at the sight of You in them, may Your Kingdom come and Your Will be done in Lubbock like it is in heaven!
It is for this purpose I devote these homeless friends to You:
Thomas, Mark, Jerry, Jason, Heather, Dennis, Ricardo, Ishmael, George, Belinda, Leo, Pedro, Sylvia, Charles, Autumn, Aaron, and Aaron, Andy, Dustin, and Justina, Jeremy, Damien, John, Gina, Jessica (and her friends from Denver), Alabama, Red, Bob from Denver, Erika, Rudy, Mike, Faith, Catman, Daniel, Daniel, Jennifer, Samuel and Jenny, Steve-O, Patty, James, May, Lee, Suzi, Matt, Mary, Tex, Ryan, Roadkill, Scarlett, Harry, Henry, Hank, Kate, Kathy, William Lee and Lucio, Johnny, Daniel Zapata Raul, Qurran, and that whole crew, Trip, Melissa, Allison, Cassandra, Stephen, Sarah, Craig, Antwon and that whole crew, David, Tasha, Christina, Brenda, Ryan, Turk, Tony, Renee and Nikki and all of them, Jim & Happy, Michael, Etta, Daniel, Pete, Crystal, Dustin, Mike, Lee, Joe & Melissa, Mamma Jo, Cliff, Mamma DJ, Anna, Anica, GL, Veronica, Wendy, Kitty, Terry, Charlie Brown, Stephanie, Freddy & Latika (and their kids) and anyone else I can’t remember!
O Dear God, this is just a list of names – a token list of names. But every name is a person I have met struggling to make it on the streets of Lubbock. A few of them have died; some are in jail. A few have moved on to other towns, and a few have managed to get themselves off the streets. Some I have not seen in years.
They are the “least of these” on the streets of Lubbock. You know where they all are, where they lay their heads this cool, rainy season. You care for them even more than me. I can’t remember every person I ever met; You know every hair on every head! I ask You to bless each one and make them to bear Your image and thus bless the rest of us too.
I too seek the place of shame, pain, and despair in my community so that I can bear the image of God there. Like the others, I largely don’t know how. What little I do know, I resist because it will hurt; it will cost too much; it will take too long; it will humiliate me – and a hundred other reasons! Or maybe no reason at all… After all I can be so fickle… so easily distracted. And confessing this, I am driven to that garden to join Jesus in His most terrible prayer when He said, “Not My will be done, but Yours”. And it scares me to talk to God like that, because I know how You answered Him.
But You are the one with the words of life. Where else would I go? And Your word tells me He endured the cross for the joy set before Him. And I wanna know… WHAT JOY IS WORTH THAT? And would you set it before me too?
Dear God, give me Your Spirit so that I can really live for You now and be raised to life in the Age to Come and join those beggars, bums, and prophets then and there whom You express Yourself through on the streets of Lubbock tonight.
And finally, O Lord, I pray that Your church open her eyes to see You, open her heart to love You, and open her doors to let You in to party with You when You knock.
Amen.
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