Accepting the Sovereignty of God in ALL things is the door to a broader yet more intimate conversation.
Our youngest grandchild Asher now has a handful of words. When he visits he goes straight to the video pile, picks one up and repeats, “Watch! Watch! Watch!” My reply is simply “Yes” or “No” That’s a limited conversation! It’s where he’s at, but my hope is that in a few years time like his older cousin Ajay who recently asked “Papa, how do you know God?” our conversation will develop.
Last week we went to Canada.
While there a friend asked me in an email,
“Is it ministry or vacation?’
“Yes.” I replied, for to us life has always been one seamless whole as we look for his hand and listen for his voice in EVERYTHING. As a son seeking to join with my Father in his work, whether that be cleaning the toilets in a Computer City store or singing a hymn in front of thousands it is not about what I am doing but about who I am doing whatever I am doing with! Remember?…… “and being with you nothing else I desire.”
The instigation of this trip was the sense that we should help a friend move back to Canada. As Carolyn and Hilary rode together in one packed car, I followed behind in another.
The 16 hour drive through the beautiful U. P. and around the Great Lakes was a pleasure as I was conscious of Creator’s peaceful presence, prompting from within, confirming from without.
I realized that I had been qualified by nature and by nurture to pray with godly protocol for this territory we were now crossing.
At the border our current Queen, Elizabeth, hanging on the wall behind, had overseen the inspection of our British passports as we entered this part of her Commonwealth. I noticed Kings and Queens, Victorias and Crowns were everywhere to be seen. Of course photos aren’t allowed at Immigration (or while driving) so here is one we took subsequently in a Canadian antique store : – )
As we drove by Derry and Cookstown we came to our destination on Ardagh Street. It had obviously (to me) been named by an Ulsterman who wanted to honor his father rather than his mother by tweaking the name of the cathedral city of St. Patrick. Somehow the Google maps lady and even the locals got the pronunciation for “Our Da” (as in “Our Ma”) hilariously wrong! So the Ulster Scots influence here was also very strong. As we turned the final corner onto Wright Drive, I knew our joking Da’ was directing every foot of the journey!
Then of course the two languages everywhere was a constant reminder of the French presence. Again I recalled the special bond we had with our brothers and sisters in Nice who translated, re-recorded and performed the entire Come Lord Jesus musical in French in France.
Last but not least, in fact most importantly, came the Native piece. for shortly after arriving on “Turtle island” we had been welcomed to this land and then commissioned by dear friends whose ancestors were Ojibwe chiefs – the original inhabitants and stewards of this region.
God speaks to me (and hopefully through me) in songs, and as I allowed different tracks from my catalogues over the years to rise up one by one, into a Spirit directed “MIXTAPE”
“Lord Jesus we enthrone you, we proclaim you our…. chief.” I began to sing
The Spirit then added the words “Standing here in the midst of us….. you are the one who knows our grief.” As I glanced to the sky I noticed a spread of feather clouds in the form of a chief’s headdress.
Song followed after song.
I came to the end of the Flame, “Then as one we’ll rise…….” I noticed a sign ahead for a town – LIVELY 19
The number 19 is the number for faith. A sign pointing toward the day when those who have died in this faith will be raised to life!
“Jesu, nous t’adorons…..” I continued….“Viens seigneur viens et prend ta place.” Again looking out I noticed Dumont Street
Du Mont means ‘of the mount’ A mountain is a biblical type of government…….. I had in French been asking Jesus to come and take his place as King of this land!
A few days later with the ‘work’ of the move over, Hilary and I realized it would be fitting for us to return home via Niagara Falls. We had both visited the falls alone, but never together, and this did co-incide with our 43rd wedding anniversary…….and then on for two overnights with dear friends in Erie and Chicago with rich fellowship.
In both situations the conversation touched on the blockage that intellectual pride has in our relationship to God. As we continued on our way we found ourselves “lost in Madison” Of course Father again said. “You’re not lost, for you may not know where you are but I know exactly where you are!”
We realized we were driving along Wisconsin Street at the foot of the State capital. We both knew it was time for us to add Wisconsin State Capital to our list of capitol buildings we have been lead to and so began to sing again together…..
“Lord Jesus We Enthrone You…We proclaim you are King….Come Lord Jesus and take your place…. in Wisconsin”
He’s a photo of us on our anniversary in front of….. no not Niagara Falls….the Wisconsin State Capital! What a Dad-venture life is when we relinquish control and honor his Sovereignty in ALL things : – )
As we wandered around the university campus, centrally dominating in the city I noticed how the values of the University of Wisconsin did not include Humility. “Service” – yes, but our service can be so full of PRIDE and pride is always wrong whether in an academic institution an LGBT parade or a Church meeting!
I noticed the beautiful front of St. Paul’s University Catholic Church with the text entreating childlikness. Jesus holds a bible with the text Rev. 3:21 about the one who ‘overcomes’ sitting with him on his throne. Our proud flesh rises up misinterpreting this calling to overcome….as if it is in our own strength. St Paul knew better and in humility acknowledged that it is when we are most weak, that we are truly strong….. in the grace of God that flows to the humble.
While in Erie, Brian shared with me the following testimony given by a man he had met as a student at Purdue University and whose families had become close friends….a man brilliantly gifted by worldly standards but at the same time – humble in spirit.
….and so to one final shot of another MIXTAPE that gave our trip a lift : – )