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A Little Sparrow

A little sparrow found her way
Into the palace of a king
A place where great eagles gather
A place where lions reign

Frightened, she knew she did not belong
In the midst of ones so grand
For she was small and powerless
Unable to defend

She softly sought a corner
Where she could hide her broken wing
Where her tiny chirp would not be heard
Amongst the mighty roars that sing

Her eyes widened at the majesty
And royal colors on display
And she wept because she did not belong
And her feathers were brown and grey

No one scarcely noticed
The sparrow in their midst
For they were busy with great plans
As they declared the Great King’s wish

Ms. Sparrow settled quietly
In her corner far away
And there she tended her young ones
And there she learned to pray

When one day to her surprise
One came to talk to her
A little lamb, small and meek
He was wounded, just like her

“Ms. Sparrow, why do you wait here
In this corner far away
Don’t you know that you are welcome?”

The lamb began to say

“But little lamb, I cannot fly
And my colors are dull and brown
It’s clear I don’t really belong here
Just take a look around!”

The lamb drew the sparrow to him
And said, “rest here on my back.
I will carry you up to the King Himself
For there you will have no lack”

“I know how you feel, Ms. Sparrow
For I am rejected too
And there are some here in this palace
Who don’t see me, like they don’t see you”

So the little lamb and sparrow
Made their way towards the Great Throne
And she nestled between his shoulders in peace
A friend to call her own!

As they came before the Throne
She saw it was empty of the King
And she wondered where He was
This One she feared and longed to see

The little lamb gently laid
Ms. Sparrow on the altar
He laid her nest and babies too
His touch could not have been softer

He said, “Here is your new home,
Sparrow dear, right before My Throne
For the altars of the Lord of Hosts
Are made especially for My Own”

She wondered why the little lamb
Would speak with such authority
When turning she saw that he was gone
And on the throne; there sat the King!

She gazed into His Lion Eyes
With a trembling but steady gaze
For though she saw the Lion there
His eyes were just the same

It was the little lamb looking back at her
Through the Lion’s Mane
It was his gentle voice inside the roar
That sounded just the same

Undone, the sparrow wept again
For what she had freely gained
For who was she, that she should dwell
In the Presence of the Great King?

“My gentleness has made you great” He said
“I’ll stoop down again and again
To gather the poor and lonely
And make the outcast into my friend”

And now Ms. Sparrow has found a home
In the presence of the King
And sometimes to her surprise when she opens her mouth
She hears an eagle scream!

And often she takes to flight beyond
What her broken wing once knew
Soaring in light and sound and joy
In which she freely moves

But her favorite place will always be
Following her Friend (who is her love)
Whether high or low, wherever He goes

For she knows her real name now: “Beloved”

“Yea, the sparrow hath found an house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even thine altars, O LORD of hosts, my King, and my God.” (Psalm 84:3).

“Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? Yet not one of them is forgotten by God” (Luke 2:6)

This was a little child’s poem that the Lord gave me last year right after I got back from Niger. In my mind’s eye, I saw a sparrow fly into a great room of royal people and I felt all the fears and insecurities in her heart as she looked around the room. I thought of many of the people who visit our churches for the first time and the feelings that rise up in their heart that make them feel shut out. From that small vision, this poem flowed out. I thought of this poem for the first time in a long time today as I was meditating again on one of the key scriptures that has been in my heart constantly in regard to this trip:

“He raises the poor from the dust and lifts the beggar from the ash heap, to set them among princes and make them inherit the throne of glory.” 1 Sam 2:8

Oh kings and princes, be wise! A throne is not given to us to exalt in, but to use for the benefit of lifting others up into the same realm. Why else does a king exist but to be a servant? All over this world, across the ash heaps of the nations, He is raising up the poor and giving them a throne of glory. He is going to surprise everyone. I know that I know that many of these “sparrows” are destined for a higher place than some of the grandest “peacocks” that currently occupy the center of the attention of the church world. But even in that we must tread softly….so softly…..

There they sit, arguing about who is the greatest among them….One is an Apostle. One is a Prophet. One is a King/Priest. One is Sonship. One is the Bride. One is “Third Day.” One is “The Best Denomination.” One has moved beyond “denominations.” One is this company. One is that company. One is of Paul. One is of Apollos. And they are striving amongst themselves and comparing themselves amongst themselves. And they are all carnal.

And He sits there. And He waits…again…and again…for someone to “get it.” Yes, He longs for them to receive their proper identity–to “know who they are.” A true knowing that has no need of arguing over who is the greatest. It is the knowledge that all greatness is servanthood at its essence.

And in she comes.

A sparrow. She has not a title. She is not an apostle. She is not one of the 12. She has never heard of Sonship or being a Melchisidek priest. She is just a woman. A young woman, or an old one perhaps; with one thing to give. She enters like a child. She enters like a servant. She enters in righteous boldness. All she knows is that she loves Him and that there is a need in HIS HEART at this moment. And so she comes in the room for one reason only: to meet His need in the hour of His greatest trial. To minister to HIM.

Let the arguers argue. They can have their names and titles.

Here sits JESUS. He is lonely in the crowd. He is waiting for one thing….the one thing He has waited for from the beginning: LOVE! Immature love is still love….and it will grow into full and mature love. How patiently He waits!

She, the little sparrow, breaks open her innermost being for Him, holding nothing back. Who cares what they say or think? Who cares that they do not understand. Here sits JESUS!

Only let me pour it all out Lord, until the last drop is gone. Let me give it all to YOU, even as you gave it all for me! I know it is nothing compared to what You did, but please allow me to GIVE–in some measure–the same way that you gave! Forever ruin the outer shell of my life, it matters not! Just don’t let me hold anything back! Just let me be with You wherever You are! High or low, it matters not! Dusty streets in hidden alleys…or royal palaces—it matters not. Outside the gate; shut out with their scornful words—it matters not, but only that I am with with You where You are.  Only let me bring joy to YOU! ONLY LET ME LOVE YOU…as YOU HAVE LOVED ME!

Her hair falls out and mingles with her tears, the perfumed oil, and the dust of His feet….The feet that in just a few days will be nailed to the cross.

Do you hear them? The arguers? Do you hear their scorn, their indignation? Their embarrassment?

What do I see in His eye? A tear! What is going through His heart as she weeps at His feet and kisses them, and the fragrance waxes stronger and fills the room? His heart is moved….

He sees something! In her ministry to Him, He sees a reflection of His ministry to the world. He sees his own broken life and the Christ within Him (yes, that Holy Oil, that Anointing) being poured out over His Body, even as she pours it upon His head…Precious oil running down Aaron’s beard and garments, all the way down to His feet. And He smells the fragrance of His own life being poured out and the smell fills the entire room; a prophetic moment understood only by Him…and perhaps her. If she doesn’t understand now, she will someday. But what she does understand—right now—is profound. Because she is the only who sees….Him and HIS DESIRE.

Father, You allowed her to see…into Me! A miracle! Father, You opened her eyes!

And the Father speaks back to Him:

“My beloved Son, here is the day of the gladness of Your heart, here is Your sure and certain promise, forever settled from the foundation. They will see. They will hear. They will understand. They will stop the arguing. They will follow in Your steps and be girded and taken where they did not want to go. And they will do it for love even as you did it for love. The boys with information and inspiration will become men of revelation and manifestation. I will knit them together in One Body and they will dwell in unity, each part honoring the other members more than themselves, each part serving the others, each part existing for Your sake…

And then YOU (the one great HIM composed of many) will walk out as ONE into the world and they will SEE what has truly never been seen…a new man, a many membered man, a new creation born from

Him

And from…

Her.

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This has been a wonderful weekend.  SILA held a weekend-long “Workers Empowerment” meeting that went for most of the day on Saturday and until about 3 or 4 this afternoon (Sunday).  In addition to the weekly training and discipleship meetings, the “workers empowerment weekend” is designed for intensive study and to help bring everyone on to the same page.  The entire SILA staff comes, from farmers to teachers.  Others also come who are just hungry to learn more about God.  One man drove from a town several hours away to join us. There were probably about 60 or 70 people there, and many, many kids—including the staff and children from Dominion Home.

Yesterday, Joseph, David and I all spoke. Their desire is to help everyone understand that whatever they are doing is sacred–rather than secular– and that they are called into ministry in whatever they are doing.  David spoke for at least three hours straight!  The man can preach! I was so happy to hear how they are teaching a mature word of the Kingdom and I felt great freedom to share from my heart. I spoke on the “planting of the Lord.”  It was what the Lord specifically told me to teach on–the Seed of Christ being planted within us and our new nature in Him, as a Tree of Life. He said to tell them that they are His planting, the planting of the Lord.  I spoke last and all of our messages seemed to build upon one another…it was like one long message with many voices—which is how it should be! (I suppose my message was “short” since I only spoke about an hour).  

I also brought my guitar and was able to lead worship in my first Swahili song, as well as several others in English.  It was so exciting to be able to bless them by singing in their language, but I know that I was the most blessed!

I love how they worship in these meetings.  In between messages, everyone prays and someone might stand up and share what they got out of the message.  Someone else might break into prayer.  Another person will just spontaneously start singing, often in the traditional “call and response” style and then someone else in a different part of the congregation will launch out with a different song. Without making a big deal about it, the services are all directed by the Holy Spirit and everyone is free to participate and speak and lead in song. The songs are probably about half English and half Swahili. And what worshippers they are! I felt right at home with them and the presence of the Lord was very sweet in our midst. 

After the meeting we had beans, rice, ugali, and goat stew as well as nyama chuma: roasted goat.  They slaughtered a goat just for the meeting, so it was fresh!  And delicious!  We also had “chai,” which is the basic word for tea..…with milk and sugar, just the way I like it. (Chai Masala is what we think of in the US, with the spices in it).

I discovered last night that I would be speaking again this morning, so when we came home, I got together my next message.  Again, the Lord told me specifically what to share:  His desire for relationship with us, and His desire for the 1st commandment to be in the first place, leading into the second. It is all about love. This is our highest call, and this is what brings us to maturity in Him. It is open to everyone. I knew that He really wanted to touch their hearts and let them know how valuable their love is to Him. He wanted to set them free from living before the eyes of man, and live in confidence and joy before the eyes of God.

When we got there this morning, everyone was so ready, and so hungry in the spirit. All the early birds broke into spontaneous worship and we sang and sang until everyone else arrived.   Diane spoke first this morning–on faith.  She shared a lot of her testimony with Jesse and their walk of faith.  It was very encouraging to us all.   The Lord’s presence was so strong and sweet all day.  At the end of my message He gave me a prophetic song from His heart to sing to them.  I could see the Holy Spirit ministering to many.  It was so beautiful to see some wiping away tears of joy. Afterwards, we all ate again.  It was a wonderful time and I am glad that I am starting to get to know everyone.

I just want to thank you all for your prayers for me, because God is really showing up in a wonderful way here.  He has taken me past so many fears—and given me such joy and confidence in what I am doing here.

I drank fresh boiled organic milk today with my meal—from one of the cows on the property.  It was good!  There were loads of kids at the meetings.  They would always come in for part of the service and then be released early so they could run and play in the big school yard.  I got tears in my eyes each morning when the orphans from Dominion Home came walking in all properly and took their little seats in our midst, some glancing over at me with shy, excited little smiles.  I spent time playing with them outside between meetings.  There were four little girls named Mercy in the big group of kids.  It is a VERY common name here.  They were all surprised to discover that my name is very unusual in the United States.  There were also several kids named “Praiser,” (I love that) as well as many names like, Faith, Hope, Joy, Patience, etc.  I held a little baby named Joy, and everyone joked that Joy and I looked just alike, except our hair was different! Ha!

Tomorrow afternoon, one of my new friends, Ruth–who is a teacher at SILA– is going to take me to buy African fabric and then over to a seamstress, so I can have some traditional dresses made.  I hope I look very “smart” in them.  (If you are told your hair looks “smart” or your outfit is “smart,” that is a big compliment around here.  Everyone wants to look “smart” including myself.)

There is so much more I want to share with you; about the elegant Blue Gum trees that are a type of Sycamore, with pale trunks and peeling bark…the orange and fuschia bougainvilla, the roses—of every color—that are imported to Europe (you can get a dozen delivered to your house for just a little over $3), the huge sisal agave cacti and cactus trees all mixed in with the pines, palms, and perpetually flowering trees (pink, purple and orange/red).  There are plant nurseries all over the place, and this is a great part of Kenya to grow coffee; one of SILA’s next projects. 

In climate, this is a city of eternal springtime and it is hard to believe that Eldoret is the site of such a horrendous massacre that took place just a few years ago during the last presidential election.  (Eldoret is accented on the first syllable by the way—for those who like to know how to pronounce the words they are reading, even if only in their mind!)  In those days, they created a makeshift refugee camp out on the fairgrounds…and on Friday, those fairgrounds were used for a huge agricultural show; clogging up traffic in town so badly that all we could do was inch along to the “roundabout” where a muzungu and about 100 Kenyans were arguing over a fender bender.  I think the roundabout (a big circle with 4 or 5 roads leading out of it like spokes on a wheel) is a rather horrid chaos-breeding British import. I suppose they work OK if people follow the rules, but here it is nothing but a free for all.  Kudos again to Diane for her amazing driving skills!  She can hold her own with the best of them!

After almost 2 weeks here, I am amazed at the resiliency of the Kenyan people; all the African people, really.  They have endured things that would send many Americans into a therapy cycle for the next 20 years, but somehow they just keep going—and they do it with a smile on their face.

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