Chase Him Down or Chase Him Away

I don’t remember the last time I met a man who was so radical in his beliefs, claims and actions, that people would either flock to him and become totally transformed or get so upset that he was disrupting their current way of doing things that they forced him out of the city.  It’s safe to say, probably never.  When it came to Jesus and those he ran into, it seems they either chased him down, or they chased him away.

But when it came to Jesus and those he ran into, it seems they either chased him down, or they chased him away. He’s an extremist. For sure. His presence tends to make people buckle and embrace his power in humility or resist it completely in furious pride. There’s no middle ground with him. That’s been our territory for two millennia. Not his.

Chased Him Down

After Jesus was baptized, and after he returned from the wilderness completely emptied and completely filled, he began his ministry in that region – a ministry of constant outpouring of both power and love. His presence meant miracles. His name conjured images in the people’s minds, of real healing and real hope. Thirty-four times it is written in the gospels, how crowds were gathered all around him.  There was no denying what he could do.  And none of them knew who this man was, except perhaps that he came from a little nearby town called Nazareth.  What they knew, is what they witnessed him doing. And what they heard him saying. Even though the sayings were filled with mystery and profundity, and even though they seemed up-side-down and void of reason, they didn’t keep the people from filling the space around this man who claimed to be God. The words of Jesus were life-giving. As was the touch of his hand. He restored. So they came. Do you think they came for him? No. They had no idea. They didn’t see him like we see him. They flocked to him, and they chased him down really, for what he could give them. What he provided. He was the means to the end – wholeness. The means to the end – health. Forgiveness. Peace. Life. And even life eternal. I’d be pressing in, too.

I’d be pressing in, too. I hope. I mean, as much as the drinking of his blood and eating of his body would creep me out, I think…I hope I would be nodding along with Peter as he replied to Jesus moments later, “Lord, to whom would we go? You have the words that give eternal life.” (John 6)

I can think of a few who “chased him down”:

  • Nicodemus (John 3) who went in the night to the home where Jesus was staying,
  • The Gerasene man filled with demons came running out to meet him from the grave caves (Mark 5),
  • Even women took the chance of approaching him like the one who suffered from a blood disease for twelve years,
  • Jairus the desperate father whose daughter had just died but was “only sleeping” according to Jesus (Mark 5),
  • There was a Roman Centurion who found Jesus and took the extra step of faith to believe he’d heal his servant, who lay paralyzed, miles away
  • And the leper who found Jesus and plead with him, “Lord, if you are willing, you can make me clean.” (Matthew 8)

Those in the crowds were the ones whose eyes were beginning to open to the truth he’d pour out. Some got it. They were normal villagers, hungry for both truth and nourishment, frustrated in their sin and discord, sick, possessed or oppressed by evil spirits. They seemed used to the decay of the human condition, and this prophesied Messiah, if it really was Him, would be their only hope. But his confusing parables and extreme teachings, many were simply not ready for.  And if that didn’t keep them from gathering around, it was his miraculous power that actually scared some, causing them to force Jesus out of their city limits.

Chased Him Away

In two instances I can think of off hand, where Jesus was chased away, one was by his own hometown folk when he went to visit Nazareth.  They allowed their familiarity with his family (“isn’t this the son of Joseph the carpenter? How can this be?”) to build unbelief and even violent resistance in their hearts. Some translations call it a deep offense. After Jesus told them that prophets are not accepted in their hometown, and gave some examples of minor prophets who were sent to outside regions to perform miracles because miracles are directly correlated to belief, Luke reports what happens next:

“the people in the synagogue were furious. Jumping up, they mobbed him and forced him to the edge of the hill on which the town was built. They intended to push him over the cliff, but he passed right through the crowd and went on his way.”

The other instance of him being chased away was by those who witnessed the deliverance of the madman. This man who’d been living naked, insane, howling, and breaking every chain that attempted to secure him. He was delivered of Legion, a mob of thousands of demons. Aside from raising the dead, this was the impossible case, if there ever was one. Yet, after the awe wore off, and word spread, the miracle witnesses became upset and offended because their pigs had drowned.

 And the crowd began pleading with Jesus to go away and leave them alone.

That’s a lot of bacon. But I wondered earlier this week if the downturn of their meat market was the only reason they made him leave. I honestly think that having someone so close with so much power immediately available to him was a frightening reality to consider. What if he were to use his power for evil? What if he would threaten their way of life and teach repentance? Changing the way one thinks was as hard then, as it is now. To stay the same undisruptable way,  and to keep from losing more livestock, they forfeited the freedom of many of their fellow men by making the Miracle Worker leave. Of course, he respected their wishes, as he still does. For the will of man will not be violated by the Creator of man.

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One more instance where Jesus wasn’t necessarily chased away, but had to leave a place pretty urgently, it was because he had infuriated religious leaders there. He did that a lot. They literally picked up rocks to stone him to death, and he not only talked his way out of a stoning, he walked right through the group of angry accusers:

 So they tried again to seize Him, but He eluded their grasp. (John 10)

I love that, don’t you?

He eluded their grasp. Like a stealth lead actor in 007, only wearing sandals, I want to be like him, that way. Not the sandals part. But when accusers come at me, I want to elude their grasp every single time.

I wonder if I’ll ever be as bold as Jesus, looking over my shoulder at people chasing me down for a miraculous healing or chasing me away because of unbelief or offense. Maybe it’s just way less obvious now, in our digital world where they can simply hide me from their newsfeed, block my messages, “Unfollow” me or ignore my calls because I’ve become so literal or extreme. Yeah, now that I type the words…I realize that’s actually happened. And as much as it hurt, I can say this: me and Jesus…we can kind of relate better now. He’s been through all of it. I’m getting to be a little more like him.

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On the other hand, I’ve healed people solely by the power of God, from headaches to evil spirits, to a whiplashed neck (to anyone who may be caught off guard by the phrase “I’ve healed…”, I understand, and I’m working on a new blog post about those two words, already. Please stay tuned).

I’m not quite sure how to put it into words, but there is something like a slow unifying of spirits taking place inside of me, through experience… of both the rejection of a certain group of people and the restoring of brokenness of another demographic altogether.

Revelation by revelation. Step by step…of faith, and year by year. Isn’t that the goal? To be transformed into his likeness – to look like him more and more by getting to know him?

Richness To The More

Yet I feel like there’s so much more ground to cover. There is so much more truth to uncover and teach and preach…divine revelation that will undoubtedly offend those who just have a hard time unlearning what they believed was “the gospel truth” for decades. Like I have had to do. I have a great assurance though, that with deep digging and insight from the Holy Spirit alone, void of media or pastor or commentary interpretation, there is more. And such richness to the more.

I am reading the Word like I’ve never read it before. Old verses and entire concepts are being redefined and mean new, exciting, controversial and palpable things to me! I’m being drawn to strangers with fearless urgency nearly every week. I think there will always be more. There are so many who are sick or in chronic pain that should’ve been well long, long ago. Had they been living by the Sea of Galilee and encountered him in that day, they most definitely would be made well.  There is so much more peace and comfort on standby, ready to behold from a word of wisdom or knowledge for those who have stopped believing God is close or that he cares.  I want to be “Jesus” to them. Do what he would do. Say what he would say. Regardless of the backlash. I am convinced now, that is the purpose of everyone who loves Jesus and lives for him, complete with power and love made possible only by the indwelling of the Holy Spirit.

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I want to draw crowds around me to make his unearthly power and love evident and seen – even contagious.  So that the glory of him who killed sin by being killed, himself – who conquered death by rising to life, who overcame loss with selfless sacrifice and repaved destruction by handing restored health and relationship to every human being – the glory of this one man – will be made known.

If that means facing rejection, anger, avoidance, defensiveness or even ostracism, Lord, help me to stand my ground and take it just like you did. Thank you for making me more…like you.

Bill Johnson Conference – Day 1 – Permission to be a Blessed People

Sunday night – day 1 of Bill Johnson at Church of the Hills!

We’ve nvr seen or been to svcs like this before. Sun. night, there was such a sweet spirit of unity in the body of Christ. It began with a call to have ev’one just start laying hands on the person beside you & praying for them – whoa – that set the atmosphere for worship! Then we did many songs, one of which was an original by their pianist – it had these awesome lyrics,

“Do you know how BIG my God is,

Do you know how GREAT my God is?!”

Wooo!  There was so much happening. The place had prob. a thousand people – w/overflow sitting on the floor in the lobby, or the alter-area.

Sunday morning, his message was on how God Wants Cities. That night, Bill taught on how we, as the body need to start being bold enough to Ask for blessing. He had us verbally tell those around us “I give you permission to be blessed!” then had us put our hand over our own hearts and say “I give myself permission to be blessed!” …and to succeed & for provision, to OVERFLOWing. And w/every major point, he either knew, or looked up and read scripture to support it. He specifically prayed for special anointing and blessing over business owners and creative minds that rely on Holy Spirit-planted ideas, to succeed in their business…as well as musicians/song writers  :o)

He & his team prayed for various sicknesses or injuries that many many people raised their hands on for healing…& later, he & his team (about 12 students from the Supernatural School of Ministry birthed out of that church, Bethel – Redding, CA) were lined up on stage. Ea. 1 had a mic & they just went down the line, ea. saying 1-3 infirmities, illnesses, injuries, etc. that the Holy Spirit would give them a Word of Knowledge about, in order that they might be healed. Woah.

We witnessed 5 or 6 people who had metal in their body – & pain or limited movement – be TOTALLY healed, several went up front to testify that they could no longer feel the metal (pins or screws) they used to feel & now have complete range of movement in that area, without pain. One man said a spec. rare kind of cancer, Myeloma (without chemo- gives its victims an avg of 7 mo.s to live & with chemo, 24-30 mo.s). The lady next to us held up her cell & yelled out, “Cell Phone!” I was like, “Ok, her cell phone has Myeloma.”, then Bill goes, “We’ve had numerous occasions where we’ve spoken a Word and the person afflicted does not even have to be present – if you know someone w/that condition, try to reach them by phone, and they can be healed over the phone” and she called her friend who was about ready to go into intensive chemotherapy. I’m going to ask about her tonight. The lady 4 seats down had severe Fibromyalgia & could not contain her excitement She’d let out these yelps of joy – & take her baby’s burpcloth to cover her mouth! It was so funny. Bill called her up to explain why she was so happy & she had JUST been totally healed of her disease. It went on and on, and at the end, he had ev’one who KNEW they’d just been healed, to stand and raise wave hands…and I bet a hundred people did!

After he dismissed, he had his team and the host church’s team be accessible at the front to pray for any other condition or issue not mentioned. That’s when I went up.

I waited in a short line, & then an old man asked me my name and request. I told him Chelan, and I have a form of dermatitis on my head & also need prayer to just RID all fear or spirits of fear from our home (as Braylon has been dealing w/a scary thing he saw in his mirror just hours before that service began… he was very detailed in describing this scary “joker clown” face that frowned when Braylon smiled, and moved his thumb when Bray moved his fingers… & said he was not asleep or dreaming. He was just reading his kids Bible, looked up & saw this image, moving, in his mirror.) – I’ve also been attacked – during the same time he was with the mirror incedent, and in the weee hours nearly nightly for a week, waking up w/pounding & racing heart & fearful thoughts…which would at times make my whole body shake. We are in a battle right now, for there is about to be some major ground taken in the spirit realm, by this Russ family, by the work of the Holy Spirit giving us boldness to witness and live for HIS glory.

This man, (also Bill), told me that he was given an impression of an Indian as I walked toward him for prayer, and asked me if that meant anything to me. I said, yes, I’m 4th generation Cherokee. My great-grandmother (Grampa Ted’s mother) was full-blood. And my name is Indian, for Bubbling, or “Deep Waters”. Bill said that may have a connection to my skin condition, as some Indians would “scalp” their enemies. It’s just an impression, but my dryness & scalp-scaling could very well have something to do with the passing on of the demonic spirit that influenced some Cherokee Indians, generations ago, to scalp their enemies. Since that isn’t practiced anymore, it may have taken this form in me: the very annoying and at times painful condition called Seborrheic Dermatitis. ANYWAY, I just thought that was purdy dang interesting.

He took my hand and w/his other put in on my forehead and He prayed that the living waters of the deep (like my name) be cleansing of this disease. He commanded, and proclaimed healing. Then was given a picture of joy and laughter over Braylon and our home (YEAH!!!!) instead of fear. I have yet to see evidence of the healing of my scalp, but the last 2 nights I slept all night long and Bray never came in scared. He was peacefully asleep. And woke up hugging me and kissed me goodbye. He’s had a much more positive / sweet / smiley and less argumentative way about him. Praise be to God.

I testified this to my friend Candy today, and I believe that my voice and the Spirit of God directing my words will be a major faith-seed planted in her heart, resulting in her and her family receiving Christ and living for him. LET IT BE.

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“This Jesus”~ a Christmas Song of How Miracles Still Happen Today

He was conceived

Would you believe, of a virgin?

A star in the east

Lead men to the King of all kings

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Visions of old,

Prophecies told of a Savior

Whose blood would now cleanse

All men of their sins. And forgive

 

Miracles …  They still happen today

Just in a different time & a different way

Chorus:

(Well,) That baby grew to…

Change the tune of a world-song

From life to death to…life again

It’s chorus still remains:


This Jesus…There’s

Somethin’ to this Jesus


Because of prayer

My depression took flight as I started to dance

If unaware

I’d-a given the credit to meds… or to chance

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marriage was through

Infidelity robbed us, & left us for dead

We had to move

With no job for 8 mo.s,  but had our daily bread

Miracles …  yes, they still happen today;

Just in a different time and in a different way

Chorus:

(Cause) my … Jesus grew to –

Change the tune of a world-song

From life to death to…life again

It’s chorus still remains:


This Jesus…There’s

Somethin’ to this Jesus (x2)


Miracles …  They still change lives today

Just in a different time and in a different way

Miracles …  They still change lives today

If we believe and we step out in faith! Faith in…

This Jesus…There’s still

Somethin’ to this Jesus (x2)

a new name

his ankles and feet were severely deformed. guess he thought church folk would be more generous, so he had friends that towed him there. but he always stayed outside the entrance. everyone who went through that beautiful entrance, if they bothered to look his way, would see the top of his head, worn pants and the palms of his hands. he was out of place, without a name. he didn’t need one. appearance was his name.

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