I Am Blessed Beyond This Curse...

Had an eye opener the other day. Made me feel a bit more immature and out of it.
I was sharing with my mom how there is a guy in one of my classes that I get weird...uh...vibes? from. Basically when I'm in that class our spirits clash. He doesn't like my work and I don't like his. We hold two different worldviews and frankly, he creeps me out at times. And I leave, always frustrated and angry without ever knowing why. I told her this, and she reminded me that some people are involved in things that are dark. (This comment over some of his work shared in class that was dark.) She reminded me that there are a lot of people involved in the occult and related things, even without realizing it at times, while others are deliberately a part and are heavily involved. I was like, "yeah, but...that's a bit extreme."
Then God woke me up (I believe) with almost a slap in the face of sorts. I walked into our local coffee shop and hanging on their bulletin board was an advertisement for an event focused on introducing and teaching (classed and rituals held) on the occultic arts.
My mind went boom. There is a song that Carman sings called Witch's Invitation, and a line where he says something to the effect "you sit there, stunned, a moment when your faith gets violated"....bah, something like that anyway. Been too long.
That's kind of how I felt. Violated. They were in my state, in my city, in MY COFFEE SHOP. Advertising to the hungry people out there that want more to this life and it was on MY (the church's) turf!
I was very sorrowed, but I think the term violated really gets at what I felt. Invaded, in a way.
I caught the title of the event but not the dates and I wanted to know when this would be occurring in my city. I looked it up and found more than I bargained for. They have a church, a mockery of what we as the bride of Christ do when we come together Sunday morning to worship, fellowship, serve and learn.
They have a church and they meet Sunday mornings, they have worship, they have 'fellowship', they have ministries in which to serve, and teachings on the pagan arts or theologies or whatever. I felt sick. Violated.
I got the dates and also a wake up call to what the heck was invading my streets. And had been since before Alaska was a state. With roots in the native cultures and the land, they are not new.
I was shocked. How did we as the church, not have ANY CLUE whatsoever to what is going on in our midst. And this is just the visible guys. The level at which they are at when visible makes me realize that it is bigger than I thought, more prevalent, more...I'm just sickened.
Anyway, it made me realize that there is a possibility of this guy being involved in the occult.
But the song I've been singing which I posted last time addressed this in a way. "I am blessed beyond this curse for His promise will endure..."
The whole idea is victory because of God. And a throw back to Carman's song, the power is in the blood of Jesus and no distorted religion, no mockery of the power of God will EVER be stronger than his. So even though I am weak, and I am not strong, I do not matter. Because greater is He who is in me than he who is in the world.
So while fear is being demolished, an anger, (and I will be bold enough to say it knowing that most agree anger is actually a result of fear...but this is a fire inside, the kind of mad you get when you see someone mistreated) therefore, a righteous anger is rising up in me with a love and a desire to see these people free in the blood of Jesus. I am angered by their captor, but I know the love of Jesus can break any chain, any bond, and I desire it for these people.
When I first saw the flyer for the event, I got an image of the church door (the place where the event is being held) covered in the saran-wrap sort of plastic that acted like a spider's web. And as people walked through it kind of....how to put this in words...fluctuated? and returned to normal position, but once they were in, they were trapped. And I felt gross and sorrowed, and angry.
This even was being held by their outreach ministry. Violated. That's how I felt.
So why is it that my church never ever discusses things like this. Why is it that my church, with as much as we do to reach out to our community have such a hard time even organizing a prayer event? I'm really not trying to diss my church at all, it is an amazing group of believers and family with great, solid doctrine, pastors, programs, and worship. I love my church. But the question that came to mind was "Where is OUR outreach ministry and why aren't we holding events that address these needs and desires of not only the community but our OWN body in the way of the supernatural?
I don't know, but I do know this: God is on the move. He is stirring and the heavens stir with him. I pray and hope to see a drastic change in the way we, the Church, respond to invasions of our territory. As battle-ready soldiers to rise up and say, alright God, how would you like us to fight this battle, not on the enemy's field, but ours. With love, humility, and God-focus. I know even I myself am not prepared to do so. I have even been warned not to touch it this weekend and not to enter into warfare because I currently do not have the authority to do so. I believe the warning said for a "bush-wacking".
And then I was told to bless them, love them...but how do you do so in prayer? Wow. What an interesting idea....lol. Yes, really, laugh out loud. Talk about a wake-up call. I don't even know the basics about warfare if I don't know how to pray love and blessing over my enemy.
So aren't we excited to be taught and shown how much we don't know...lol. Ah, God is good.

--MovingGirl