this you can run with: isaiah 64.

  I had a unique experience with my Lord this morning at our weekly Campus America team prayer gathering.  Adam Cox, one of our fearless leaders, was challenging us with the words of Isaiah 64.  He reminded us of what Lou Engle had prayed over our team just weeks before in light of our calling as the "Boiler Room" family.  Lou had prayed that God would turn up the heat and cause us to boil, that we would feel the hand of God heavy upon us.

   We broke into the passage, and almost immediately I was weeping tears that were not my own.  There are times that I determine to pray in the Spirit, and there are other times when the Spirit takes over and I can't not pray in a heavenly tongue.  This was one of those times; I literally could not help but give in to the torrent of the Spirit's words gushing out of my inner man.  It was as if this cry was actually reverberating in my being, "There is no one who calls on My name, no one who rouses himself to take hold of Me..."  

   The all-consuming ache for the Presence of God endured throughout our whole prayer meeting, I continued to weep and pray in the Spirit for most of the hour.  The ache for the Presence and the burden of intercession for a generation to rise up and take hold of God was unlike any other time I have prayed, however.  Every other time in my life, as I have deeply hungered and deeply mourned with heaven, I've felt a literal weight, a physical heaviness bearing down on me.  Most of the time in the past, I've identified that weight with sharing in the ache of the Father's heart and its been a paradox - a sincerely sorrowful pleasure.  In this last season, though, the literal heaviness has not come only with intercession but more often with stress and anxiety.  The crushing weight has in many ways marked the last few months for me; it's been an inescapable and unexplainable heaviness that has made life a bit scary, a bit confusing, and a bit miserable honestly.

  This morning, though, the physical ache never came.  I was thoroughly partnering with heaven - the tears were unstoppable, the prayer was unceasing by no effort of my own.  Yet the dreaded fifty-pound force never made its way into my chest.  On the contrary, the longer I prayed, the lighter I felt.  It was the trippiest thing- bawling my eyes out and longing so wholly, feeling the tears of the throne room and the breath of the Father blowing on me.  I was considering Lou's petition : May the hand of God be heavy upon you, and knew it was coming to pass, yet remained thoroughly amazed that I did not feel the heaviness pushing me into the ground.  (To be honest, if the hand of God heavy upon me was anything reminiscent of the crushing load of the last few months, this next year was beginning to look dismal.)  As I simultaneously marveled at the feelings of lightness submerged with tears, I felt the Lord say to me, This is a heaviness you can run with.  And indeed, I felt like a could run a marathon!  What HOPE for this next year...

He meets us joyfully when we remember Him in His ways!  He is the only God who acts on behalf of those who wait for Him!  Unbelievable, this Maker of ours...  I am seriously astounded at the mysterious ways He chooses to grace us with His fullness.  Who are You, God?!?

Isaiah 64

 ¹Oh that You would rend the heavens and come down,
   that the mountains might quake at Your presence—
² as when fire kindles brushwood
   and the fire causes water to boil—
 to make Your name known to your adversaries,
   and that the nations might tremble at your presence!
³ When You did awesome things that we did not look for,
   You came down, the mountains quaked at your presence.
⁴ From of old no one has heard
   or perceived by the ear,
 no eye has seen a God besides You,
   who acts for those who wait for him.
⁵You meet him who joyfully works righteousness,
   those who remember You in Your ways.
Behold, You were angry, and we sinned;
   in our sins we have been a long time, and shall we be saved?
⁶ We have all become like one who is unclean,
   and all our righteous deeds are like a polluted garment.
We all fade like a leaf,
   and our iniquities, like the wind, take us away.
⁷ There is no one who calls upon Your name,
   who rouses himself to take hold of You;
for You have hidden Your face from us,
   and have made us melt in the hand of our iniquities.

 ⁸ But now, O LORD, You are our Father;
   we are the clay, and You are our potter;
   we are all the work of Your hand.
⁹ Be not so terribly angry, O LORD,
   and remember not iniquity forever.
   Behold, please look, we are all Your people.
¹⁰ Your holy cities have become a wilderness;
   Zion has become a wilderness,
   Jerusalem a desolation.
¹¹ Our holy and beautiful house,
   where our fathers praised You,
has been burned by fire,
   and all our pleasant places have become ruins.
¹² Will You restrain Yourself at these things, O LORD?
   Will You keep silent, and afflict us so terribly?