The Vision

The Vision

Tabitha Hawk

What good is a mission without a vision? What value is a ship large enough to carry food to the entire world if it lacks the rudder to guide it to the hungry? That’s what this hyper preacher screams from his Televangelist set. So I thought about it and this is the vision, the same vision as in the ancient text and in my mind I saw….

An emergent uprising of all facets of our fractured faith proclaiming extreme hope, not emotion bore of positive thought, but of Jesus. They view their faith as a life journey not as makeup for the Christian guilt trip. I see an army of people both young and old tired of dead orthodox religion, crushing out of the church box, escaping from the faith ghetto. They don’t fall for churchy hype or religious prejudices, yet they engage stale theology. They are mesmerized by the depth of God into a life of doxology.

They are refugees from the status quo — thirsty wanderers for living streams in desert life. They desire passionate, humble conversations with the creator through the art of life. These people are so holy they disturb the demons and so giving with their life even Satan can’t hold people back in the dark any longer.

Despite their 9-5 daily prisons they know they are free but they enslave their lives to the outcast, the unholy ones, and the very people the holy people lift their nose to. They befriend those on the margins of society, continually searching for hurting and dirty souls that the church forgot how to love.

These people are dangerously pure of heart and passion, sacrificing their life to be obsessively, authentically and undeniably Jesus. Believers turned disciples; they are mobile as the wind, carrying the Gospel to those bedridden to their disease of sin.

These revolutionaries are radical 24-7-365, no different on Friday as Sunday. They continually disclose the scared mystery to those seeking more then a sugar coated sermon as they feast upon the depth of awe in their creator. They are the underground, some call them freaks, they are an electric chair in a water-down culture, they whisper and groan for healing on earth but it invokes a heaven shattering amen from countless angels and from God himself.

A praying generation DESPRATE for God’s renown and his healing rain on their deserts. The infectious outcry to experience Jesus has many tired from sleepless nights, crying and praying to God as if their life counted on his very touch. God sees them as attractive (on the inside) they could hardly care about the outside, they wear clothes that relate, not fancy suits or other costumes, for they hide behind no false image, their motives are transparent.

Spiritual seekers, Christians or not, will be intrigued by the spiritual risk takers they encounter by this fearless army against Satan’s games, ever believing that small things done with great love will change the world. They are the silent architects of this culture, the unknown heroes who don’t fit the stereotype of wealth and popularity.

They’ll break silly religious rule games, renouncing mediocrity and live fasting on abundance from God. They laugh at stereotype labels, the advertising world can not name them, Hollywood doesn’t know how to hold them, MTV can’t claim them. You see bums, they see friends, they take losers and bite the bullet believing the best for them. People whose integrity holds authority, raising the bar on life, they live holistically towards God, it’s like their soul had a transfusion with Jesus himself. They breathe their selves out and breathe God in, they synchronize each day with the heartbeat of their teacher.

They dream big, because God is the original dreamer.

They are relevant to those on earth because Jesus never goes out of style.

In the end, they are winners, because Jesus is the ultimate winner.

GUARANTEED.