vacation lessons

My vacation this year was... well.. a wild ride.

I did interviews about my choice not to pray in the PA House of representatives after I was asked to remove the offensive word Jesus from the closing of my prayer.

TV interviews, radio interviews, print interviews. I might have done more than 20. They are still going on. And emails- hundreds, all but maybe 10 of them very positive.

I also came under a withering spiritual attack of some kind, where spirits of doubt, fear, lust, and depression hurled crap at me at a rate I had never experienced before. Three or four days of having to carefully control every thought was incredibly exhausting and painful. I asked a lot of people to pray, and feel amazed at how pitiful my own strength actually is when actually tested. If God had not intervened... but His grace is amazing. Amazing.

And then I visited the Wave church, -and spent some time with Ron Johnson. In one 15 minute conversation, Ron helped me more than the last 15 books I read. He talked about how leaders must be trained, and while he talked, lights came in in my little brain.

And Jesus met me. Those services were cool, life giving, smart, and so wonderful. But they were nothing compared to Jesus. He walked in and like touched my shoulder, sort of. I melted, and then starting downloading spiritual strength from him by the bucket load. He makes me see myself different, less stupid, less hopeless, more... useful.

More later...