| | "The vision?
The vision is JESUS –
obsessively, dangerously, undeniably Jesus.
The
vision is an army of young people. You see bones? I see an army.
And they are FREE from materialism. They laugh at 9-5 little prisons.
They could eat caviar on Monday and crusts on Tuesday. They wouldn't
even notice. They know the meaning of the Matrix, the way the west was
won. They
are mobile like the wind, they belong to the nations. They need no
passport.. People write their addresses in pencil and wonder at their
strange existence. They are free yet they are slaves of the hurting and
dirty and dying.
What is the vision? The
vision is holiness that hurts the eyes. It makes children laugh and
adults angry. It gave up the game of minimum integrity long ago to
reach for the stars. It scorns the good and strains for the best. It is
dangerously pure.
Light flickers from every secret motive, every private conversation. It
loves people away from their suicide leaps, their Satan games. This is
an army that will lay down its life for the cause. A million times a
day its soldiers choose to loose that they might one day win the great
'Well done' of faithful sons and daughters. Such
heroes are as radical on Monday morning as Sunday night. They don't
need fame from names. Instead they grin quietly upwards and hear the
crowds chanting again and again: "COME ON!"
And this is the sound of the underground
The whisper of history in the making
Foundations shaking
Revolutionaries dreaming once again
Mystery is scheming in whispers
Conspiracy is breathing…
This is the sound of the underground.
And the army is discipl(in)ed.Young people who beat their bodies into
submission. Every soldier would take a bullet for his comrade at arms.
The tattoo on their back boasts "for me to live is Christ and to die is
gain". Sacrifice fuels the fire of victory in their upward eyes.
Winners. Martyrs. Who can stop them? Can hormones hold them back? Can
failure succeed? Can fear scare them or death kill them? And the
generation prays like a dying man with groans beyond talking, with
warrior cries, sulphuric tears and with great barrow loads of laughter!
Waiting.
Watching: 24/7/365.
Whatever
it takes they will give: Breaking the rules.
Shaking mediocrity from
its cosy little hide.
Laying down their rights and their precious
little wrongs, laughing at labels, fasting essentials. The advertisers
cannot mold them. Hollywood cannot hold them. Peer-pressure is
powerless to shake their resolve at late night parties before the
cockerel cries. They are incredibly cool, dangerously attractive
inside. On the outside? They hardly care. They wear clothes like
costumes to communicate and celebrate but never to hide. Would they
surrender their image or their popularity? They would lay down their
very lives - swap seats with the man on death row - guilty as hell. A
throne for an electric chair.
With blood and sweat and many tears, with sleepless nights and
fruitless days, they pray as if it all depends on God and live as if it
all depends on them. Their DNA chooses JESUS. (He breathes out, they
breathe in.) Their subconscious sings. They had a blood transfusion
with Jesus. Their words make demons scream in shopping centers.
Don't you hear them coming? Herald
the weirdo's! Summon the losers and the freaks. Here come the
frightened and forgotten with fire in their eyes. They walk tall and
trees applaud, skyscrapers bow, mountains are dwarfed by these children
of another dimension. Their prayers summon the hounds of heaven and
invoke the ancient dream of Eden. And this vision will be. It will come to pass; it will come easily; it will come soon.
How
do I know? Because this is the longing of creation itself, the groaning
of the Spirit, the very dream of God. My tomorrow is his today. My
distant hope is his 3D. And my feeble, whispered, faithless prayer
invokes a thunderous, resounding, bone-shaking great 'Amen!' from
countless angels, from hero's of the faith, from Christ himself. And he
is the original dreamer, the ultimate winner. Guaranteed. "
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