warfare with the religious devils in us
Another Training Camp, another 130 kids ready to launch out on THE WORLD RACE. Training Camp marks the initial assault on a kid’s religious bondage. The battle is intense and the hunger for freedom and the real stuff of God will manifest itself and enter into hand-to-hand combat within the confines of old soups of traditions, church backgrounds, limited understanding, theological pride, fear of man and plain ole religious bondage. Most kids desperately want to get free, but they have to get over themselves, conquer fear and go for it (been there, done that and it’s easier said than done).
There is usually a breaking point where they stop with all the debating in their mind. They feel the Wind for the first time and they begin to not give a crap about what it looks like anymore. It happened again at this camp on Monday night. Leadership had its plan, but the Spirit had other plans. The worship team hit the first cords and the Wind began to blow. There is no other way to say this: WE DANCED OURSELVES FREE. Chains broke everywhere. The fact that it was so spontaneous only confirmed the force of God’s desire for the release of liberty.
It is a scriptural principle: PSALM 149 tells us that we can actually take back ground from the enemy by our dance. We can enter into the prophetic warfare in the heavenlies by moving our feet, clapping our hands, twirling, dancing!!! Some of us have never even given God a rousing “Amen” at church. Maybe a golf-clap, but never real activity. Oh, our team can score a goal, punch it into the end-zone or blast one over the fence and we absolutely loose it. Maybe we hear Keith Urban or some nasty funk-horn break loose and we just HAVE TO DANCE! But when it comes to God, we act like we’re attending a viewing at the funeral home or sliding in and out of ICU with stealthy quiet. God is not asleep or sick. It is OK to be a little rowdy. Monday night was normal business or it should be normal. Not camp hype or just youthful emotion, but the expected expression of a generation sold out in devotion and passion for the King of all kings. On that magical night, the Spirit directed the whole thing and it was frikk’n AWESOME!