Tuesday, March 13, 2012


I was a tired soldier clinging to my Bible today as I walked a dusty road that has become quite familiar to me by now. It winds its way through our small orchard before entering the wooded hillside. I press along now, past the open field where the daffodils have long past faded away and where the grass now threatens to envelop the road under my feet, on down the slight slope and under the old maple whose top was severed by lightning, the branches of which for some timed blocked easy access, yes, on through the woods to an old stump that sits solidly, majestically, by the roadside.

The stump and I have become friends over these years... We have met in the cold when the wind bites at my ears and I huddle in my coveralls and winter scarf, and we have likewise endured the company of pesky mosquitoes and summer warmth. My knees have rested on its hard surface in the dense darkness of night as well as the bright light of day.  Time here has become a treasure that is not taken for granted.

Today my Bible is opened to a book of revolution where men of God have left legacies worthy of every mans consideration. Twelve men.... and the world was changed forever. Thousands were converted in a day. The Holy Spirit was poured out in a greater way than the world had yet seen. I pace back and forth on the road letting the words sink in.

Revolution. I'm catching a vision - and it reminds me of a journal entry I wrote in December of last year:
"Embrace suffering. Beautiful is the life of dignity and joy in the midst of the severest suffering. I'm catching a deeper vision of ministry - perhaps a clearer picture of Christ. I see a heart that sheds love in the most simple and degraded of houses, yet stands as a king in the halls of the wealthy and influential. I see a man who is not driven by influence, but rather by true love and integrity. There is a heart that cares for the hearts of the lowest outcast and finds greatest pleasure in the deepest humility."
Once again I am caught by this vision - captured by its meaning. This is what I see in the great men of God and today more than ever I long for that spirit... that heart... that tender royalty.

For me this last year has been one of fighting, discouragement, and darkness... but as the buds of spring are bursting forth all around me, I too am inspired with new life. I must pray. Pray like never before. I've come face to face this year with one of the devil's best laid plans - the cessation of spiritual life. A ball thrown up into the air must always come to a stop before it begins its downward fall - and so in our lives; the less we pray the closer we are to a spiraling descent.

Pray. A revolution is not as much characterized by the great deeds that are done but by the time that is spent on our knees.

My knees are committed... at least an hour if not more.

Sure, when I look at my schedule things don't add up, but a revolution will never happen in the midst of ordinary life. Something has to change - and that change must be found on my knees and rooted in the soil of a broken heart.

I'm longing for the Spirit... soul says "I thirst"


  1. Thanks Paulo...this was just what I needed...I've been living much too ordinary lately. But through His strength I'm turning over a new leaf. Let the revolution begin...on to my knees.

  2. Wow! This hit me between the eyes. Just what I needed. Thanks for sharing your heart in this post. By God's grace I'll begin this revolution too.
    Oh, and the pictures are absolutely beautiful!

  3. Ahh... yes friends - this is the spirit. A revolution is yet to sweep over this land!

    You encourage me. :)


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