The Time is Now
I woke up this morning feeling no different than any other morning. In fact, if I were to be completely honest with myself, I think I hit the spiritual cruise control button sometime in the past couple of weeks. Last night, Lydia and I had dinner with a friend of ours simply to connect and share dreams. I felt my spirit stirring inside me but there didn't seem to be a "convenient" time to address it. Eventually, my spirit settled and "normalcy" was restored once again. I eventually went to sleep and that was that.
So, back to this morning. I woke up and went through the motions - I've done each day [except Sundays and Tuesdays] for the past 7 weeks that I've worked for this church. I turned off my alarm, zombie-walked to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, showered, and headed off to morning prayer. By 5:40am, I was sitting in the back-right pew, as I always do, both praying and dozing off in the dark chapel with some hymn instrumental midi track playing in the background [side note: is it just me or is it crazy that even an instrumental midi track can sound Korean...]. At 6am sharp, the midi track playback is stopped, the lights switch on, and our early morning service began. Our head pastor led us in 2 hymns, intercession, shared a messaged, and closed with the Lord's prayer - all by 6:30am. As usual. The lights were then dimmed again, the midi track resumed, and I resumed my prayer/dozing cycle once again. As I caught myself dozing, I thought to myself [as I do every morning], "I should get up and walk around while I pray."
But this time, I stood up.
Then, I thought to myself, "I should pop my AirPods in and listen to the Azusa Now album as I pray [the Azusa Now album is my prayer JAM - if you don't have it, I 1,000,000% recommend getting it]. So I did.
In an instant, that stirring was back.
It has been so long since I have felt such a desperation for revival. I prayed for the nations. I prayed for my nation. I prayed for my city, my church, my youth group, my family, myself. Before I knew it, the chapel was empty and 45 minutes had gone by. After prayer, I went into my office. As usual.
But this time, it's different.
I know God is doing something. I know God is moving in my heart - and the timing couldn't be better. Tomorrow and Friday, I will be attending the Catalyst Conference in Atlanta. From Sunday to Tuesday, my family and I will be in the D.C. area so Lydia can participate in Awaken the Dawn to pray and intercede for the Esthers of our generation to rise up.
Friends, don't wait for a more convenient time to live out your dream and step into your calling. There will not be a perfect time. The most difficult part of the process is getting started. If you feel like your passion has grown stale, take that first step of faith and the stirring will return.
"There are risks and costs to action. But they are far less than the long range risks of comfortable inaction." - President John F. Kennedy
Sure, getting started is difficult. Sure, it's inconvenient and risky. But one day, we will all stand before our God, face to face. On that day, I would rather come before him having tried a thousand times and failed than having been too afraid or lazy to ever have tried at all.
Stand up. Take a step. The time is now.