The Day Approaches

Did I spell approach right? Approche? No.. no... that's not it. Whatever.

The day which is coming closer is actually the day when I get a cell phone type of thing. I vowed never to have on, but neccessity is causing that vow to break. I suppose this is a good thing in many ways as well. This isa sign that things are busier and the need is greater.

But this always brings me to a place where I wrestle and fight. It is a place called finances. I hate having to wrestle with this, but its a battle I need to win. I'm getting a strangle hold on it though. I've gritted my teeth and done some things the Lord was asking to do with crazy results. Strange how His blessing follows when you just obey Him.

But when one's monthly support is less then what most people make in a week this adds to the "wrestle-mania" that goes on in my mind. It also adds to the excitement. Why does it add to the excitement? Mainly because when you watch what happens and how it happens one can only say that this is God.

I mean really... I'm going to be on the road for 34 days in a few weeks making a giant loop around North America. And somehow it is all paid for. I don't know how, but the finances are there for it. So off I go meeting with people and churches and leaders... oh yeah... and the federal government of Canada bringing the power of the Gospel and the transformative reality of the Kingdom of God.

Anyway, I laugh at myself because I have faith for things like this. But when it comes to a freaking cell phone my panic buttons start to go off and I wonder if paying the monthly bill will cause everything to collapse in on itself and that there won't be enough. How strange is that? I can travel the world, but I can't pay a cell phone bill.

I was on the phone with a friend who lives in Montreal and we were talking about this financial stuff. You have to meet this guy. I laughed because I was saying some stuff and he cut me off and said, "You know, Kayle what you are saying is basically a poverty mentality which is a demonic mindset."

Oh.

So I continue to pray, continue to push, continue to wrestle and watch as God moves things forward. This last year has been an incredible year of breakthrough and I expect it to just keep going. Because God is like that. Always increase.

That's my story for today.

AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!

Hey

No updates in so long!! And now I'm leaving away from the computer. Pray that maybe one day I'll get a laptop... and a blackberry... oohhhh... then I could stay in contact all the time and be able to work all the time instead of just in spurts here and there.

But until then, you can reach me via prayer to Jesus.

I'm off to Saskatoon until the 28th!

Your End is Not

More and more I'm coming to the realization that we will never arrive. So much of my spirituality has come from the place of working to "get there". I'm beginning to believe that "there" doesn't exist.

Of my King, it is said that the increase of His government there will be no end. His creation is constantly expanding. His Kingdom is constantly getting larger. If His mercy is new every morning, how is it ever possible to arrive there?

I've begun to see how thinking you've made it and you only have to make a few tweeks to how things are going in your life really can cause you to stop moving forward. Arrival is the opposite to moving forward. Arrival is the opposite of earnestly seeking. Arrival says you stop, while Jesus says, "I'm always on the move."

What if there really is no end to the depth in God? There may be a point A, but point B... well... kiss it goodbye. Once we really begin to think like this I think we'll see some major changes and advancements come to our relationships with God and our living a life in the spirit.

I've seen a few things as I've travelled the world. I've been blessed to see many people who either live in the spirit or claim to. I've noticed that those who think they've got there generally are not. Those who have the unending hunger for more, who see the shocking massiveness of God and feel so incredibly small but push forward anyway are walking in things that make me shake my head in wonder.

It's hard to describe that and pass it along sometimes. But that's okay. They'll get it eventually. We're all on our journey. Only this journey has no destination other then the heart of God which has no ending, no boundaries and quite simply is endless. Our ending is endless.

Aaahhhh paradox. Our friend in faith and one that increases the wonder and magic of a life truly lived with Jesus.

Wedding Bells Are Ringing

Yes, that's right. The wedding bells are ringing. And contrary to popular belief and even greater desire from everyong around me they are not for me. Hmmm... that kind of came out wrong. Everyone doesn't want to marry me, but many people want to see me get married off. I ignore them because stuff like that infuriates me.

The bells are ringing for Ryan and Danielle, and they will be ringing down in Red Deer. Which means I'm going to Red Deer tomorrow! Yay! I love it down there. My day will be rather busy with a meeting at 11:30 in the morning, straight into another meeting at 1:00 in the afternoon and by 3:00 I should be on the road to arrive in Red Deer around 4:30 and then by 5:00 or something like that I get to take in the rehersal dinner of said wedding. I forsee myself sleeping well. I also forsee myself sleeping short. Because I'll have to maximize my time at the Red Deer town of glory.

I happily discovered the existance of an extra week this month. I'm scheduled to be over in Saskatoon for a conference on the 24th-27th and for some reason I thought that was the next weekend after this one. But mom pointed out to me this week that there is, in fact, an entire week that I have overlooked, so that makes me happy. Hopefully I'll be able to make it out to the lake because I have been wanting to go there so badly for the last three weekends, but have not been able to make it out.

Ever wonder what it would be like if you had a lot more faith then you do now. I'm not saying that you have little faith, or that I have little faith... I'm just saying... wouldn't it be cool to suddenly have tons more faith. I often wonder if more faith simply means that you have less fear, or at least you respond to fear a lot less. Maybe its a mix of both.

This is something I would like to see grow in my life and in the life of those around me. Faith. More faith. Lots more faith. And a lot less fear. I keep thinking about the massiveness of the world that we do not always see, think about or pay attention to yet it is the world that basically governs the entire running of the one we live in. Yes... the spirit world.

It is so real. But we often give it no notice. Even the fact that there is basically an entire section of creation that is working with us for the same purpose as to which we've been placed on planet earth. And they got crazy different powers and abilities then what we have. Of course, these are the angels. They're real. They do stuff. I want to learn how to work with them. We're going for the same goal. They do things I can't. So let's work together.

That would be fun. That is fun, actually. Believe me...

What I would also like is to read my Bible a whole lot more. Not just read it because we're supposed to read it. But read it and get so much more out of it. Feast on it. It's the word of God.

I've been feeling a really strong urge for knowledge these days and I've been reading like a mad-man. Like five books in the last two weeks. And the thirst is still there. I want that thirst for the Bible too. Just being honest.

Still, a good quote for you from a book I'm currently reading is this: "Do not stand still and complain, but go forward - mere fault finders accomplish little." That's from a Tuskegee Chapel Flyer from 1899 and if you don't know about Tuskegee I suggest you become familiar with it, and more so with a man by the name of Booker T. Washington who is an astounding person and one worth learning about. May I recommend to you a book called, "Unshakable Faith" by John Perry?

Liquid Poo 3.2

I posted this on my myspace account for certain reasons... but thought you'd like to see it too... Why not tell the whole world at once?
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Due to an overwhelming amount of feedback on that last bulletin I posted... here is the full, true account of the time I severely pooed my pants. If you like this story you should subscribe to my blog.

Anyway...

This happened a few years back when I lived in Redding, California. Many people know the story, but I don't think many people in Redding know it. That is all about to change. The incident centers around myself and a friend Nathan Grubbs. I am quite sure that Nathan doesn't even know, but once again... let's just blast that one out of the water.

Every once and a while Nathan and I would get together for steak. We'd head over to his house, usually a few other guys would join and we'd have an all around good time. This particular evening Nathan and I got together and he had made Cajun style steaks or something along those lines. All in all, very good.

My day leading up to this point was very, very busy. I can't really remember all that I did, but I do remember that I had hardly ate anything all day long. Looking back on this incident I now see that this was my fatal error. I have since learned NEVER, EVER to eat steak on an empty stomach.

We had our steaks and then were going to go our separate ways. I think Nathan had to do to the church for some reason and I was heading back home. We were getting into our respective cars and at that precise moment I felt a little rumbly in the tumbly.

To understand guy culture one must take into account the aspect of farting. This is very important in true male circles. Many males are not at all accustomed to sharing feelings and "girly" emotions with each other. We do not feel right complimenting another guy on that great dinner they prepared and how it was just so scrumptious. We have developed an entire language that really uses no real words at all. Phrases like, "Meeehhh", "baaaa", or "splaaaa" can be used in a myriad of ways and depending on the tone and volume we immediately understand if we are saying, "Thank you" or "What a delightful evening that was" or "I understand perfectly, I will see you in an hour."

We have discovered that we can communicate on many different levels as well. Not only does our voice box produce audible sound, but other orifices located around the body produce equally, if not better, tones and nuances which can communicate our emotions to each other.

This evening I felt the rumble in the lower regions. I was quite happy for this for now I could use the higher forms of communication that God has blessed men with to emphasize to Nathan how much I appreciated and enjoyed the evening. One loud, impressive fart would affirm Nathan in a deep manner which would not just bring deep meaning, but bonding as well into our friendship.

I gathered the intestinal strength, waiting to release the blast at the exact right moment. Feeling the pressure building to fantastic proportions I hollered over to Nathan who was getting in his car to get his attention and hear the massive detonation brewing inside of me.

"Hey Nathan!" I yelled.

He turned to me and said, "Yeah?" Now you must understand, at this point one would release the blast, cause the birds in that tree over there to fly away and we'd both know to the exactly what had just happened. True, male complementation on a job well done on the steak.

So I gripped down with everything within me, lifted a leg and let fly what should have been the greatest fart of my life. The only sound that followed was the sound of 3.2 pounds of liquid poo exiting my body at an alarming rate of speed.

Some would call this a "shart", but this was much, much worse then your usual shart. This was seriously the mother load of diarrhea unleashed into my pants and me standing there with a rather shocked look on my face not at all knowing what to do in that moment.

Nathan didn't know at all what had happened. He stood there and said, "Yeah Kayle, what is it?"

Panic mode set in. What the heck do I say now? "Oh Nathan! I'm standing here crapping my pants, just thought you'd like to know!" I didn't know what to do at all. Do you ask to then be let back into Nathan's house so you can use the shower? (for a shower is what was needed) How do you bring this subject up? What would I do after the shower? I couldn't just leave my horridly soiled clothes there. And his towels... so white... His wife Myriah would kill me if I even touched those.

So in my shocked state of mind I just pretended like I forgot what I was going to say and went to plan B. Really... I had no plan B. I was flying by the seat of my pants. Sadly the seat of my pants happened to be full of diarrhea so things weren't going to well.

Nathan drove off and I was left standing there. The best course of action that I could figure at the time was to gently let myself into the car and drive home. Oh yes, did I ever mention that I was borrowing this car at the time? Yeah... it wasn't mine.

I somehow sat down without barfing, rolled down the window and had the worst ride home of my life, praying desperately that I wasn't staining the seat of this borrowed car. I made it home, again praying furiously that nobody was home, waddled to the bathroom and had the strangest shower of my life.

Needless to say, a few articles of clothing made it into plastic bags and straight into the garbage bin outside. I then went back to the car to make sure it was clean and that the wretched smell was not lingering.

For two weeks after this incident I was terrified to fart. How all that poo disguised itself as gas I will never know.

And that, my friends, is the story of the 3.2 pounds of liquid poo.