A World of Wonder

The hunger is insatiable. It just won't stop. It is there when I wake up. It is there when I go to bed. I try to fill it, sometimes I try to ignore it. I'll read a book that will teach me things. I drift away to sleep. When I wake the hunger is there even more.

I must see Jesus.

A few days ago I stepped off an airplane in Calgary. I had just flown in from Ottawa. Some beautiful friends came and picked me up and collected me in my daze. We drove to Red Deer but my head was still spinning.

I had seen things in Ottawa which have gripped my heart. In fact just this afternoon I was wracked with weeping again. It sneaks up on me now. A few days ago I was driving down the highway and thought I might have to pull over. The weeping hit. Why............?

A few years ago I was in the middle of a journey of doing whatever it took to see the face of Jesus. I was travelling across the globe on a search for Him. And I mean HIM... I will hold Him as I can hold you here on this earth. I know I will. But I used to think that would be an incredible moment for myself.

Now I know it will be a neccessary moment for my generation, for the children who are being victimized and their futures obliterated, for my nation, for the nations of the world. If I see Jesus, when I get more of Him more will happen. Nations will bow, injustice will be righted, the shattered will be put back together again. It has nothing to do with me.

I must see Jesus.

If they even have a hope in the world, we all must see Jesus. We all need more of Him. I came out of Parliament this last time with such a deep conviction and realization of the need of the pure, raw, soveriegn power of God. We need it. It is no longer an option. We don't have the time. While people are debating law the children whose futures they debate are getting horrifically abused.

Would this happen if Jesus walked down the halls of Parliament? Would this happen if Jesus walked down the street?

I must see Jesus.

Now this weeping sneaks up on me from nowhere. I see one thing and my body is wracked with sobs. For the unjustice. For the lack. For the need. For my desperate desire... my desperate requirement. His presence is no longer and option.

He'll come. He'll come to our nation. He'll pour out His presence. Of this I'm convinced. I will walk through Parliament carrying the power of God unlike this world has ever seen causing all the wrong thoughts to come into line with the mind of Christ. Nations will bow. The abused will be set free and put back together again. Injustice and war will cease when His presence is poured out without reservation across the nations of the world. I will see this.

But the question arises, what will I do until then?

Everything I can.