Spirit without truth

Over the past few months, I've had the opportunity to influence the lives of 12 young ladies. Coaching girls basketball has never been something that I have planned, dreamed or even intended on pursuing. There is a stark difference in the athletic performance of girls from boys. Boys feel good about themselves when they play well, Girls must feel good about themselves and they will play well. With these 12, much of what I do is instilling value and confidence in each one of them, and when inward poise and assurance is exposed, it spreads as wildfire, infecting each one. They come together unified and few have been able to stand in their way.

One could create a library on the number of books diagnosing the church and believers as to what plagues the community; what is the easy fix, who has the solution? There seems to be countless road maps, programs, and blueprints for success in the commune of worship. We are accomplished theorists of how the Spirit should move, what will provoke the Father to pour himself as he has done throughout history. Nevertheless, our formulas are constructed in reverse, planting the branches to grow trees, where we should be setting seeds for roots to mature.

" an hour is coming, and now is, when the true worshipers will worship the Father in spirit and truth"
Bitterness is born when we create platforms to talk of Him, but refuse to allow Him to speak of us. I have spoken through countless hours of the things He has done, should do, and would do if everyone else would come into better alignment with His agenda. I can recall numerous conversations centered around "the problem is..."; unrealized to the truth that the problem is forgetting to let Him search me. It's truth that brings freedom, it's truth that brings healing, it's truth that releases the hope of glory to be the reality of destiny. The movement of the Spirit in the community starts from within, in opening the door of truth that shapes me into His mold.
Creating a culture, changing an atmosphere, influencing the broken, hurting, lost, and complete does not start with others. It does not start with programs, music, books, or studies. It starts in me. It starts with my intimacy; when I exist in the Spirit and His truth forces an unlimited identity, and when this inward poise and assurance is exposed, it spreads as wildfire, infecting each one. When few come together unified, none will stand in their way.

Revival is my responsibility.

From within.