Misty Edwards - Always on His mind. I was just sent this CD. If you have a heart of worship, you'll love this CD. In trying to find a way to describe Misty Edwards' music... imagine a female version of Kevin Prosch, mixed with Rick Joyner's MorningStar worship and Heidi Baker preaching. What a mix! Passionate prophetic worship & rocky demon-crushing anthems. Amazon is not selling the CD, but the link above works and they seemingly have it.

Hehe... I found a home-movie shot at one of Misty's worship concerts on YouTube.

Well we have DSL! If you're one of my podcast subscribers, you will have seen I have been catching up. Wireless is very handy when you're traveling, but for long distances, or reliability, it just sucks. So I am now able to use Skype again. A relief being that my last 2 cell phone bills were well over $100 each.

I am just having a really good week. God is doing some encouraging things in my life right now. The conference last week was really a much-needed revitalizer, even though I didn't realize I needed one. It's funny though how full-frontal assault from the enemy tries to come at a time like this, and it has. Worship though, is spiritual warfare. Fallen angels don't like to be reminded of what they will never get to experience ever again, true worship, and they flee from the sight of it. There's an old song from Petra (ok, all Petra songs are old now) that has the lyric, "get on your knees and fight like a man". It's strange though, that as I walk through this life with my Father, I learn that some of the catch-phrases we use all the time in the Christian faith, are actually powerful truths, and they need to be redeemed from the curse of cliche. Hmm... I can see myself writing pages about this, so I will stop myself now.

I just find it sad that most people never worship God with the intensity that some do. When I look around the average Church gathering and see 90%+ of the guys just standing there waiting for the music to end so they sit down, it really makes me sad. But watch out if that same young man's favorite football team is playing that day. The enthusiasm to get home as fast as possible is hardly paralleled by anything else in his life. The fear of man and the love of the world. It's so strong isn't it. I just love to worship. It's invigorating. It's not emotionalism, it really is in the capacity of the creature to worship the Creator, and in a way that is beyond anything else. God has made us to worship, and that is why if the young man does not worship His rightful God, he will simply worship another god altogether. He will though, worship, something.

Questions: Is God the sole (soul?) focus of your worship? If not, what is?

Written from 43,000 feet, flight back to Dallas before a long drive back to Lindale, Texas.

It's been an eventful week. God has been so personal this week. I have been so impacted by Rick Joyner and Heidi & Roland Baker particularly. On Saturday night my sister sent me a txt message to my phone. I called her over Skype from the hotel room, and we spoke for over 2 hours, and most of that time about God. My sister is not a follower of Christ. My family are all drug users and/or drug dealers. My life is so vastly different to theirs it is often hard to relate. You, my reader, likely have no idea about my family background. My mother kicked me out of home at 7, and when I was put on a plane from New Zealand to Australia and handed back into her care at 14, she kept me just 3 days before kicking me out again. I then spent many years living on the streets. But God! Today no one would have the slightest idea of my history, and for the longest time I have not told people about it. Not due to any shame, but because of some reactions I have had from people who thought I was just seeking attention.

Anyway, my sister. She's all ears when it comes to God. She's seen what God has done to her brother, and she needs no convincing that God is real, or that she should follow Christ, the difficulty is she's afraid of what others might think of her. Please join me in prayer for her won't you. Her name is Naomi. My other sister, Theresa, Naomi's twin, is to be sentenced for running a drug house on Wednesday and will likely go to jail for some time. She has 2 kids and a heroine addiction. Hard to believe I bet. Sadly, it's true. It's not too hard to tell which one above is the heroin user is it! :(

On Sunday during worship though, God spoke to me, and told me clearly that He will redeem my family. I sent my niece, Emma, a Bible for her birthday. Foolishly, I never told her how to read it, and I guess I didn't think she even would. That was 3 weeks ago, and she's now half way through Exodus. She didn't know where to start, so she started at the beginning. I always start with Genesis when sharing the Gospel anyway, so it's just terrific. It gets better though. She is 14, and has a boyfriend who is a Christian. His brother is a Christian too, and in a Christian band. She's even going to Church every Sunday, though not being discipled at all. God IS redeeming my family. Quite amazing. My niece was only 9 here, but I have not seen them in 5 years.

Security at the airport today was ridiculous!

Ok, SORRY about the lack of podcast updates this week. I have received all your complaints. Radiant Worship has been the only updated recently, but they will all be updated and active within the next 24 hours. Time was the major factor. I was serving Winkie Pratney and running errands for other speakers and friends at the conference. Though I got plenty of sleep, I was thoroughly exhausted. I need a better game plan for updating the podcasts while I am on the road. And just remember, 99% of you are getting them all for free. Less than 1% of God's iPod listeners have made any contribution to this ministry. And if it's so important to you that you feel a need to complain when I am late, put your money where your mouth is. Or you can always unsubscribe! :)

Had dinner with Keith Green's daughter, Rebecca Green, last night. Never told her how much of an impact her dad has on me. I am sure she gets that all the time as I see with Winkie, so I just left it alone. Really nice girl though, really in love with the Lord. Was awesome to meet her.

The time is exhilarating. The ministry of the spirit is joy, it's tears, it's healing, it's alive with power. Now is where cynicism is either enforced or demolished. It all comes down to the heart of the individual. A hard heart refuses to yield, but they yielded heart discovers the mysteries of creation. The only thing that disappoints me is the 'staff' not entering in. It's the same everywhere, but if you've seen this a dozen times, one can become complacent. Lord let us find this so fresh and REfreshing each and every time. One very serious looking black guy wearing a security badge told Roland Baker not to pray for him because he had to work. I felt God's heart in that moment. I shook my head knowing what God was about to do. a second later the young man fell in a heap to the ground and there he stayed for some time. This time the Lord was merciful, and He taught the man a lesson I hope he does not forget. I would be more concerned if God had simply allowed the man to resist Him. His mercy is greater than His judgement.

Joy, joy, joy, it's the sign that God cares for His people enough to bring a belly laugh so hard it hurts. It's the promise, oil of joy for sorrow. God wants us to see Him, to see His heart, and His heart is GLAD. He wants us to be glad too. Tonight I cried for 3 hours non-stop. I just could not stop. God was breaking my heart. Breaking the world off my heart. It wasn't painful, it was gentle, but it was powerful. I walked away with crystalized steaks on my face and stains on my shirt. The washing machine will take care of that, but the stain on my heart, the one made by the blood of Jesus will never fade.

Barking, howling, passionate cries of repentance side by side with shout of exhalation. God meets people where they need, not where we want or expect. God knows us better than we know ourselves, and we can trust Him to touch us in the right way. Trust though is important. It can be hard to trust God. When you see God touching people in the strangest ways, and you can't feel even the presence of God in the house, it's even harder. What if this is not God but the evil one come to deceive us. But he comes to steal kill and destroy, not bring life and joy to the heart. This is God. We can trust Him.

Tonight Heidi spoke about the bride. Specifically about not criticizing the bride and searching out the bride and bringing her in. She gave a call to those called to full time missions. I went forward. My life is that of a soul winner to the world. I had been weeping the entire night anyway. I do not believe I've cried at more than any other time in my life. I have hear Heidi speak many times. This time was really no different. She is hands-down the most moving speaker I have ever heard. The heart of a true bond-servant of the Most High. Her message could not be more simple, or more profound. Love. Love. That's all. Love. That's SO MUCH. LOVE! The love of God for us. A love that has no boundaries. No boundaries. How can the human heart comprehend such a thing. Space surely has bounds. It's the finite creation of an infinite God. Love goes beyond the depths of the universe, known or unknown.

Soul winning. Nothing enraptures my heart more than winning the lost soul. Holding the hand of a hurting life and pointing them toward the cross, towards the throne. William and I plan to get out on the streets of LA this weekend. We're just going to go and see what God does. I have 2 ears to listen and one mouth to speak, and they belong to God to use as He sees fit. Tonight has been a recharge for this. I am impassioned. I am ruined for all but the Kingdom and His righteousness.

Here in the room there is talk of the presence of Angels. People simply do not want to leave. Right now there's 100, no, 200 at least, people that just don't care to leave. It's 11:31pm, people have commitments and responsibilities to the world, but their responsibility to their saviour overides all. There are people on the platform, people on the carpet, people layed out on seats, and the place is alive with worship. "The splendor of the King, robed in majesty, let all the earth rejoice, He wraps Himself in light, and darkness tries to hide, and trembles at His voice. How great is our God. All will sing, how great is our God." I can't help but stop writing and just worship. WIlliam has told me he wants to leave, but right now i just can't. Excuse me, I need to worship.....

Next day. Walking into a building and feeling the presence of God. Rick Joyner says, "you're as close to God as you want to be." It's true that God is close to every one of us, yet it is also true that God's manifest presence can be literally felt. It can raise the hairs on the back of your neck. I walked into the YWAM prayer chapel (Heidi Baker just literally crawled into the auditorium in front of me as I type this. She is lost in the spirit, worshipping God, Rocking as does the Jew when he worships.) for the very first time just last week. The presence of God there is exhilarating, I asked God, "Why are you here like this?" and He answered, "Just waiting to hang out with my kids." To be perfectly honest, I felt the presence of God more in that prayer chapel then I do here right now. I am lost for an explanation, but maybe it's because in the prayer chapel there was perfect stillness, and here right now there's so much going on.

This conference is certainly a great time of God impacting my heart and ruining me even more for His Kingdom.