OK. Sand people are small little things, but when you're outnumbered,
they're dangerous. But enough Star Wars trivia. So it's been another 4 months since my last blog, and I'm now well overdue on my rambles on the life of Jon.
I've just been given the task of looking after the worship bands at church. This involves picking new songs, developing the bands musicians skills, working dynamics, and cool stuff like that. I'm really looking forward to seeing what can be done here. It's like all my training at
SCA is now starting to be put to good use. I just hope I can step up to the mark as much as I'd like to. I want every individual, and all the bands to move to a greater level of musicianship, and with that will come an
anointing that comes when skilled craftsmen perform their art. I guess half the trick is to keep making it fun.
Why is it that when you start to make an impact for the kingdom of God that the devil keeps trying to attack you? I always figured that he always has a go when people are standing up to tear down hell and build up the kingdom of God. I know he's been trying to take me out again. But he can't win ;)
Our church has been under incredible spiritual attack in the last 2 months or so. Fear and depression has gripped many people. Accidents have been happening far more often than the norm. On 1 day we had 3 motorbike accidents, including 1 that paralyzed and nearly drowned our senior pastor. It's only because of God that he is alive, and is getting better and better each day. He now has full mobility, and just minor things still bothering him.
Over New Years we had a beach mission out at
Whangamata in the
Coromandel Peninsula. When me and the first few people arrived at the camp site, the place was
absolutely loose. Guys were walking around, most of them drunk and openly on drugs, either looking for girls, or looking for a fight. It was the first time that I became really aware of the devils hold on people, or on a physical area. The next day the rest of the crew arrived, we set up a big Marquee tent and invited the whole campsite to hang with us; and they did. The whole campsite was instantly transformed by us being there. And it wasn't just us saying so either, it was people that had been there before. We just had a safe place where everyone knew that they were welcome to come, beer, smokes, swearing and all that. We didn't judge them, but just loved on them, giving them free coffee, and hot chocolate, and just hanging out. We talked to heaps of guys, planting little seeds from God into them. A few people got healed. There was a guy who had a sore knee, or something like that. One of our team prayed for him and he got better. He was like "What did you guys do to me", then he told all his mates what had happened. We had a few people that wanted to talk to us about becoming a Christian too, including some who wanted to come back when their mates weren't there. It often seemed to be the case that somebody would be talking to someone, and
they'd just be getting on the edge of something and then that persons mates would come and drag them away. That's when you know the devils not liking it. But the seeds were planted, and we know that it's God who allows the seed to grow. I managed to make conversations with people in the evening by using my telescope. I'd aim it at the moon, or after midnight at the planet Saturn. Usually the first words to come out of their mouth was a wow, or what the F***. We'd have a good sized group just hanging around, and we'd be able to talk to them.
Works going well. We're in the middle of expanding into Melbourne and Sydney. There may be a chance that I'll be needing to pay a few trips over as part of that. If I do then I'll have to pay my Aussie friends a visit. Even better, I've now got a team of developers that are coming on board. 2 students who are working part time while they finish their studies, and an ex-
WizBang worker who is rejoining the team. Maybe now I can finally finish off that table mapping mod that we've been talking about for the last 5 years.
Homer: A woman is a lot like a refrigerator. 6 feet tall, 300 pounds ... it makes ice.