This is the time of the year when the hands on the clock seem to speed up more than usual.  Our time is focused on preparing for family get-togethers, practicing the Christmas play, purchasing gifts for loved ones, and so on.  There is so much hustle and bustle taking place, not only around us but in our minds as well.  When Christmas Day arrives, we tend to be relieved and ready to clean up the house and move on. We get so tied up in our own circumstances that we tend not to see others around us anymore.

December is known for having the highest suicide rate of the year.  Past losses, failures, and current loneliness affect people all over the world, all year round. But, at Christmas time it becomes even more apparent to them.  And while we are in our hustle and bustle mode getting everything done, we forget the most important purpose for this time.  As believers we are celebrating the arrival of our precious Savior that gave us LIFE!

In 1 John 3:16, it says, “By this we know, because He laid down His life for us.  And we also ought to lay down our lives for the brethren.”  This time of the year is not about getting our children the greatest gift, or making the yummiest appetizer, or even having the best Christmas play, but it is about the gospel of Jesus Christ, the news that “for unto us a Child is born, unto us a Son is given; and the government will be upon His shoulder.  And His Name will be called Wonderful, Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.” (Isaiah 9:6 NKJV).  Our message that we have to give is more wonderful, more valuable than all the riches of this world.  The best brand of clothing or the most expensive car could not compare to the gift of eternal life that we have through Christ Jesus!!

Next time you go to super market look past the candy isle, the decoration displays, or the long check-out lines, look for the one.  Look for the one that you could share the message of Jesus with, the one that you could share joy with while they may be facing depression, the one that you could direct to LIFE rather than death!

God is moving in all of our Student Ministries!  This semester has been truly incredible!  Our prison ministry team  ministered alongside Mike Barber’s ministry at their weekend of excitement last weekend and saw approximately 1200 prisoners get saved! Praise God! What an amazing work of God. In a month dedicated to the devil, Jesus decided to be Glorified!

 


I got the chance to go out with the evangelism team. It was amazing to worship God with about 60 students in the middle of Oak Lawn, a predominately homosexual district. As we lifted Jesus up he was faithful to his Word and drew men to himself literally. Two homosexual men got saved, renounced homosexuality, and fell under the power of the Holy Spirit on the street corner. I get literally get chills as I write this.  Please keep these two men in your prayers that God will give them the strength to continue their journey in Christ. We also invited them to Tuesday Night Experience.

I also got a chance to experience a portion of the all-night prayer meeting! It was awesome to see Jack Moore Hall still filled with students at 1:00am in the morning crying out to God. I honestly believe part of the reason we were able to get such a breakthrough on the street is because of what was happening in Jack Moore Hall.

I was recently about to lead worship for an event. However, just before I left home, I had a moment of shock and awe. It was one of those things that happen—although, you don’t expect it to happen—but when it does happen, you don’t know what to say or do.

Usually, before I leave home for an event, I have my wife and kids pray for me. My seven year old son placed his hands on my head and uttered these words, which still ring in my head, “God, bless daddy, and help him sing good, and let them see Jesus.” That was it. I immediately opened my eyes as they started to fill up with tears, amazed at the profoundness of this prayer. “Let them see Jesus!” I can’t get rid of this thought.

You see, it really starts to hit me when I look around and see that we live in a culture where things are very personality driven. Media and television have invaded our platforms and pulpits. No longer can a person, who is full of the Spirit of God, get up and speak the truth, without having just the right balance of humor, hair gel, and just the right shoes.

I don’t want you to think that I’m against fashion or being culturally relevant, but I dare to say that no one walked away from Jesus thinking about how dynamic of a speaker He was or what a bold choice of tunics He wore.

This was a prophetic prayer that I think we need to be reminded of—

people have to see Jesus. That is all.

If you really enjoy moving, you should have my life.

If you really enjoy opening up boxes to discover your belongings that you forgot you had, you should have my life.

If you really enjoy fitting your life’s most precious memories into suitcases, you should have my life.

I recently moved again—hopefully the next move won’t be until a few years from now.

I have been married for 11 years, and have moved ten times during those 11 years.  Several of those moves have been half-way across America, and two of them were to the Philippines and back.  When I asked my wife to marry me, I expanded the usual, “Will you marry me?” to include, “Will you marry me?  Will you mother my children? Will you follow me to the ends of the earth?”  Fortunately I’m blessed with an amazing wife who has certainly held up to her end of the deal!

So why did we move so much?

Two words: “Follow Me.” (spoken to our hearts by Jesus)

Sometimes it’s just impossible to follow Jesus and remain where you are.

When I was eighteen I left my family, friends, and home in Pennsylvania and followed Jesus to Christ for the Nations Institute in Dallas, Texas.  That was my first step in walking with Jesus in the most amazing journey.  I realize that this is often the first step for many of the students who come from all over the USA, and the world, to study here.

Like Abraham, we are on a journey with God to a promised land that He is leading us into.  Why settle for the comforts of an ordinary life when you can experience the exhilaration of an extraordinary life?  Looking back, I simply cannot imagine what my life would be like today if I just stayed put in Pennsylvania.

Yes, there is a cost to this kind of nomadic life.  It will cost you comfort.  It may cost you relationships.  There will be a cost to those whom you love dearly.  We should count the cost of following Jesus, but what we really need to do is see all of life through His eyes.

Is leaving your house to follow Him a sacrifice when He promises to give it all back in Matthew 19:29?

Is leaving your family too much to surrender when He promises to give you a new spiritual family?  And won’t we have plenty of time in ETERNITY to make up for “lost” time with loved ones here on Earth?

Is leaving your comfort zone too much to lay down for the promise of His Presence in Matthew 28:20?

Jesus is still calling to people all over the world to, “Follow Me.”

He’s calling for people to be nomadic faith-walkers who are looking for a promised city with foundations, whose architect and builder is God.

Will you be one?

 

 

 

 

 

A few years ago, Mike Massa and I were working to plan the 2009 Alumni Reunion. We arranged for an all-alumni choir to sing during the reunion and recording.  As alumni from each decade began to arrive at Bob Mason’s home for our first meeting and rehearsal, there were obvious longtime friendships that were greeted with loving hugs and floods of memories that they began to share with each other. The “remember when” conversations were a joy to hear as they reminisced the past. Yet several of us had just met each other for the first time and we were gradually getting introduced for the evening of rehearsal and dinner together. The atmosphere was cordial and welcoming, much like you would find in being a guest at a friendly church.

As Mike gathered us all in Bob’s living room to give us a few instructions for the evening, he opened up in prayer and then asked us all to worship in the Spirit. THAT’S when it happened! We suddenly went from acquaintances to CFNI “kin.” It was amazing! Though many of us had just met, as we prayed and worshiped we suddenly had a very deep connection; a connection that surpassed the years gone-by,  careers, marital status, denominations, race, financial position and even our varying walks with Christ.

“The rehearsal” became more than a preparation or a run-through of music. It developed into a precious few hours that were filled with deep worship, confession of the soul, earnest prayer, genuine communion and sincere fellowship. We had hesitantly walked in as acquaintances and were now struggling to part as more than friends.

That’s what happens each time we gather CFNI alumni together for conferences, reunions or any special event. There may be the few who remember their time together as students, but there are usually several who arrive not knowing the others. They are welcomed, but still see the unfamiliar faces with hesitation. But when we begin to worship the Lord—it always happens! That unseen bond of the Holy Spirit moves to reconnect us and reunite the CFNI family all over again! The fond remembrances of campus begin to swell in their minds. And many share the same sentiments and warmhearted experiences they have had as students.

Recently there was a group on Facebook called “You know you went to CFNI when…” I followed the group for several weeks and collected some delightful memories that you might share. As you read a few I have selected, I hope you are as thankful for your time at CFNI as I am.

 

You Know You Went To CFNI When…

Jamie Bollinger – Your heart and soul was introduced to a way of worship like no other, and literally was the launching pad for a life hunger and thirst for more of Him in every way.

David Emmanuel Paul – You’re reminded in your heart to read 3 chapters of the Bible every day, and five on Sundays.

Kirk Anderson – As iron sharpens iron so one man sharpens another; there was a whole lot of sharpening going on at CFNI.

Johnny McNaughton – I can’t describe how blessed I was by my time at CFNI. I know it was a difficult transition in some ways but every day while there I was excited about what I would see of the move of God in my life and the lives of those around me!

Gelson Rocha – When you were very hungry to ‘know’ God, and could feel His presence during chapel. If I had to go back, I would do it all over again!

Scott Hassett – You hear the words, “My, my, my, my, MY!” and have the sudden urge to give away all your possessions.  You have CFNI Alumni Facebook friends on more than three continents.

Michelle Butler – You helped an international student pick out a wedding dress. You look back and realize that it was one of the most impacting times of your life.

Sheri Jeanine Green – Powerful all night prayer meetings!

Richard Castagno – You meet a CFNI alumnus for the first time and feel an instant connection.

Joel East – You went to CFNI single and left married to the greatest woman in the entire world.

Dave & Natasha Giles – You learned that God was more interested in your character than your comfort. If you had a teachable spirit and gave honor to the leadership God would use you mightily to impact your town and nation.

Patrick Curtain – CFNI was by far the best decision I have ever made. I truly met the Lord there. I was always expecting Him to move on my behalf and He always did. The Bible came alive before my eyes!

Terry McCarthy – You knew you went to CFNI when . . . you left with a great prayer life, had the most incredible life-changing worship experiences, gained an awesome world view and passion to win the lost and made great lifelong friends.

 

I love words. I love to read. I always have. I can’t pass a sign or billboard without reading the words. I know God speaks to us in many ways. I have heard the still small voice, the peace in my heart, the illumination of His written Word, the word spoken through His servant, and I’ve seen pictures and had the dreams and visions. Lately, God has been speaking to me a word, one word. When I close my eyes I “see” that word. I see it throughout the day. I see it in my sleep. One word—emblazed on my heart, deep in my soul, and in my bones. One word that has caused me to cry, caused me to pray, and caused me to groan. One word that has moved me to study, moved me to search the scriptures- moved me to do something. That word—ORPHAN!

With the word orphan comes other words … child labor, human trafficking, HIV/AIDS, war, refugees, abandonment, neglect, poverty, disease, unwanted, lonely, pain, hopelessness. The list could go on and on, just as their sad plight goes on and on.

If all the orphans in the world lived in one nation, it would be the seventh largest nation in the world. Can you imagine an orphan nation? Yet, there are orphans in every nation, and they all long to be loved and cared for.

Over the past three years, I have had the unique opportunity to minister to many Karen orphans in refugee camps along the border of Thailand. These children have experienced horrors that are unthinkable. Many of them have witnessed the absolute brutal murder of their parents by the Burmese soldiers. They spent weeks hiding in the jungle, afraid to move. They have physical injuries from their weeks and months of hiding and hiking to the safety of the camps. More than the pain and disability of the physical injuries is the fear and pain that has seared their emotions.

Their stories are individual, yet woven in each one is the common thread of trauma, violence, panic, fear, and uncertainty. The tears flow as these brave little souls try to explain the events that led to them to the camps. Yet, they greet us with big smiles, warm hugs and great joy. I’ll never forget the sound of orphans worshipping the Lord with all their might at 4:30 am, little faces and skinny arms lifted to heaven as they sing His praises.  I ask myself, “What do they have that we are missing here”?

I’ve visited orphanages in Bulgaria and throughout Asia. I’ve heard stories from many others who have been inside orphanages around the world. I have listened to caregivers, those who start and direct homes for the homeless, express their struggles in providing daily bread for the needy children. They have to fight government leaders, culture, and stupid superstition. They fight those who seek to get rich at the expense of these children by using them for child labor, including child prostitution. They fight exhaustion; they fight heartbreak over the seeming hopelessness of the never ending problem of more and more orphans needing care, needing food, needing an education, needing love.

So, I must do something more. That word, ORPHAN, keeps staring me in the face. It doesn’t go away. I’ve read the statistics, I’ve heard the stories, I’ve smelled the smells and I’ve wiped the tears. I feel the pain. Help me, Lord; know what you want me to do. I will do it. I will make a difference.

What about you? Close your eyes. What WORD do you SEE?

 

 

Youth For  The  Nations 2011 was an indescribable and incomparable experience. Week 5 broke the attendance record; new heights were reached in all areas. Our guest speakers included:  Jabin Chavez, Adam McCain, Robert Madu, Carey Robinson, Mike Bond, Tom Elmore, Jeremy Johnson, and Reggie Dabbs. All of these speakers did a phenomenal job at communicating a message of hope using creative and adaptive illustrations.

Altar ministry was incredibly powerful. Interns experienced and witnessed, firsthand, the power of God on display. Radical deliverances, powerful rededications, genuine salvations, and supernatural healings were regular occurrences both inside and outside of the four walls of the IB auditorium.

Numerous traveling worship bands brought a new style and flavor of worship to this generation. Games that are geared to include many of the nations of the world not only brought teenagers out of their comfort zones, but acted as a pivotal ministry in calling young people to missions and imparting God’s heart for the nations.

Dorm counselors encouraged individual ministry and saw God’s hand move in their midst. Not only were thousands of young people changed forever, but YFN interns walked away forever changed, as well.

Overall, YFN 2011 was one of the most memorable years ever and will be remembered  in this generation as a marker in their history with God.

Hope is a pesky varmint. There’s nothing more troublesome than having a good, ol’ fashioned, deep, dark depression (or even a shallow, dimly lit one, for that matter) only to be interrupted by that rascal Hope. It’s like honeysuckle. You know, that stuff that grew along the fence of your backyard? It doesn’t go away!  Once it takes root, it ain’t leaving. At least, not without a *flamethrower.

It’s not loud—Hope. It’s that little voice that says, “Yeah, but God!” Try as you might to convince Hope that all is lost and there’s no way out, that hard-headed Hope will out argue you—every time. And don’t bother trying to change “It’s” mind either. Why? Because It is ever-conscious of the promises of God. It is the very soil where the seeds of faith, your faith, is nurtured.

Face it. You’re doomed. Give in to Hope. It’s been around a long time, and it keeps a record of God’s loving kindness and faithfulness. You can’t beat it … so join it. You’ll like it.

(*flamethrower not guaranteed)

 

At the mention of a “Cool Card,” one might chuckle quietly, possibly reminiscing earlier days of when others might have actually carried one around. The idea was to certify that certain people were “cooler” than others; obviously, because they had a card that said so. Makes sense, right? If I have a license that certifies me to drive, then this license could also certify me to be “too cool.”

The truth is we all have one. Most often, it sits in our back pockets with our wallets or in our purses next to our cell phones. Some keep it in the front page of our Bible, right next to our sermon notes. We conveniently pull it out when we would rather exempt ourselves from a situation that may seem a little too risky for our reputation. Everything is peachy keen until we might be asked to do something we really don’t want to do, or be involved in something that might be especially embarrassing.

Whipping out our “Cool Card” happens in ministry, too. A common area that suffers from “Too Cool Syndrome” is children and youth ministry. Many ministers are eager to wear their best suit behind the main pulpit, deliver their three-point sermon on the trinity, or belt out the newest worship song, but not many are eager to step behind the scenes and serve His little ones. Serving kids requires a certain tenacious silliness. I guarantee you will find yourself in such situations as dancing with moves you’ve never seen before, wearing strange costumes or face paint, cheering, playing lots of games, wiping tears, getting messy with shaving cream, exerting energy levels you’ve never reached, and LOTS of cleaning! The deception is that people think they are actually “Too Cool” to participate in such shenanigans.

After receiving training from Camp Sonshine, the largest Christian Day Camp in the U.S., Kids For The Nations Summer Camps leadership adopted many philosophies such as the Cool Card Policy. At the beginning of intern training for KFN, interns are given a physical representation of their cool card. We seek to teach them that not one person on the KFN team is “too cool.” Participation is imperative, as every moment of building relationship with campers is critical. To ensure no one holds onto a precious image or reputation, we all rip up our cool cards together because we are not too cool to reach kids for Jesus Christ! There is a certain freedom in not worrying about being cool or what you look like. As soon as people rip it up, they allow Jesus to freely flow through them, and they tend to enjoy themselves much more!

The Bible says in Luke 9:23, “Then He said to the crowd, ‘If any of you wants to be my follower, you must turn from your selfish ways, take up your cross daily, and follow me.’”

Taking up your cross selflessly includes getting rid of your cool card. So, this challenge goes out to all ministers around the world: RIP UP YOUR COOL CARD!!! Whether you are “too cool” for kids ministry, youth ministry, local outreach—whatever it is—rip it up! Life with Jesus is way too exciting to be picky about what you will do for Him.

As a leader, I hear this all the time, “This generation doesn’t get it! They’re selfish and lazy. They only care about what pop-stars are wearing and the latest trends. They have no interest in hard work and taking certain matters in life seriously. Their perception of quality relationships is how many followers they have on twitter. They have no concept of maturity, and the only thing they know to stay loyal to is their favorite show and podcast subscriptions. We are going to lose this generation.” Now, I’d be lying if I told you I’d never had some of these same thoughts. However, it was during one of these moments, that the Lord reminded me of the revelation He gave to Ezekiel.

In chapter 37, Ezekiel shares a vision of being placed in a valley of dry bones. As he’s taking in the sight of what he is seeing, he is asked a crucial question, “Can these bones live?” His response was, “Lord, only you know.” Immediately after he answers, the Lord responds with a command and says, “Prophesy to these bones and tell them breath is coming to them and they will live! The Lord will attach tendon to tendon, wrap them in flesh, and cause breath to enter them so they may live!” Before this prophetic word could finish leaving his lips, he heard a rattling and saw the impossible before his eyes. What was once a sea of dry bones, is now an army. Then this shout echoed in my heart, “Chris, you see dry bones, but I see an army!”

What happened in Ezekiel 37 is a demonstration of Romans 4:17, when it says, “… God, who gives life to the dead and calls those things which do not exist as though they did.” We will have to live in a realm of faith, like never before, if we are to see this “valley of dry bones,” called Generation Y, become the army I was challenged to see them as. You and I have been “placed” in this generation for a purpose, and it doesn’t matter what age we are or how relevant we think we are. Because we are here is reason enough to be invested in the following generation. In the same way I was challenged, I submit this to you. Are you calling dry, what He says can live? Are you labeling this young generation hopeless, when He is going to use them to establish hope?

As I travel, I see firsthand the wickedness, compromise, and moral confusion that has blitzed this generation. For sure, it is a mixed army—made up of the Christian school kid who has insecurity issues and has now overcome them, the young ones who have been sexually confused because they were molested their entire life, those who ran to the occult before they found the Church, or those who choke down prescription medication because devils have been telling them to do so. It is quite a gathering, needing much guidance.

However, if we are going to reach them, we’ve got to change the way we see them. Hard as it may be, I don’t see this generation as slothful, corrupt, and lethargic to the things of God. I think they are just bored! The Christianity we have been showing them is boring. For instance, once a young person is brought to the Lord, the only thing most will show them to do is pray and read their Bible, which is essential. But if that’s all we teach them, they will never learn to take spiritual responsibility for those around them, to heal the sick at the mall, or to witness to someone at the least expected and most inconvenient moments of their day. If all we leave them with is pray and read, we are eliminating the risk and adventure that has already been established for this generation.

In his work, Christian Consciousness, John G. Lake blatantly says, “Christianity is ALL supernatural.” We have never seen a breed of people gripping for the supernatural like this one. From the top grossing movies, to the highest rated shows, and books being bought and sold, this army is groomed to release for a release. Get ready! This is the hour! The least likely and the unreachable will be drawn to the Cross, become devoted to Jesus, and sell out their lives to Mark 16:15-18:

“Go into all the world and preach the gospel to all creation. Whoever believes and is baptized will be saved, but whoever does not believe will be condemned.  And these signs will accompany those who believe: In my name they will drive out demons; they will speak in new tongues; they will pick up snakes with their hands; and when they drink deadly poison, it will not hurt them at all; they will place their hands on sick people, and they will get well.”

Generation Y is not a lost cause. They have a lot of fire in them, but they just need someone to guide them and give them wisdom in understanding that fire. I remember as a young man what it meant to have a mentor in the faith remind me of who I was created to be. I also remember the confidence it gave me when I saw them open doors of opportunity for me. I can’t describe the safety I felt as young person knowing my father would be there for me if I needed him. These individuals brought clarity and character to my life, and I’m so thankful.

Is this not what the Lord has done for you and me, at one time or another? With leadership like this and the fusing of generations, we will see this “valley of dry bones” become a living army! They will be a generation given to holiness and not hormones. They will live a lifestyle of revival and not rebellion. They will walk with authority, honor, and character that will leave the world breathless and in desperation for the same thing. They will be dangerous for good because they desire to win the greatest reward, “Well done!”

Prophesy, pray, and believe for this generation from heavens perspective. These dry bones, just like in Ezekiel’s day, will hear a true, prophetic command, and then, we’ll see the reaction.