Sunday Morning

August 25th, 2017

Before some of us head to church this morning to worship Jesus, before any of my friends have preached, taught, or shared from a traditional pulpit to a contemporary table (so that you know this is not specific in nature and more for the flock) I loftily wish apostles, prophets, evangelists, pastors and teachers were immune from blind spots and Achilles heals. We all have them, but somehow we expect leadership to be more than human. When we do, our unrealistic expectations are a recipe
for disaster.

All leaders have feet of clay but even this does not justify our refusal to submit to authority, be teachable, receive, and ASSEMBLE together because God may just speak to you through the person sitting next to you or the one directing you to a parking space. Without LOVE you will forsake the assembling together of yourselves. So love well, forgive leadership, and look to the one whose heel has crushed the serpent’s head, Jesus Christ the righteous. Follow Him and love like Him because not only does love look like something, love has a name!


Keep Your Lamps Filled

August 25th, 2017

I feel it in my bones we are on the verge of a major move of God that will cover the earth but what is imminent is a purging and refinement for the bride. (I’m aware that messages on sin are not popular with many, but since when did God’s sense of smell and taste change regarding sin – especially in the church, His only begotten Son’s betrothed? So here goes . . .

As the enemy desperately attacks IDENTITY in the son’s and daughters of the King Most High, a Purging & Refinement is underway to ensure the bride is clothed in whiteous robes. There is a refining fire being released from heaven to prepare the bride. CONFESS, REPENT, ARISE, SHINE. This is not a judgment on the world, it is a readying of the bride. Has God’s standard of holiness changed? Can it be compromised? Oh where were we when He spoke all things into being and the angelic hosts cheered at the Son’s creative expressiveness?

Hear these words of the Blessed and True, “Oh my bride, should you continue in sin that my grace increase? If your love fire for me has grown cold, fan the flame! Be Holy for I am holy. Set yourself apart to me. Walk in purity and let your light shine. If your love for me is not enough motivation to walk in holiness, it breaks my heart that the fear of me must. Did you forget about the fear of the Lord or just redefine it? It’s not my heart for you to tremble and plead for another to intercede, but if it means your refinement then fear will. Sober up and STOP sinning because I purchased your freedom with my life. Did you think that I gave you a life for you to walk in defeat and shame? Have you not read that those who walk by my Spirit will in no way fulfill the desires of the flesh? Fill your lamps with oil overflowing and light them! Compromise not!” These are the words I heard on 7-14-17.

Now, sin is swagless y’all! Do not regard unclean the blood of the New Covenant and insult the Spirit of grace! We are on the verge of one of the greatest moves of God. Get ready! Stay lit! 🔥❤️

For Today!

April 30th, 2014

CPT GillespieAt 27 years old, on December 14, 1991, I experienced the fullness of being born again. Seven months prior I walked across the stage at the John F. Kennedy Special Warfare Center to receive my Green Beret and Special Forces tab. It was the culmination of my childhood dream after discovering a National Geographic article in grammar school titled, Special Forces in Southeast Asia. In it a Green Beret was fighting for the freedom of an indigenous people. I was captivated and everything about it was romantic from the palm trees and the huts they lived in to their tribal dress and the weapons they carried.  I wanted to fight for their freedom with all my heart. I didn’t know it then, but God had wired me, before the foundation of the world, to be one of His liberators and destiny was pinging all over the place. It was the motto of the Green Beret, De Oppresso Liber – to liberate the oppressed, that set me ablaze for a dream I would stop for nothing.  There was one glitch in this whole endeavor; when this kid from Newport Beach, California, whose every fifth sentence was a string of “dude,” “gnarly,” and “cool” became a Green Beret, he was empty. Read on…