Bakersfield is my home. My home. God is the original grand territorial Spirit, and the devil is a ravenously territorial spirit as well. I'm figuring myself into the mix as a territorial spirit too. My town. No evil can abide here unless I permit. I do not grant permission. In fact, I'm one of the bouncers here.
So, I'm feeling the urgency to prayer walk 93301. Starting with my street, my neighborhood. I love the downtown, and now that Hingepoint is the building where we are committing to plant our banner, I claim that as a spiritual epicenter, too.
I don't know how to start, but I know where to start, and I know that I want to simply get started.
I was asking God about it all, and He showed me a picture of the downtown - as a beach.
Currents move in, currents move out. People flow in, people flow out. Here, there's a beautiful shell, there, an interesting chunk of driftwood. Over there's an old tire. Sand and soda cans and seaweed and sunlight.
If this weren't my beach, and I was just a tourist, I'd navigate around the tire; maybe think I need to find another, cleaner beach for my walks. But I'm a local, this is my beach. My duty is to interrupt my personal time, heft the tire, walk to the dumpster and heave it in.
Worse, there's pollution in the water. It's a dirty grey, but I can see that it should be aquablue. Somewhere here, a sewage pipe is spewing crap into the sea. Got to get to the bottom of that. That won't abide.
This is all just my first inkling. More as I know more; more as I do more.
Addendum: As I think of epicenters, I'm not going to start my neighborhood walk in the street. I'm going to start it in my house's hallways. I need to make certain that I'm not tracking dirt into my neighborhood from my own home.
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