Francis...

Oh Francis Chan.
It's not that I'm obsessed with Chan - or maybe I am. I'm not sure. I definitely don't want to be obsessed in anyway. But, all of the sermons that I have heard from him are completely biblical. He really is showing the people in his church how to live a Christian life. Everything he does says Jesus. I want to be like that. I want my life to scream Jesus. Jesus, Jesus, Jesus.
He's not baptist, he's not protestant, he's not Methodist, he's not this, he's not that, he's biblical. Straight up.
Maybe it's best to say that God is using him to speak to me. That's best. Really, it's not a bad thing that certain people don't speak to me like others, because I know that they are being used to speak to other people. That is beautiful.

I want to live off of ten percent of my income.
I want to share my house with another family and save money so we can give more away.
I want to give things away freely - like my car.
I want to walk to work. - 14 ish miles? crazy.
I want to love the homeless, the drunks, the prostitutes, everyone.
I want to give my extra rooms to people who need it.

There are people everywhere that are doing this. I want to be one of them.

I can't believe we wanted to go home tonight...MO-RO

Yep, we wanted to leave. It was cold. We didn't know what we were doing. Weren't feeling it. Okay.

There is so much to say, I don't even know where to start. Let's start with Kyle. I think I talked about him last time so if you are really curious go look it up... MO RO something. Q'Doba: Jericho. Josh ( who i stared at until he said hi but really only said hi because we were staring, not because he remembered us). Jordan (we got a girl's number today!!! :) ) So we are walking excited about life. Here we go.

Guy walks down the street on his phone. Glasses like mine, stops looks up and says, "I like your glasses." And keeps walking.
My response, "i like yours too!!" lightbulb goes off " OH MY GOSH!!! You are TED (last name i said too but i won't tell you) You work at Guitar Center!! You told me kind of strings to buy!! "
He quickly ends his call and tells the person he's blowing them off because I somehow know him.
I try to tell him how we know each other. Instead he turns to emily and say, "She is really cute." Which is exactly what happened last time. Then we something was said and his lightbulb goes off :
"YOU ARE THE CHRISTIAN GIRLS!!!!! I WILL NEVER FORGET YOU AGAIN."
Meanwhile emily and i are dying laughing because well.... this is ridiculous. I can't tell you more because, really, why do you care and it's not funny unless you are emily and were there.

Keep walking we run into Marcus from my old old starbucks job, Christine from my current starbucks job, TJ who looks odly familiar to us both and we talk to them.

We decide it's time to go. Then we hear a trumpet playing. SAY WHAT?!?! Yup trumpet. That would be dave. His car got stolen a year and a half ago from detroit. He plays on the corner of main and where starbucks is. He won't be back until the first weekend of may and we met him I believe the first time we came out to RO. We have never seen him since and for some reason emily and I both had cash on us tonight. Thanks God.

Tonight was great. and full of laughter because it was so ridiculous. We always wondered if we would start seeing people again and tonight, like clockwork we saw so many people who we talked to previously. It was great. I loved it. I'm not sure what it means, but there's a reason for it and all I can do is pray. Thank you who graciously provided us with so much joy tonight it was unnecessary.

God is good All the time.

there's so much more but maybe emily will write about it.

Jesus You gave it ALL for me!

So really, if Jesus died for me... I never have a problem giving up sleep for him. Whatever. Next subject.

Oh I just want to leave and go to BRazil or something and chill with kids in the MORE PROJECT who are wanted on the streets to hussle drugs but they don't because they love Jesus.

I want to give EMILY my starbucks frozen pastries in my freezer to take to california when she goes so she can give them to the homeless when her and jon hang out.

I want to spend my entire night in a field loving Jesus with my friends.

Lighthouse rocked to night and I wish that It was still going and i was singing but really i wouldn't have a voice tomorrow.

I'm excited to hang out with my family tomorrow and tell them how much Jesus loves us all.

I don't know. Bye

Secret Mission

We met tonight. In the Lighthouse room. It's 205 am. Thank you God for giving this group ideas beyond comprehension for most places. I'm sure there out there, but I've yet to find a group that is as awesome as the Lighthouse Collective. Thank you for the intimacy. May we learn from this experience in order to have many more.

We Love you.

Dreams...

So I'm all for writing multiple blogs in a minutes time frame. I looked at my last blog about Chan and decided he should make it into every blog of mine. But besides that I saw one of the last words, California, and remebered my dream last night. It goes like this:

I was at the Mccllelands home and there was a bunch of people my age and some younger all over the house. It wasn't exactly their house, it was more mansion - ish, but it was their house if you understand how dreams go. So there was someone passing out books of some sort about Jesus. There was kid on the bed, smaller and younger than I, who uppon recieving his book proceeded to yell and scream and all I knew in that moment was that he needed to be delivered because this was strictly spiritual. I being surrounded by friends, for a split second stopped to consider what they would think if I openly delivered this kid. But i proceeded. For some reason I could barely talk. It was like a weight on my chest and my voice was gone and I had to scream to get a whisper out. (Mind you, this is not the first time I have felt this in my sleep...creepy) So i began to rebuke the demon by saying, "In the name of Jesus Christ, i rebuke you..." or something to that effect. It was harder to say each time i said it. The kid's reaction proved more than anything that I was doing the right thing. He came after me and began to punch me and kick me. I had to get him on the ground and pin his legs and arms down and continue to rebuke the demon while he tried to hurt me. For some reason I didn't finish.

Skip to immediate dream after this ended:

I was with my friends and we apparently had been waiting in line to talk to Jesus, although I had no recollection of waiting because my dream started when i was standing before Him. He proceeded to tell me that I would have a ministry in deliverance. I asked Him where. He told me the capital of a small city ( he told me and I can't remember... it was not santa monica... it did start with a st.) in California. I turned around to see the long line of people who were waiting to talk to Him (makind me realize we waited in line) and I dropped to my knees on the dirt road and wept with my face in my hands. Not because He had spoken to me, but because He had given me a purpose.

Life

I'm not sure what to do with Life. Part of me pulls in one direction... then I listen to Chan and the rest of me pulls in the other direction. Maybe I should stop listening to one of them, because only one can be right... the one God is speaking through. I feel sometimes that I'm wasting my time here on earth. On a sermon about eternal living, Chan asked us three questions at the end (only one i remember becaue i immediately started thinking and I guess I can't think and listen at the same time) but it was: "What have you done on earth this week that will make a difference up there?" Shoot. I wasn't sure. We had a Bible study on Monday that rocked. And yes, it helped us all grow more in the Lord, but did it help someone outside of our group? I'm not sure. I saw the blonde prego lady sitting behind us look at our Bibles, look at us, and look at our Bibles again before she sat down. Maybe it made for interesting conversation between her friends, or maybe it sparked something inside of her, or maybe she thought we were plain weird. Who knows.

I'm really excited because someone from beaumont talked to me today and is coming to Lighthouse on Friday. yay

Chan

I wonder why Francis Chan rocks so much.
I wonder why Simi Valley, California can't be closer to Sterling Heights, MI.
I wonder if Francis would find it sweet to find out that someone in Sterling Heights, MI is listening to his podcast...because I would.
I wonder why all people could not be as sweet as Chan.
I wonder why all pastors aren't as biblical, solid, and not afraid to stir things up like my man Chan.
I wonder why I don't live in California just to go to his church.