Flew into Toronto this morning with protege's Scott and Aaron and Ray and Gloria Willms.
The 5 of us are attending the pastors and leaders conference in this church that was the home of the Toronto Blessing.
Why are we here you ask?
A few reasons:
1. To learn.
Personally, I tend to be sceptical and analytical about the more sensational manifestations of the Holy Spirit. If this is a barrier to my own personal experience of God or a barrier to how PAC may experience Him I want to confront it.
Also, most of the conferences we attend are heavy on the leadership teaching. We already know more leadership principles than we can implement.
2. To dicern.
Curious to see what Ray and Gloria feel about what is going on here. Are there teachings or experiences which happen here which are not good for PAC or should we try to bring some of it "back"?
3. To fulfil the committments of the protege program.
Each protege gets to go to a conference. Shea went to Catalyst in the fall. Aaron and Scott get to come here.
The experience so far has definately been a trip. We are continuously urged, in one form or another to allow God to bypass our mind, which is difficult for me. As well, I am not entirely sure God desires to bypass my mind, or that I could stop Him if He wanted to. I gave Him permission should He so desire.
To be fair, the lone speaker of the day, did a fantastic job I thought of providing a theological undergirding to all we were seeing. He reminded me of one of my favorite professors at Regent College, Rikki Watts. Watts was Cambridge educated and a happily Spirit filled man who loved to speak in tongues. The combination of charismatic Holy Spirit presence and rigourous mind engaged and challenged me then, and the speaker today, Bill Johnson challenged me and helped me to be less cautious about the whole thing.
His talk was easily the most personally challenging talk I have heard in two years. Totally unexpected zigs and zags - I was on the edge of me seat the whole time.
The rest was a stretch. A good stretch I suppose.
We arrived a bit late and it was "soaking" time. A 3 hour block of time where you just lay around on the floor, chairs, or - if you brought one - a sleeping bag and enjoyed cultivating a sense of God's presence. I do this plenty of times on my own, but doing it in a room of people was a bit different. I prayed for awhile for whatever came to mind, meditated on some scripture, and then fell asleep for a couple hours. It was like my Rest, Eat, Listen post from a few days ago.
Then it was supper time. They didn't let me have seconds and I so I was hungry.
Then it was time for session A. Room much more full for this than "soaking". The band played 4 praise songs and, no word of a lie, it lasted for 1 hour and 10 minutes. A few guys to my left were howling with "holy laughter" (the idea here, although we are cautioned to not settle on a meaning lest we reduce it to something we can manage, is that when someone clearly sees God's glory their own problems seem so petty they can't stop laughing. Kind of a neat idea and I had never seen it happen before. It made me laugh seeing it, not in a condescending way I hope but in a kind of joyful amusement) and I couldn't watch them for long because I was unable to think about God with them chortling and thrashing about. So much going on all around I had to just close my eyes. But I am not a clapper or a singer or a rambunctious worshipper so it was pretty long for me. The song kept saying "strength would rise as we waited upon the Lord" but I found it not to be the case personally. By the 30th time through the chorus I had to sit down.
Then they kept introducing different people to us. Each would say a few words then the pastor would have us pray or shout and the people we were just introduced to would fall over on stage and some would twitch for a long time. This was probably the strangest part of the evening for me. Strange that I was watching it happen, and strange that I wasn't terribly unsettled by it.
Then the preacher I mentioned, Bill Johnson, came up and was remarkable. He preaches like no one else I have ever heard. He says a couple sentences, then pauses way to long, then chuckles. Then does it again, and again. I realized halfway through my mouth was open in awe as I listened. I was back in my comfort zone in some ways but the message was unsettling.
Then it was healing time. Same guy who engaged my mind, Bill, led the healing. It was different. Had a sweet Spirit about it. No one was put on the spot. No grandstanding. It was soft and pure. I really enjoyed watching people getting healed. Not every one was. But many were. And then at the very end he asked if anyone else wanted a "miracle". The way he asked it seemed so odd - like late night Vision TV. But a guy in front of us stood up and we were instructed to put our hands on him and pray.
So we did. Scott, Aaron, and I and a few strangers put our hands on the guy and prayed.
My prayer (in my own head) was basically,
"God, heal this guy's knees. I have no doubt you can do this if you want to but honestly, I am full of questions about this whole process. Please do not let where I am at hinder anything you want to do in this guys's life.
When we were done praying the guy did a few deep knee bends and realized he had no pain and range of motion he didn't have before. He was over the moon ecstatic. He just stood there with a big grin bending his knees up and down. I kept thinking of the phrase from Acts "walking and leaping and praising God".
Scott and I figured between the two of us that was enough healing for the day and we all left soon after.
There is no one lesson of the day but here is one good thing I learned. It seems like when God does these stretching and (to me) strange things, he allows us to remain ourselves. Coming here I was worried I would have to turn into some kind of emotive artistic flag waving worshiping jumping bean to truly appreciate a different angle on seeing God at work.
It wasn't the case. I immensely enjoyed today with it's miracles, sublime silliness, and challenges. It was joyful. But one of the most joyous things was I was invited by the Holy Spirit to enjoy it as myself.
Reminded me of the definition of the Holy Spirit I came up with during Jan 3. sermon: (although don't tell my new friends here at TACF we "defined" Him):
God's personal presence in you, helping you build the Kingdom by making you more like Jesus and by making you more like YOU.
Felt good to have that teaching confirmed here by experience.
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