Claiming the Power--Part 2
Friday evening at JCI4, the Praise Team sang, over and over again, "Here I am to worship, here I am to bow down, here I am to say that You're my God." And as they sang the youth came forward, surging toward the cross that shone and seemed to reach heavenward in a stretching column of light. This was no sinister cross in flames. Instead, that image had become transmuted into that of a blazing shaft of light shining skyward. Adventist youth by the scores came toward the light with stickers that read "Hello! My name is."
They wrote their names as they came forward, responding to Pastor Eddie Hippolyte's call to write to Jesus, to tell Him who we were even if we weren't that person yet. We could tell Jesus because no matter how well we wrote, in ink, electronically, or otherwise, Jesus always writes better, Jesus writes in His blood, to grant us the desires of our hearts according to His magnificent will: "Hello Jesus, my name is Courage." "Hello Jesus, my name is Vision." "Hello Jesus, my name is Surrender. My name is Let It Go." "Hello Jesus, my name is Leader."
Pastor Hippolyte prayed.
Then Ruth came on stage with a broom. She swept the floor and talked about the mansion she lived in where the master bedroom had a walk-in closet with its own laundry. The patio next to the pool was her favorite. She would give us a tour of the place but she still gets lost trying to negotiate this mansion in Carmel, Indiana. Ruth, as she tells us, is from Monterrey, Mexico. She had never ever left her hometown before she met Michael. He was visiting Mexico and he couldn't speak any Spanish besides what he'd learned from some dollar phrase book. She stuttered her feeble English, and he stumbled over his pitiful Spanish. And by the time she had helped him find where he was trying to go, he had asked her out on her first date.
Ruth and Michael got married and lived and loved for ten years. Then Michael died. But Ruth still had her adorable mother-in-law, Naomi. Except that now all mother Naomi seemed capable of talking about was going home. She didn't want to live in Mexico any more. She wanted to go back, and she was going to go it alone. Ruth wouldn't let her. Tough as it was, she said goodbye to her mom, her dad, her neighbors and her homeland, so she could go with Naomi. Mother Naomi needed her. She didn’t have a family any more. Everybody should have a family. They came to Carmel, Indiana together. But it brought her to the toughest part of all. Losing Michael and leaving Monterrey were nowhere as difficult as being the foreigner with the wrong accent and no frijoles or tamales to eat, just burgers and fries. She became desperate. She needed a Redeemer.
After Ruth, we heard Pastor Lola Moore insist that the blood works. God hadn’t called her to ministry because she was qualified, she had discovered. And in fact it had taken her a while to get that. She was now on her second stint in pastoral ministry. The first time around she had written a conscientious resignation letter, convinced that she was not good enough. But now she could testify that God’s purpose in calling us is not to affirm our goodness or talent or quality or integrity. It is to prove that the blood works. The Tide commercials show us the effects of using their detergent. It cleans grass stains, and dirt stains, and bloodstains. And so we are willing to try it. Because it works. God wants people who show the world that the blood of Jesus works. We must give Him that chance.
So we did. Immediately. As NAD Youth Director James Black led his youth leaders to an upper room he called the Garden of Gethsemane, hundreds followed and asked to be ministered to, to be anointed and prayed for, so that God, in their lives, could take complete control, and declare through them to the world, that the blood works.
On Friday evening at JCI4 we laid mighty claims to God’s power.
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