Wake Up, Oh Sleeper
“Our pace, the incessant activity, the noise, the interruptions, the deadlines and demands, the daily schedules, and the periodic feelings of failure and futility bombard our beings like the shelling of a beachhead. Our natural tendency is to wave a white flag, shouting, “I give up! I surrender!” This, of course, is the dangerous extreme of being weary-the decision to bail out, to throw in the towel, to give in to discouragement and give up.”
“There is nothing wrong with feeling weary, but there is EVERYTHING wrong with abandoning ship in the midst of the fight.”-Charles Swindoll
Friends, I waved the flag.
I did more than wave the flag in surrender, I heaved it over the side of my storm-tossed boat into the waves of failure, abandonment, fatigue, depression and boredom. I raised my puny fist and cursed the endless night with ugly profanity-laced words. When none but the deafening silence of a seemingly indifferent God and uncaring world responded, I lay down in the frigid waters of disappointment and disillusionment rapidly filling my deck and I slept.
To the world I was normal. They couldn’t see I was merely the walking dead, sans zombie accoutrements. I drank coffee at Starbucks. I encouraged friends. I hugged children. I cooked dinner. I gambled and giggled on a Vegas trip. All, while sleeping on the inside, violins of crap-t.v., the occasional martini and food kept me slumbering on the deck of my spiritual and emotional Titanic.
I slept until the shout of a kid who manages a movie theatre woke me up.
His name is Chris Bernstorf. He’s a spoken word poet. He is a Christian. And he is a light. A light so bright, it woke this girl up.
I sat in the pew ready for some worship time at this new church I have been checking out. I knew the music would be good. I knew I would sing good. I knew it was the ‘right’ thing to be there, as I brought a young friend of mine. I knew it would be good and I would be home just in time to catch my favorite shows on t.v.
Before the worship began, the kids who run the church invited a friend of theirs to share his poetry. This skinny kid in skinnier jeans and a wrinkled shirt stood on the pew and began to talk. He shared how amazed he was that God could use him-a kid who swept popcorn and managed a theatre. Chris asked us to sing “This Little Light of Mine”. He disappeared into the back of the church. As “Let it shine…” faded out, and yes, I sounded good, a roar erupted from the back of the sanctuary. Breaking the fourth wall and the icy glass and depression-fueled stupor around my heart, he shared this:
Chris Bernstorf – Move – 08 Light
I wept. I shook. And, most gloriously, I WOKE UP.
It wasn’t the words, in particular. I, like most Christians, want to be a light. It wasn’t just the well crafted verse (the kid is a genius), I’m a writer and can turn a phrase or two. It was the passion. Chris was passionate because he knew God was passionate about him. This kid’s words were soaked in a powerful passion through which God could shout His demand for us to truly be His light in a dark world.
I heard. I saw the light. Through this kid’s beautiful verse, Jesus said to me, “Awake, O sleeper, and arise from the dead, and Christ shall shine (make day dawn) upon you and give you light.” (Eph. 5:14)
I’m awake now. I’m stretching. I’m praying. I’m reading John Bevere’s, “Relentless”. My muscles are stiff and I stumble about. However, this scripture is real for me. “18 By having the eyes of your heart flooded with light, so that you can know and understand the hope to which He has called you, and how rich is His glorious inheritance in the saints (His set-apart ones).” (Eph. 1:18 AMP)
It ain’t pretty, this boat I’m floating in. Just out of reach, across the bow is that damn white flag. I choose to look sternward. I choose to know and understand the hope to which He has called me.
As I pray more, I pray for you. I pray you would awake, oh beautiful sleeper, to the hope He has for you. I pray you would awake to His light upon your heart.
Wow! That dude’s a neon blue street sign monkey light! Amazing! LOVE this post. Reminds me of Gungor’s song Wake UP!
I’m up too. Turn the music loud and jump on the bed now. It helps wake up the neighbors.
YES LORD JESUS! Praise God!!! Jesus has used my brother Chris Bernstorf to change my life and I have had the honor, pleasure, and privilege to serve the Kingdom with this incredible man of God. It is So encouraging to hear your story of how the Lord used this man to wake you up and set you on fire again. AMEN AMEN AMEN!
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Awesomely powerful freeverse.