12 AM, Feb. 24

A recap on the last two nights of tent meetings in Crescent City, CA.

Last night:
We did a pretty standard worship set, not too much crazy stuff but edgy nonetheless. I really felt like we were trying too hard. A guy and his two daughters showed up for worship last night and they were really into movement and dance, which helped things a whole lot from my perspective. Turns out that the people were rocked out of their skin by the worship anyway! People were getting saved while the worship was going on too, fancy that...

Papa & Mama tag team preached on the Father’s Love and the cycles of pain and healing. It was good stuff.

I was standing around up front like I usually do when this guy comes hoofing it up to me. He’s homeless and looked really freaked out. “Man, how do I get saved?” Says he. “I’ve never heard all this stuff before, but I sure as heck need it!” So being Mr. Precise like I usually am I proceed to give him the Roman road and the entire idea of salvation. “Whoa, whoa dude! Man, I just want Jesus in my life, I’ll come back tomorrow and talk about that stuff.” Oops. After we prayed I laid my hands on him and began to pray in the Spirit. We had a little inner healing deliverance session right then and there. When he opened his eyes he even looked different!

This neighborhood we’re in is crazy. Everyone that I’ve talked to that’s done or is still doing drugs here says this is a main supply for the area. Almost every other house is affected in some form or other by narcotics. It’s bad. But not for long! People are already talking about what they’re going to do with the abandoned drug houses.

The church where the tent is (Baptist, of all things!) has a history of racism. If a first Nations or other racially diverse person tried to come in the church they were immediately told that they weren’t welcome. The new pastors have thrown wide the doors and cleaned house now, and good progress is being made. They are very open to whatever God wants to do in their community.

This afternoon we had a Practicing the Presence time where we just played whatever we wanted and concentrated on the Father. We slipped into some Middle Eastern grooves with the Mandolin and then into some Jazz / Bebop intercession after that. Talk about fun. Some of it accidentally got recorded!

Tonight I felt led to play the song “Warriors” by Russ Rosen. This song has a heavy native drum beat and is filled with phrases of hope and courage. The First Nations people in the audience were ecstatic! This one lady started singing spontaneously in her native scale and tongue during the song, so cool! We as a family also stood in the gap and repented on behalf of the Europeans who massacred a lot of Indians in times past around this area. It was a small start to something much larger and more powerful.

Tonight our friend Pastor Scott preached on Love and Repentance. It was excellent.

So much more to tell, I could be here all night! Until next time…