Wednesday, February 11, 2009

"The Heavenly Man" Quotes

"On some occasions I've struggled while speaking in Western churches. There seems to be something missing that leaves me feeling terrible inside. Many meetings are cold and lack the fire and presence of God that we have in China. In the West many Christians have an abundance of possessions, yet they live in a backslidden state."

"If persecution stops, I fear we'll become complacent and fall asleep."

"I can assure the Western church with absolute certainty that you don't need any more church buildings. Church buildings will never bring the revival you seek. The pursuit of more possessions will never being revival. Jesus truly stated, 'A man's life does not consist in the abundance of his possessions.' Luke 12:15

"The first thing needed for revival to return to your churches is the Word of the Lord. God's Word is missing. Sure, there are many preachers and thousands of tapes and videos of Bible teaching, but so little contains the sharp truth of God's Word. It's the truth that will set you free. Not only is knowledge of God's Word missing, but obedience to that Word. There's not much action taking place."

"All genuine revivals of the Lord result in believers responding with action and soul winning."

"They open their fat wallets and search for the smallest amount they can give."

"Just because you have a church building doesn't necessarily mean Jesus is with you."

"Of all the strong churches I have visited in the West I've noticed one thing they all have in common: a strong and sacrificial commitment to missions among unreached nations.....I'm talking about a heart to establish God's kingdom in the most gospel-starved and spiritually dark areas of the world, where nobody has ever heard the name of Jesus."

"If you truly want to see God move, the main things you must do is learn the Word of God and have the obedience to do what God tells you to do."

"Tears always come first before the Lord truly moves."

"In China, the greatest miracles we see are not the healings or other things, but lives tranformed by the gospel. We believe we're not called to follow signs and wonders but instead the signs and wonders follow us when the gospel is preached. We don't keep our eyes on the signs and wonders; we keep our eyes on Jesus."

"We learned a lesson that morning. When we arrive at the end of our own strength it is not defeat, but the start of tapping into God's boundless resources. It is when we are weak that we are strong in God."

"Pride had sprung up in my heart like a choking weed. Instead of obeying God's voice, I reasoned with human logic and based my decisions on my own wisdom."

"I feel so sorry that many Christians live in bondage though Jesus has signed their release forms with his own blood. When you've been set free, you should act like it!"

"If we truly claim to follow Jesus then we must do so without imposing any conditions or self-made plans."

"We're not called to live by human reason. All that matters is obedience to God's Word and his leading in our lives. If God says go, we'll go. If he says stay, we'll stay. When we are in his will, we are in the safest place in the world."

"Many people have said to me, 'Yun, you must really love Jesus.' You need to realize that any love I have in my heart for Jesus is only because of his love for me. 'We love because he first loved us.' 1 John 4:19

- All quotes by Brother Yun

Tuesday, February 10, 2009


We think we know ourselves, but we don't. It is assumed that we know things and know ourselves even more. God says he knows us better than we know ourselves, and we've heard the saying, "Our minds are limited, and we know even less about ourselves." This is so true. Have you ever felt so empty, that this world is so boring and meaningless, but couldn't understand why you were feeling this way? You try to fill it with other things, i.e. eating, shopping, drinking, hanging out with friends, etc. We don't know ourselves and can't even comprehend our feelings, so there has to be a higher God. How can there not be? How can you say that you feel empty and don't know why and also say that there is no God?

There are times when we feel something and we just KNOW that "This is it." When we feel real love, you just know, this is it. You know? God shows and gives us real love. There's a reason why God didn't say, "Okay, buying lots of expensive things will completely fulfill you." With God, it's like "This is where I'm supposed to be." You can't get that feeling anywhere else.


Monday, February 9, 2009

What Life Would Be Like - Big Daddy Weave

I love this song. It's so honest. I can't believe he's just using his voice a guitar. It sounds just like the CD.

I wish I was more of a man
Have you ever felt that way
And if I had to tell you the truth
I'm afraid I'd have to say
That after all I've done and failed to do
I feel like less than I was meant to be
And what if I could fix myself
Maybe then I could get free
I could try to be somebody else
Whose much better off than me
But I need to remember this
That it's when I'm at my weakest
I can clearly see

He made the lame walk
And the dumb talk
He opened blinded eyes to see
That the sun rises on His time
Yet He knows our deepest desperate need
And the world waits
While His heart aches
To realize the dream
I wonder what life would be like
If we let Jesus live through you and me

What if you could see yourself
Through another pair of eyes
What if you could hear the truth
Instead of old familiar lies
And what if you could feel inside
The power of the hand that made the universe
You realize

He made the lame walk
And the dumb talk
He opened blinded eyes to see
That the sun rises on His time
Yet He knows our deepest desperate need
And the world waits
While this heart aches
To realize the dream
I wonder what life would be like
If we let Jesus live through you and me

All our hearts they burn within us
All our lives we've longed for more
So let us lay our lives before the one
Who gave His life for us

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

"Another Day In Paradise" - Big Daddy Weave

(Picture courtesy of Half the Sky Foundation.)

This song reminds me how lucky we are and how we neglect to heed to God's word that "You were naked, and I clothed you" and that if we feed someone less fortunate, we are feeding God himself. This song humbled me.

Another Day in Paradise
She calls out to the man on the street
Sir, can you help me
It's cold and I've nowhere to sleep
Is there somewhere you can tell me

He walks on, doesn't look back
He pretends he can't hear her
Starts to whistle as he crosses the street
Seems embarrassed to be there

Oh think twice, it's another day for
You and me in paradise
Oh think twice, it's just another day for you,
You and me in paradise
... Just think about it

She calls out to the man on the street
He can see she's been crying
She's got blisters on the soles of her feet
Can't walk, but she's trying

Oh think twice, it's another day for
You and me in paradise
Oh think twice, it's just another day for you,
You and me in paradise

Oh Lord, is there nothing more anybody can do
Oh Lord, there must be something you can say

You can tell from the lines on her face
You can see that she's been there
Probably been moved on from every place
Cause she didn't fit in there

Oh think twice, it's another day for
You and me in paradise
Oh think twice, it's just another day for you,
You and me in paradise
You and me in paradise

Think about it
Just think about it
Won't you, won't you please

It's another day, for you and me in paradise
It's just another day for you and me in paradise
It's another day for you and me in paradise
It's just another day for you and me in paradise
In paradise
In paradise
In paradise
In paradise

Trying a New Thing

Okay, this blog has officially become Angela's Blog to God. I find it really hard to sit down and pray for some reason. My heart is willing but the soul is weak...that's why I love the song "When Our Hearts Sing". Lol, jk. I do love that song, though. So, anyway, I'm going to write everything that is on my mind to God. I don't care who reads this. This is actually going to be impossible, because I already gave people links to this page. Hmm, what do I do? I think I'll create another blog. LOL. Forget what I just wrote!

- Angela

Saturday, January 24, 2009

The Vision

So this guy comes up to me and says "what's the vision? What's the big idea?" I open my mouth and words come out like this…
The vision?

The vision is JESUS – obsessively, dangerously, undeniably Jesus.

The vision is an army of young people.

You see bones? I see an army. And they are FREE from materialism.

They laugh at 9-5 little prisons.
They could eat caviar on Monday and crusts on Tuesday.
They wouldn't even notice.
They know the meaning of the Matrix, the way the west was won.
They are mobile like the wind, they belong to the nations. They need no passport.. People write their addresses in pencil and wonder at their strange existence.
They are free yet they are slaves of the hurting and dirty and dying.
What is the vision ?
The vision is holiness that hurts the eyes. It makes children laugh and adults angry. It gave up the game of minimum integrity long ago to reach for the stars. It scorns the good and strains for the best. It is dangerously pure.

Light flickers from every secret motive, every private conversation.
It loves people away from their suicide leaps, their Satan games.
This is an army that will lay down its life for the cause.
A million times a day its soldiers

choose to loose
that they might one day win
the great 'Well done' of faithful sons and daughters.

Such heroes are as radical on Monday morning as Sunday night. They don't need fame from names. Instead they grin quietly upwards and hear the crowds chanting again and again: "COME ON!"

And this is the sound of the underground
The whisper of history in the making
Foundations shaking
Revolutionaries dreaming once again
Mystery is scheming in whispers
Conspiracy is breathing…
This is the sound of the underground

And the army is discipl(in)ed.

Young people who beat their bodies into submission.

Every soldier would take a bullet for his comrade at arms.
The tattoo on their back boasts "for me to live is Christ and to die is gain".

Sacrifice fuels the fire of victory in their upward eyes. Winners. Martyrs. Who can stop them ?
Can hormones hold them back?
Can failure succeed? Can fear scare them or death kill them ?

And the generation prays

like a dying man
with groans beyond talking,
with warrior cries, sulphuric tears and
with great barrow loads of laughter!
Waiting. Watching: 24 – 7 – 365.

Whatever it takes they will give: Breaking the rules. Shaking mediocrity from its cosy little hide. Laying down their rights and their precious little wrongs, laughing at labels, fasting essentials. The advertisers cannot mould them. Hollywood cannot hold them. Peer-pressure is powerless to shake their resolve at late night parties before the cockerel cries.

They are incredibly cool, dangerously attractive


On the outside? They hardly care. They wear clothes like costumes to communicate and celebrate but never to hide.
Would they surrender their image or their popularity?
They would lay down their very lives - swap seats with the man on death row - guilty as hell. A throne for an electric chair.

With blood and sweat and many tears, with sleepless nights and fruitless days,

they pray as if it all depends on God and live as if it all depends on them.

Their DNA chooses JESUS. (He breathes out, they breathe in.)
Their subconscious sings. They had a blood transfusion with Jesus.
Their words make demons scream in shopping centres.
Don't you hear them coming?
Herald the weirdo's! Summon the losers and the freaks. Here come the frightened and forgotten with fire in their eyes. They walk tall and trees applaud, skyscrapers bow, mountains are dwarfed by these children of another dimension. Their prayers summon the hounds of heaven and invoke the ancient dream of Eden.

And this vision will be. It will come to pass; it will come easily; it will come soon.
How do I know? Because this is the longing of creation itself, the groaning of the Spirit, the very dream of God. My tomorrow is his today. My distant hope is his 3D. And my feeble, whispered, faithless prayer invokes a thunderous, resounding, bone-shaking great 'Amen!' from countless angels, from hero's of the faith, from Christ himself. And he is the original dreamer, the ultimate winner.


Lifehouse - Everything (Skit)