So, as many of you know, this is the woman whom I have recently fallen into the deepest respect for spiritually. I have fallen for her heart with all of mine in only ways God could create.
She is the co-founder of Iris Ministries, an orphan ministry that has sought out and saved over 10,000 orphans in Mozambique alone. Drop in some several thousand other churches Iris is responsible for planting, hear how they are all still loving strong to this day throughout the Africa nation…not to mention an Iris prsence in the thousands in Brazil, Israel, India, etc…and you have God clamoring nice and loud in all His glory in only the way He can. I adore this woman.
She´s kind of kookie. She´s incredibly Lovely. She can´t speak about God without letting escape the constant utterings of the Spirit…shouts of “Rrrreba,” “Rrrraba,” “Shamba” and the neck jerking “Whoa” sneak out of her like giggles from a little one. People are undoubtedly caught off and put off by her supernatural sense of things, but I am learning to Love it! She lets things fly like, “I wanna smell like Jesus.”
And I ask…why the heck not!? God is a supernatural God, is He not. So, as I´ve had to learn and still am growing into, I am embarking upon learning from this woman about our supernatural God.
She, aIong with a Irish Pastor God put in my life a few months ago, have caused me to ask some new questions. I wonder often about our (my) conservative walls. Where our healthy religion ends and our straight-jacket spirituality begins? I know a main motivation behind the conservative construction of my walls was to keep a watchful eye out for things like heresy, and compromise. But at some point, those high walls kept and keep my supernatural, freaky sounding, radical Savior Jesus outside as well.
I´ve heard some churches and pastors call religion, “The ride Jesus rolls up in.”
Last I checked, my Jesus rode a donkey, where He probably dragged his feet along the ground atop the might steed of choice…and He rode clouds from Heaven, with legions of Angels at his back while rockin´a tat. That´s what Jesus rode, and that is how Jesus rolls.
Religion, if pursued as an end in and of itself, to me has only ever had the intimacy and promise of masturbation…feels good at the time, but doesn´t actually give life to anything.
That said, I love this woman, and I pray many many more sons and daughters of our Father get to meet her and serve in her vision, and hopefully meet with God in giggling, freaky ways that forever change us.