War Cries

Goodness.
Cicuit Riders.
Dude.
Well, yesterday was awesome possum.
We cut shame off our lives. And we let out crazy war cries, because we were declaring war on the souls of the lost. I know it sounds strange to some of you, but it's true. There's a war on our our souls, and although we know the outcome and the victory and the reward of the world all goes to God in the end, we're fighting battles for souls so God's inevitable victory is even more powerful.
So we marched, we sang vicotry songs, and we cried crazy intense war cries.
God is so good.
And today was outreach. We did street evangelism.
Ummm, yeah, it was the first time I've ever just straight-up asked random strangers if they know Jesus.
First, I want to tell you guys that I am STILL SICK.
This morning, I felt like pooh. I wanted so badly to burn for the lost and get pumped to share His love with them. But I had trouble even functioning normally.
Our entire crew prayed over me and the yucky mucus left my nose immediately.
IMMEDIATELY.
GUYS, DO YOU GET THAT??? GOD TOTALLY HEALED ME OF MY GROSSNESS SO I COULD SHARE HIS GOOD NEWS.
God is good. All the time.
So Elisa and I hit the streets. Man, I was that crazy Jesus freak asking people if they "knew Jesus." And let me tell you, it was the craziest experience of my life.
Note to all:
Elisa and I did not save one person.
Not one.
We were flat-out rejected by every single person we spoke to.
As soon as they heard the word "Jesus", people got so crazy offended and some would literally turn and run away. SOme threw their hands in the air and said "I want nothing to do with this." Others broke my heart, saying "I'm not interested in Jesus" or "I don't need Jesus." I could just see Him crying saying "Take the AMAZING gift of life I have offered you! I layed down my VERY LIFE so you could live and experience my one true love!" And people rejected Him.
Note:
YOU DO NEED JESUS.
I'm gonna be bold right now, I haven't been bold enough on here because I've been afraid of hurting or offending people, but I want to tell you right now that you NEED Jesus. It's a fact - whether or not you choose to accept it is your choice, and He gave us that choice because of His INFINITE love for us, but one day, you Will stand before the King of Kings and you will tell Him the choice you made in this life, and I am sharing that with you now because I don't want to stand in front of Him, guilty of not giving you the news that He is the only Way, the Truth, and the Light.
Yep.
Did you know I told one woman that I felt God wanted me to encourage told me that seh was "Perfectly happy and didn't need encouragement" and stomped away angrily?
Sorry lady, you didn't seem too happy to me.
There was one Maori woman Elisa stopped on the sidewalk. She ask her if she knew Jesus. The woman hurridly replied "Yes" and so I asked her if she had a relationship with Christ - if she prayed with Him, read the Bible, was part of a Christian community, etc. She sighed and said "Yeah, i pray sometimes..." and I was all like "That's great! Can we encourage you today with some more prayer?" She quickly informed me that she needed to catch her bus, but after being rejected before, God gave me the determination not to let her get away. So I said "We can totally walk with you to your bus!" Say Elisa and I both began to pray for her as she walked to her bus.
Then she stopped walking.
And we finished praying.
And she looked at us.
And I knew God had done something.
I wish we hadn't let her go after we prayed for her.
But we'll continue to pray for her, along for the countless others who got away.
Seeds, right?
Anywho, I'm sick again. Funny how I got sick again right after outreach ended. But I did have anice, relaxing sushi dinner with Hannah and a walk on the beach.
But yeah, it's crazy how God healed me just long enough to further His kingdom.
In my weakness, He is made stronger.

It's biddy-bye time.
I'm not sorry if I offended you today.
At least you felt something, right?
Love you!
But really, I do love you.
Storge love. Agape love.
Look it up.

Peace out girl scout.