TIME FOR THE EAGLES TO LEAVE THE TURKEY YARD

It is clear.  As madness spreads—and the church wrings its hands—it is time for the eagles to leave the turkey yard.  You know who you are.  There’s a fire inside you can’t put out.  You are ruined for church incorporated.
For too long, you’ve been told to be a good little birdie.  “Don’t ruffle any feathers.”  You can’t stomach the stale kernels they toss at you.  You must have fresh meat.  All around you, the turkeys peck at the ground.  All you can see is the clouds and skies where you belong.
Your home is in the glory.  Your place is alongside the heroes of faith that changed the course of nations.  Survival teaching sickens you.  The idea that tepid happiness is the goal enrages you.
You made the mistake of looking at old YouTube videos.  You saw Oral Roberts.  You saw Kathryn Kuhlman.  You saw Smith Wigglesworth.  You jumped up and screamed “where are the miracles today!?”
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You made the mistake of putting on old preaching tapes.  You heard men and women preaching fire!  They didn’t do monologues.  They pulled the pin out of Bible verses, and flung them to explode on the souls of their audience.  You heard people sobbing at altars.  You heard them linger until something real and lasting transformed them.
Then something really painful happened to you…you looked at your generation. You saw the national cancer of wickedness.  You saw the insane brain washing.  You saw the limp-wristed tactics of the church.
You became like David staring at the paralyzed army of Israel before Goliath.  WHY DOESN’T SOMEBODY DO SOMETHING!  It is too late for you.  The die is cast.  You’ve gone too far.  You know too much.  You better leave before you hurt someone.
“They that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength, they shall mount up with wings as eagles.”  Prayer is your escape from the prison yard of compromise and mediocrity. We’re not talking about the gobble-gobble prayers you heard in the yard—we’re talking about falling before God till you come forth as pure gold.
What are we talking about?  Prayer that heaven can’t resist and hell can’t stand.  Prayer that breaks the grip of ancient strongholds of demons.  Prayer that makes students begin to weep on campus and not know why.  Prayer that fills one with the Holy Spirit—removes fear, and installs unshakable courage to tell a generation the real Gospel—the mighty Gospel—the unapologetic, undeniable, unstoppable power of God.

Eagles dare while turkeys stare.  Eagles come out of prayer fully convinced of their destiny and goal.  Let mistaken millennials protest against the AR-15.  You take hold of John 17:15 “My prayer is not that you take them out of the world but that you protect them from the evil one.”  That is your battle cry!  You don’t want out.  You know He will keep you from the evil one! You are ready to soar into any nest of evil and destroy the works of the devil.
Where eagles gather power is present.  Where eagles gather deep purposes are revealed.  Where eagles gather there’s no self-pity, no encounter session, and no hiding.  They are equipped, they are ignited, they are fitted for war.
Eagles must have a challenge.  They yearn for a cause that will summon up all of their strength, talent and time.  The want something that they can easily imagine doing the rest of their life.  It’s time for you to fly out of the turkey yard and never look back.

YOU’VE LOST ME

“You’ve lost me.”  That’s the despairing voice of millions of our children. “I don’t get your anger.  I don’t get what you are trying to tell me.  I can’t understand the things you say are important—you’ve lost me.”  What will become of them?  What nameless horror awaits them in the future?  They know that are not valued.  They know they don’t really matter to America anymore.

They are trying to tell us, “You’ve lost me because you do not care about me.”  Tragically, the majority of people who are in their lives, on any given day, do not care about them.   In fact, these activists do not care about anybody’s children—not even their own.

The left really doesn’t even want children.  Seattle and San Francisco have more dogs than children.

In all the noise “progressive” education is making about sex education, diversity and human rights one thing is painfully clear: none of it is about the child.  The noise is for a minuscule number of grown ups–not the children–that liberals see as oppressed.  For Social Justice Warriors there is no tomorrow.

In a telling moment on Fox News Tucker Carlson asked Bruce/Kaitlin Jenner the reason for his/her activism.   The answer was illuminating: “so the next generation will be tolerant of those like me.”  It’s not about what children are going through—it’s not about building a future for them…no, it’s about the cause—the forced transformation of how children should think.  It’s about bulldozing over our current values, no matter what the cost or who it hurts.

Teachers unions make sure the damage begins early.   Most grammar school classrooms are echo chambers of indoctrination.  Your little girl is shamed for not accepting her duty to bring down the patriarchal system.  Your little boy is shamed for, well, being a boy.  Your child is taught to hate America and everything it stands for.

Of course, these lefties have no solutions.   They only have grievances.  They know what they want to tear down.  Then there are the universities.

The welfare of the next generation also means nothing to modern universities where, inflammatory rhetoric trumps reading, writing and math.   Campuses are churning out automatons who can’t think logically, defend their rage, or read their own diplomas.

Look closely into the eyes of protesting students—especially the younger ones.  You will see half-baked convictions.  You will see hysterical behavior from an unsure devotee.  They don’t know if it’s right but they do it anyway out a dysfunctional need for the approval of pseudo-intellectual tyrants.  They want academic approval—chanting and screaming, then like battered children, they’ll glance over at the abusive parent and ask, “is this what you want me to do?!”

And what these professorial bullies want them to do is believe something utterly stupid: i.e. “Your words are like physical violence to me, so I must use violence to silence you.”  Many student protesters can’t explain their protest—heck, they can’t even spell it.  Check out a few of their protest signs!

That brings me to my most important question:  How will they be able to feed themselves with this bogus education?  How will they survive?  Most importantly how will they value freedom enough to protect it?

They are urged to explore their urges—to operate on free-floating anger.  But they cannot persevere.  They possess no marketable skill—nor the will to gain such skills.

Why on earth are we giving these villains destroying our children quarter.  Here’s something all sane people laugh at:  federal funding for institutions who want to overthrow the federal government.  Liberal education is turning into the crime of the century.  They have disgraced themselves.

“You’ve lost me.”  That phrase should awaken a fire in your soul.  Begin with your own child!  Hold them like you never held them before.  Give them the weapons to defeat destructive emotions and dastardly ideas.  Remember how we made fun of home-schoolers…not so much now huh?

I once sat at a round table discussion with other media ministries.  They were talking about future vision and what their ministries would look like in 5 years.  There were a lot of lofty projects in the works.

When it came my turn—they were not prepared for my answer.  I told them I was re-calibrating everything to go after the young.  I told them I was in the throes of fresh surrender to the Holy Spirit.  I told them that we hear the cry of a tortured generation.

I told them the young need meetings where supernatural power gives them proof of Christ.  They need events where the preaching fills them with direction—where God puts the Holy Ghost on them to make them mighty souls the gates of hell cannot defeat.  We need to do way, way more but this is a start.

We have only just begun to fight for them.  I hope you’ll join me in this fight.  At least I hope you will answer the call of God.

One thing I know beyond all knowing—when this generation of children says to me “you’ve lost me,” I will roar back—there is no way we will ever lose you!