A GREAT MAN OF GOD HAS GONE TO HEAVEN

 

A GREAT MAN OF GOD HAS GONE TO HEAVEN

By Mario Murillo

I have just experienced a devastating personal loss.  I have been crying a lot and I am in mourning.  I am overcome with a towering sense of sadness.

Some have tried to tell me that I shouldn’t feel loss.  It has become politically incorrect to mourn the loss of loved ones.  Recently, a famous preacher said this at a funeral, “If you really have faith, you will not feel any sadness at all.”

However, Acts 8:2 says, “And devout men carried Stephen to his burial, and made great lamentation over him.”  That is what devout men do.  They grieve over loss.

Jesus mourned at Lazarus’ grave. “And He said, ‘Where have you laid him?’ They said to Him, ‘Lord, come and see.’ Jesus wept.  Then the Jews said, ‘See how He loved him!’”-John 11:34-36.

These verses overflow with meaning for those who lose loved ones.  Here was the creator of faith, weeping.  How can it be unbelief if Jesus mourned?

Moreover, He was about to raise Lazarus from the dead, so why weep?   The Jews who were watching understood why.  He wept because He loved Lazarus.  That is why I am weeping. I loved my friend Dusty Kemp.

You never heard of Dusty Kemp?  Well then, I am about to enrich your life.  Dusty abruptly went to heaven on Sunday night, December 11th.  A week before that, I stood in his pulpit and called him the best kept secret in America.  It is high time for that secret to get out.

When he taught the Bible, it came alive.  He parked his soul in the Gospels and never ceased to amaze the seeker and satisfy the hungry.  You always got light and a fresh angle to the Word of God.

dusty-and-mary-shot-copy

Repeatedly, the question crashed in my soul, “How could such a mighty man die?”  The Holy Spirit took me to these verses: 2 Kings 13:14, “Elisha had become sick with the illness of which he would die.”  Verse 21: “So it was, as they were burying a man, that suddenly they spied a band of raiders; and they put the man in the tomb of Elisha; and when the man was let down and touched the bones of Elisha, he revived and stood on his feet.”

What can kill a man whose bones raise the dead?  The answer is a broken heart.  Elisha was banned from prophesying for almost 40 years.  The counsel of God that burned within him used him up because it was rejected.

Dusty preached against the grain in a religious culture that valued size and fame.  He did it to his own hurt.  It shortened his life.

Dusty was a contradiction that increased his pain.  He loved people and didn’t want to lose anyone.  He also loved truth. At great personal cost, he would do what was right. 

He would constantly analyze things to death to be sure he was doing the right thing. This also shortened his life.  It was a constant source of frustration to me. I begged him more times than I can count  to stop doing this.

He was not a professional pastor.  He winged it with a singular desperation to do what he believed was right.

He sacrificed himself in his humor.  He could laugh at himself better than anyone I ever knew.

He tried to seem tough, but he was the quintessential softie.  Here is the last text we shared: Me- “I am in your office barking orders so your staff feels at home.”  Dusty-“Awesome! Thank you. Fire someone.”  You see, there it is…he is talking big about something he could never do without great inner anguish.

He was hard on himself but forgiving to others.  If there was a question about who was right, he would find a way to take the blame.

Did Dusty Kemp accomplish a lot with his life?  He would say no.  But he accomplished more that we could ever imagine.  You may not see it at first because our mega-church values only reward those who build empires.

dusty-shotHere’s the thing: the goal is not to engrave your name on monuments, grand buildings or sprawling campuses.  You are supposed to engrave your name on the hearts of people.  A man of God’s legacy is in the souls who were transformed, the minds that reverberate with your teachings and the stories people share about you.  By this measure my friend Dusty was a spectacular success.

That is why New Life Church will continue to thrive.  Mary Kemp will be graced with special power.  The church’s wonderful ministries will continue to excel.  I can’t wait to be a part of it.

Dusty Kemp was not just my friend.  He was a great man, a wonderful intellect, a great soul of matchless courage, one of the great men of the earth—and yet we have no right to bow down to his memory simply because he was great. Great orators, great soldiers and great lawyers often use their gifts for selfish reasons. We pay a tribute of love and respect to Dusty Kemp because he used his matchless power for the good of man and for the Glory of Christ.

I have just experienced a devastating personal loss

I have just experienced a devastating personal loss.  I have been crying a lot and I am in mourning.  I am overcome with a towering sense of sadness.

Some have tried to tell me that I shouldn’t feel loss.  It has become politically incorrect in the church to mourn the loss of loved ones.  Recently, a famous preacher said this at a funeral: “if you really have faith, you will not feel any sadness at all.”

However, Acts 8: 2 says, “And devout men carried Stephen to his burial, and made great lamentation over him.”  That is what devout men do…they grieve over loss.

Jesus mourned at Lazarus’ grave: “And He said, ‘Where have you laid him?’ They said to Him, ‘Lord, come and see.’ Jesus wept.  Then the Jews said, “See how He loved him!”-John 11:34-36.

These verses overflow with meaning for those who lose loved ones.  Here was the creator of faith weeping.  How can it be unbelief if Jesus mourned?

Moreover, He was about to raise Lazarus from the dead so why weep?   The Jews who were watching understood why.  He wept because He loved Lazarus.  That is why I am weeping…I loved my friend Dusty Kemp.

You never heard of Dusty Kemp?  Well then, I am about to enrich your life.  Dusty abruptly went to heaven on Sunday night December 11th. A week before that, I stood in his pulpit and called him the best kept secret in America.  It is high time for that secret to get out.

dusty-and-mary-shot-copy

When he taught the Bible, it came alive.  He parked his soul in the Gospels and never ceased to amaze the seeker and satisfy the hungry.  You always got light and a fresh angle to the Word of God.

Repeatedly, the question crashed in my soul: How could such a mighty man die?  The Holy Spirit took me to these verses: 2 Kings 13: 14 “Elisha had become sick with the illness of which he would die.”  Verse 21: “So it was, as they were burying a man, that suddenly they spied a band of raiders; and they put the man in the tomb of Elisha; and when the man was let down and touched the bones of Elisha, he revived and stood on his feet.”

What can kill a man whose bones raise the dead die?  The answer is a broken heart.  Elisha was banned from prophesying for almost 40 years.  The counsel of God that burned within him used him up because it was rejected.

Dusty preached against the grain in a religious culture that valued size and fame.  He did it to his own hurt.  It shortened his life.

Dusty was a contradiction that increased his pain.  He loved people and didn’t want to lose anyone.  He also loved truth. At great personal cost, he would do what was right.

He would constantly analyze things to death to be sure he was doing the right thing. This also shortened his life.  I was a constant source of frustration to me. I begged him more times than I can count  to stop doing this.

He was not a professional pastor.  He winged it with a singular desperation to do what he believed was right.

He sacrificed himself in his humor.  He could laugh at himself better than anyone I ever knew.

He tried to seem tough but he was the quintessential softie.  Here is the last text we shared: Me: “I am in your office barking orders so your staff feels at home.”  Dusty: “Awesome! Thank you. Fire someone.”  You see there it is…he is talking big about something he could never do without great inner anguish.

He was hard on himself but forgiving to others.  If there was a question about who was right he would find a way to take the blame.

Did Dusty Kemp accomplish a lot with his life?  He would say no.   But he accomplished more that we could ever imagine.  You may not see it at first because our mega church values only reward those who build empires.

dusty-shot

Here’s the thing…the goal is not to engrave your name on monuments, grand buildings or sprawling campuses.  You are supposed to engrave your name on the hearts of people.   A man of God’s legacy is in the souls who were transformed, the minds that reverberate with your teachings and the stories that people share about you.  By this measure my friend Dusty was a spectacular success.  Untold numbers of people all over creation carry his legacy.

That is why New Life Church will continue to thrive.  Mary Kemp will be graced with special power.  The church’s wonderful ministries will continue to excel.  I can’t wait to be a part of it.

Dusty Kemp was not just my friend he was a great man, a wonderful intellect, a great soul of matchless courage, one of the great men of the earth—and yet we have no right to bow down to his memory simply because he was great. Great orators, great soldiers, great lawyers, often use their gifts for selfish reasons. We should pay a tribute of love and respect to Dusty Kemp because he used his matchless power for the good of man and for the Glory of Christ.

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IT HAPPENED IN HOUSTON

Los Angeles city skyline in the evening, Los Agneles, California.

Luke 1:1-4 says, “Inasmuch as many have taken in hand to set in order a narrative of those things which have been fulfilled among us,  2 just as those who from the beginning were eyewitnesses and ministers of the word delivered them to us, 3 it seemed good to me also, having had perfect understanding of all things from the very first, to write to you an orderly account, most excellent Theophilus, 4 that you may know the certainty of those things in which you were instructed.”

There is no way that I would put this last weekend in Houston on an equal par with the first 4 verses of Luke.  On the other hand, I can relate to Luke in the sense that something beautiful, monumental and long range happened right before my eyes in Houston and an orderly record must be written.

My great challenge is to do it justice.  You are bombarded by reports and in all honesty, I do not want the unique power of what happened in Houston to be lost on you because of my faulty communication.

In a nutshell, this weekend was God saying, “The times you live in are dark, intense, draining and vicious.   Let me give you an encounter that will more than match the devastation of your time.”

Sunday night the presence of God fell and blanketed us.  I had a full sermon prepared but God Himself decided to preach an illustrated sermon.   His anointing rose up in me with such force that I could hear my own voice off in the distance as if I was speaking to myself from the end of a tunnel.  He took over, granting such details of individual lives that it should have terrified me.  He sent His word and healed them!  I was a mere bystander.

In one instance, God revealed to man that his throat was being consumed by acid from his stomach and that he feared he had heart disease because of the pain in his chest.  Next, the Holy Spirit said to me, an unworthy servant, “have that man pray for the woman in front of him and he will be healed.” Just as he began praying for her, I could hear my voice rattling off the number of years she suffered and where she suffered and what the medicines were that she had to take and what the damage was from all of her treatments.

That man felt power rage through his hand as he prayed for her.  Jesus wiped out her diseases!  In another instance, God struck me and I charged to the back of the hall and yelled “asthma!” I found myself pointing at a family.  The family was stunned because all of them had asthma!  Again, words rolled out of this vessel of clay that painted a picture of their neighborhood near a petrochemical plant and how God was healing them.  In unison, they received a miracle!  This was a moment I will never forget.

That night ended up seeing scores of miracles equal and greater than the ones I just described.  This pattern of glaring detail was repeated over and over again and is shared with you out of fear and with grave insistence that Christ receive all glory!

The second night was even more intense.  Jesus dramatically healed scores of people.  But that was only the beginning.  After I preached about Hezekiah restoring the Passover in Judah, I looked at Pastor Dusty Kemp and the anointing for prophecy enveloped me.  God began to speak a word of healing, destiny and breakthrough such as I have never given in my life.

Not one soul in that building could have denied the concussion of glory that accompanied that word from God.  This pastor was being unleashed on the powers of darkness on Houston.  This family of believers at New Life Church was like jewelry that was being melted down to be recreated as an entirely new jewel and weapon.  They were once a congregation, but now they are reappearing as an army fitted for the saving of a nation!

The most wonderful of the wonderfulness is the harvest of hundreds of souls that came forward and repented in these three services.  Some many priceless things happened but none more glorious that the hordes of young people who surrendered to Christ!