The
mens' group at the church I attend had at least one man attend the
“Band of Brothers” boot camp. He in turn began to get others
excited about it. Many of us have decided that they wanted more and
we have chosen to stop playing church and be the church God called us
to be. More, seems to have come through the author John Eldredge.
I
am sharing this with you because the battle for the heart and mind is
common to all of us. A friend of mine who had already been to this
“boot camp” was very excited about the changes he was
experiencing in his own life. I was hooked because something had to
change inside of me and so I signed up immediately. In our meetings
everyone of the men talked about the changes in their lives and
marriages. Many were on the verge of divorce and God has restored
these marriages. Even within the confines of a “church” there are
many wounded.
Just
prior to going to camp I was reading in John Eldredge's book Waking
the Dead, that God will open wounds so that he can heal them. I knew
immediately that I was going to have some big emotional wound ripped
open, and I hoped I prepared for it.
As
I read my bible, or lately one of John's books, I write as I feel
inspired. I suppose some would call that journaling but I have never
thought of myself as being one that journaled. Here is what I wrote
and experienced while at the camp and after.
Although
this is not an exclusive picture our group many of us signed up to go
to the boot camp.
This
was the last day we were there and we all wore the t-shirts we were
given so that later we could take a group picture.
In
a way I did not know what to expect when I got there, but I knew what
I heard and saw, in terms of changes, was something that I wanted and
needed. Let me give you a heads up here. I am not some young,
immature Christian; I have seen, heard and experienced just about
everything, and I use this precept to judge the teachings that I run
into. If you are staying close to scripture and building up the body
of Christ then you have got my attention. Turn yourself into a Jim
Jones or David Koresh and I am walking, and taking anyone that will
listen with me. A full disclosure of what happens at camp was not
coming but again it was the positive changes in men's lives that kept
me focused.
To
be honest, early into the process I received an email talking about
how during free time, there would a golf contest, volleyball, and
swimming in an ice cold pool. I wrote back that I would not be
participating in those events. I had every intention of focusing on
all that I could get out of this short time of rescue. I am
remembering a line from a song that goes a little like this, “you
don't know how desperate I have become.”
I
included this picture to give you an idea of how beautiful and serene
this place is. My hope is that if you need change in your life and do
not mind being treated like a king for brief moments, then I am
hoping that I do not spoil the adventure, for every Hobbit desires a
grand adventure.
Here
is what I wrote:
Friday
4/25
A
couple of days before the boot-camp I read that God would reopen a
wound in order to heal it. I wondered what form that would come in. I
found out.
Friday
mid morning, we were released from hours of teaching, exhortation
and testimonies to a mandatory time of silence. The object of this is
to speak to God internally, hear whatever he had to say back and
write it down. Because of what my friend had told about his
experience I expected that this first quiet time would be something
that would really touch me deeply. That was not the case, and again I
am thinking of a quote that I will botch. In the Chronicles of Narnia
Aslan responded to a question about his actions with another
character. His response was, “I am telling you your story, not
hers.”
My
first thought was, I wanted to be in earshot of the music that played
constantly during waking hours because it seemed evoke a
communication in me, but every where I turned there was somebody
already there. I ended up sitting in the dirt next to a horse pasture
for most of that time. When I finally moved back to a grassy area my
heart began to open up.
That
period of silence ended and I broke for lunch. I decided to sit with
my friend and his group so I sat my books down and laid my jacket
across a chair in close proximity. For some reason I looked back to
see an associate pastor from my church move my stuff and take my
place at the table. You want to talk about opening a wound. This act
is an integral part of one of the biggest wounds I have.
Allow
me to describe some of my wounding:
-
I cannot tell you how old I was, around 10 or 12. We had gone to a
church picnic with a friend of my father's from his youth. I was
playing with that man's son and I think we were playing hide and
seek. Some girl who happened to be in the park and wanted to play
with us decided to ruin our game because we would not let her play in
ours. She left us alone and about 10 minutes later my friend and I
had quit and had gone to the bathroom to clean up. That girls monster
of a brother came into the bathroom and slugged me in the face for
hitting his sister. That girl lied.
My
father's reaction: beat me and lock me in the car. My friend told
them what had happened and I was eventually released from my prison
with no remorse coming from my father.
-
Raised in church my heart was wounded repeatedly. A man who had been
a youth leader (but not over me) eventually, just prior to my being
married, asked the woman I was to marry why she was going to marry
that loser. The lady I eventually married thought I needed to know; I
did not.
-
My number two brother would lie about me and my father would beat me.
-
I was always small in school and got pushed out of the way.
-
Told by my mother that I was never to fight back, stripping me of my
appropriate growth into manhood.
-
Hearing my dad tell my mom that I would be tied to my mom's apron
strings all my life and I had to hear that.
Far
to often I mentally assented to the negative thoughts and they
became a part of who I was. Doing the best I knew how my reaction
was to reject anyone associated with that pain.
Why
would that be important to you? Well, I happen to believe that we
all go through life sustaining wounds and I care enough to try
to prevent you from suffering for a lifetime.
Here
is what happens when you do not address the wounds - Wounded men
generally grow up to be big, angry, short fused men like me. (It
seems to be taking me weeks to edit this and make it something of
significance, and just now I realized another vow or decree that I
have assented to, anger and a short fuse. Father, in the name of
Jesus Christ I break the power of those words that I have agreed to
over my life. I give that part of me over to you and give you the
freedom to heal and restore the damage in me, completely and fully.
Use those wounds to bring life and healing to others.)
Confronted by an
onslaught of painful awareness I wrote:
Father,
what do you want me to do? I cannot change the vile people around me
but you can; the question is how?
How
will you heal this wound in me?
My
reactions have always been to move away to safer places and put
distance between me and those that are not safe...
As
I sat in the afternoon meeting running these things through my mind
I feel like God asked me to identify how that act of pushing my
stuff aside made me feel.
Insignificant
angry
sickened
like
a child
bullied
disregarded
unimportant
abused
and
that I had no say.
I
heard this inside of me. Is a chair that important, there were
others. Why attack me, and yes, I felt attacked.
Betrayed
violated.
How
did this pastor, one of my pastors, make you feel betrayed?
He
is a leader, a role model, and he bullied me.
I
watched as my friend notified him that he moved my stuff, for he
then turned around and looked at me with a stupid smile. That
seemed like a noble move from my friend but 10 minutes later that
same friend is defending the man by saying he did not know it was
me. Should that have made a difference? I do not think so and told
my friend that I would not have moved your stuff.
I
heard God's voice ask me this question,
“Why
is this important?” and then he said:
“These
things have become strongholds in your life and mind, and I want to
heal them. Consider how you were willing to push your friend away. I
am going to make it very clear to you how to deal with these things.
Son, you have a good heart, do not let the trials rob you of that. I
have given you insights into my word and heart that few have ever
seen, not because they are not worthy but because you have pursued
me. You have pursued my heart and I will honor you for that. You are
familiar with my voice and recognize when I am speaking. Because you
have desired a greater anointing I will bring it. (John
7:38) He that believes on me, as the scripture hath said, out
of his belly shall flow rivers of living water.
Keep your eyes set on me for I will soon raise you up. It is
important to keep you head clear, humble and focused on me.”
An
addendum to my list:
I
realized that something was missing, passivity.
The majority of my life has been spent reacting with nothing! When I
finally react it is with an explosive anger. Neither of these traits
are what I want to have defining who I am.
Friday
nights meeting.
The
question was raised in the session, “How do you respond around
people that have money, success, and power through business?”
My
internal response: poorly.
I
have been asking myself why since I heard this.
Saturday
morning:
Walking
over to get coffee God stopped me about halfway along this path and
showed me an image from my childhood. I saw both of my parents and
they were talking negatively about anyone who had any measure of
success, especially an uncle who worked very hard and sacrificed much
to get what he had. I am not sure but I believe that all my
attitudes, fear, and discomfort about success came from those words
and actions that I witnessed.
I
must and will break the power of these vows or curses over my life.
Saturday
08:30
Son-ship.
The restoration of the Father to the son is the most important
mission that we find in the bible. We are those sons. Jesus is
the elder brother.
Slaves – live in
fear.
Orphans – live
independently.
Sons – have
ownership by heritage.
Saturday 10:30
Warfare. You
are in a battle – warfare, and you must resist.
The
battle shows up primarily in these forms:
Distortion
Destruction
Lethargy
Tiredness
Mental anguish
and physical
problems
Be
aware that so much of our battle is internal and emotional. Why?
Satan knows what our weaknesses are and he is going to hit you in the
places that you are weak.
(A condemning voice in my head tells me “you
don't believe that.” Trust me on this, we all have a
commonality, our heads, so I am convinced that you hear it too. I
heard myself respond with, What about Job? Satan presented
himself before God and pointed out Job's failures.) This entire
conversation occurred in my head, or should I say heart.
The
good heart can be taken out of the fight when we believe
the lies of the deceiver.
I
realize that I had not mentioned the good heart aspect as yet. In
reading Wild at Heart and Waking the Dead, by John Eldredge, he
speaks along the lines of the impact of Christ's death and
resurrection and its impact on us. If you have chosen to accept
Christ into your life then you have been made new. That means your
heart is now good. You can waste your time trying to argue with me
but that is essentially what we find in scripture. We religious folk
have been well trained to believe the lie that the heart is wicked
above all things, but that is not the case, and it is a lie of the
devil.
Jesus
said, Luke 6:45 A
good man out of the good treasure of his heart brings forth that
which is good; and
an evil man out of the evil treasure of his heart brings forth that
which is evil: for of the abundance of the heart his mouth speaks.
What
is it that makes a man good? Clearly a good man has a good heart because Jesus said so. You cannot have salt water and
fresh come out the same spring at the same time. So there has to be a
delineation.
2Co
5:17 Therefore if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creature; the old
things passed away; behold, new things have come.
If
I am a new creature, created in Christ Jesus, then my heart is good
regardless of momentary glitches.
The
enemy brings lies, whether they be about relationships, spiritual
life, or interactions. These are merely probing shots until you come
into agreement with the lies and then they become your reality.
Here
it is Friday 5/3/2013 almost a week away from the serenity and safety
of camp, and I am being lazy watching a movie when a commercial comes
on the television for a dating web site. The thought that popped in
my head was, “Why should I bother, I am wounded and
who would want me.” Mere
seconds passed when God spoke to my heart and pointed out how I had
made agreement with that lie for most of my life, but especially over
the last 19 years. In that moment I said out loud, I break
the power of my agreement with the lies of woundedness over my life.
It was a very emotional moment
for me as I moved toward freedom.
John
10:9-10 I am the door: by me if any man enter in, he shall be saved,
and shall go in and out, and find pasture. (10) The thief comes
not, but for to steal, and to kill, and to destroy:
I
am come that they
might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly.
1Jn
5:19 And we know that we are of God,
and the whole world lies
in wickedness.
(If
you have seen the movie The Matrix, that is the theme, the entire
world lying in darkness.)
The
thief comes for one purpose, to kill, steal, and destroy. 24/7
To
kill – that can happen in a multitude of ways. Your life so
disrupted you can be considered effectively dead. The other is
physical death. The result is the same, you are removed out of the
way.
To
steal – To have something taken from you. This is extremely deep
and required more thought than I gave it at the time. Just as I was
typing I thought of women who have had any number of things taken
from them: their virginity, a baby by abortion, and their sanity.
To
destroy – Bombed, blasted, broken, busted, unusable in its current
condition, without being rebuilt.
Father,
show me the agreements I have made over my own life.
Do
not let anyone or anything steal your ticket to heaven.
Still
under the heading of WARFARE.
Continuing
to break the power of agreements against myself. (These are primarily
of my own doing, sort of.) Father, give me a clarity about the
things that I have given the right to restrain me.
I
began to name both people and concepts - words that I given my
strength to.
While
I wrote several things, one that I feel like sharing with you was the
word joy. I had relinquished joy in my life. It is clear to me
why I did it but it was an agreement that robbed me of life.
By
the power in the name of Jesus I am taking back my joy.
Saturday
Evening
The
topic was “The beauty”
The
concept behind this is that a part of our motivation for living is to
rescue the beauty. Perhaps it is true that we all desire to live in
the fairy tale world, or our life in Christ is more like the fairy
tales than we chose to believe.
What
do I mean? Even the fairy tales are based in the moral principles of
God's word.
We
men are not to be looking to women for validation. Validation comes
only from God and our relationship with him.
(I
am adding this for clarity. Look up the word validity and you find
definitions that include: the force to convince; justness; soundness,
and value. I did just that, twice. I am not clear on where I got the
idea that I would gain some advantage over my pains by finding
someone with strengths that I neither saw in myself or my example, my
mother. It seems that those things I saw in her were merely used
against me, as she was wounded too. Looking back, this statement is
true, my value and soundness can only come from God. Some will read
this and scoff, thinking they are self-made men and need no one. In
other words, you are in control. There in the problem lies and the
day will come when you awaken. Pray that it is not to late when you
do, or as you watch another marriage crumble at your feet and you are
completely defenseless to stop it, because you are in control, not
God.)
So
here I am at quiet time again. My
butt hurts so bad from sitting that I am standing as I write. Here is
the thing. There is no woman in my life at this time. Why? I walked
out, sick of fighting for her, and yet here I am wishing she could
see the amazing beauty of this place.
Someone
made a soundtrack and it plays continuously around the main areas of
the grounds. It is from the movie “The Last of the Mohicans”.
This is one of my favorite movies and there is something about this
music that just lifts my soul and causes me to magnify God. It also
happens to be a part of the soundtrack on the ride “Soarin” at
Disney's California Adventure. The ranch is 400 acres and the grounds
are as immaculate as some of the finest golf courses. The sun will be
setting in about an hour and the Oaks and Willows are casting long
shadows. I am surrounded by rolling hills that appear to have been
manicured. Many have a golden hue and there are cows along with their
calves grazing on them.
Sunday
Morning
My
last day here.
Out
of bed by 0600 and walking the distance to the fire pit by 0615.
Several times now God has stopped me here to talk with me. I am going
to miss these walks.
These
walks put me in what seems like the center of the valley. It is the
kind of scene that makes a painter paint. This morning
the north end of the valley had a cloud blanket lying lightly across
it. I found myself asking if heaven was anything like this. Perhaps
the garden was; I do not know the answer to that. Even with all this
beauty there are still the interactions with others, and though we
are establishing that our hearts are good, we are all in the process
of transformation, some just a little slower than the others.
How
my heart screams to be free. I long so much for the life that
Christ promised.
What
did Jesus say? “I have come that they may have life and more
abundantly.
Does
that abundant life have anything to do with money? Some would have
you think so. When you are poor your answer can still be both yes and
no, for the poor can be defeated not believing that money should do
anything more than provide for daily needs and yet may be the
driving force that motivates them to obtain and horde.
Jesus
asked why we worry about tomorrow because he takes care of the birds.
I
looked up the Greek word for abundantly when I got home. It is
perissos and means over and above, or more than necessary. One of the
churches I attended preached this wealth message constantly and the
pastor bragged about the cost of his suits, his golfing trips to
Scotland, and how he and his wife would not eat in the low class
places I frequent. I no longer attend there because I do not believe
that this is what Jesus meant at all. Think about it; when he sent
out the disciples, two by two, what did he tell them? Don't take much
with you at all. The implication: God will provide more than you
need. As people took them for the night they were fed and and given a
place to sleep. In return they healed the sick, preached the good
news of the kingdom of God, and cast out devils, bringing a healing
to wounds.
I am two weeks
away from boot camp and I have been watching my own changes.
No
I am still not dedicated to a daily regimen of prayer time, but I
communicate with God constantly. It is his voice that reminds me when I
make stupid, binding agreements with Satan's vows, and I quickly take
authority over them.
I
am going to give you the good with the bad, because I want you to
understand reality.
My
first day back at work (the next day) started off well. It seemed to
me that I was praying and talking with God for several hours, but
then the stress levels started to rise, as they always do at work and
I heard this negativity going off in my head and then I heard myself
agreeing to it. God stopped me and said, “Dude, what are you
doing?” In tears I repented of that agreement and broke the power
of it over me in Jesus name.
You
need to understand something here. Did my “breaking the power of
it” prevent Satan from ever coming back at me with that garbage
again? Not at all. He operates 24/7 and Revelation calls him the
accuser of the brothers (the church). He is relentless and by the
power of the Holy Ghost I will be too.
The
following Sunday evening I was headed to one of my sisters to be a
part of her little bible study and prayer group. I stopped at a taco
place to grab a quick bite. I cannot stand this particular
establishment. The service is always slow and inattentive, and during
the school week the place is filled with rude high schoolers. Off to
a freaky start I am waiting for them to call my name when some deeply
wounded little man creates a huge scene because his order was wrong.
Although they fixed it he opted to grab a handful of plastic forks
and throw them at the people behind the counter. Out of character for
me I snapped and went after the guy. By this time he is almost ready
to close his car door when I blasted out of the door after him. He
says, “you got something to say!”. To which I responded you bet I
do, now get out of that car and go back in there and apologize you
jerk. (I am cleaning this up for you.) Of course he did not and I did
not think he would. It did not take but a few seconds to realize what
a futile effort this was and I started to turn and walk away. At this
point he says, “you want a fight, you got it!” and starts to get
out of the car. I am six foot four inches tall and weigh 270 pounds,
you really do not need to anger me. I cannot tell you how fast I was
back in his face and how fast he scurried back into the safety of
his car where his daughter has been sitting. More
wasted ugly words and I left.
Was
there much about that scene that said, Wow, Ozzie, you really
changed? Not immediately, but there were some things that were
significant that I noticed right away. All that I did is so
far out of my character you would not have believed it was me.
Truth
time: When I got out of high school I was five foot seven inches and
weighed 137 lbs, and afraid of everything. I think it is safe to say
that the kid that graduated high school, with all his insecurities and
fears has been living in me ever since. Imagine that fearful aspect of me
getting married. I think I hoped that marriage would be the thing
that allowed that kid to grow up, in many ways. Two years out of high
school I grew. I was still skinny but I began to toughen and I climbed
poles for the phone company. I became like rawhide on the inside and
would not take anything off of anyone anymore. What changed? The
outside of me. The anger was still there, for I was deeply wounded,
but all I was going to show you was fury.
I
have tried to bury that anger and fury in religion but the wounds
have always been there. I am now 59 years old and busted up. The fury
is pointless anymore and allowing it to control my life merely drives
people away, and I am painfully aware of how lonely life can be
without friends. Hence, going to boot camp was to me like Alcoholics
Anonymous, where you take an honest assessment of a life, that you
have been trying to live for yourself, and give it over to God,
because you cannot do this at all, or alone.
I
made it to my sisters that night and told them what I did. Not so
much as a confession to them but to God.
If
you do not stay open and honest then you become trapped in the lies
and deception of the enemy, and he will rob you of any heart that you
thought you had. Your world will collapse around you and you will
lie in bed sobbing, wondering why did this happen and how can it be
fixed.
It
happened because you gave up your armor and stopped being a warrior.
This has nothing to do with how physical you can be. Jerks that slap their
wives or girlfriends around physically or verbally are nothing more
than severely injured children buried inside of the body of a fat ass
that refuses to look outside of himself.
The
only way to regain that armor and rearm yourself is to repent of
taking control of your life and give it back to God. You only messed
it up anyway. Begin to seek his guidance in identifying the wounds
and asking him to heal them. And above all do not do this alone.
You are in battle; a battle for your heart and your soul, and no
military training in the world will teach you to operate alone. You
have to operate as though you are on a fire team with others holding
back the enemy with suppressive fire as a medic tends to your wounds.
No man gets left behind in this battle if I can help it. We desperately need
others to cover our backs.
It
was not until the next morning after the taco incident that my head
got clear enough for God to get through.
Here
is what he said, “You reacted quickly! Admirable but foolish and
misdirected.” (I understood immediately what he was telling me.) “I
do not want you to think of yourself as a warrior so much as a
para-rescuer. Those men have the ability to kill and yet their
purpose and directive is primarily to find, rescue, and restore, and
that is exactly what I want you to do. I have far to many men like
you out there that have been taken captive and are suffering from severe
wounds to lose you to a foolish act of aggression. I want you to pray
for that man and I will move the heavens to rescue him. Pray that
someone he will listen to comes into his path and it will be done. I
want you to respond with that kind of speed to the wounded. Did you
notice the lack of fear in you as you move forward and dealt with
that man?” I answered, yes sir, I did, and I do not understand what
or why that happened, for that too has been an draw back with me for
my entire life. God said, “You asked me to remove the fear and I
have.” I was in tears, just as I am now, when he
said these things to me.
The
following Saturday we Band of Brothers had a mini-reunion. It was
awesome. As I stood with a group of guys one begins to speak about
his brother, a Christian that is torn up and struggling. I stopped
everyone, at the Holy Spirit's prompting and asked the man his name.
I then stuck out my hand toward him and he took it. I ordered the
others to place theirs on top of ours and we prayed change and
healing over this broken brother. I told them, if we are to call
ourselves warriors then this is how we do it. I have no doubt that
the Holy Spirit of God was talking deeply to men's hearts that day. I
reiterated this once more to another group of men, and you can tell
when you have their attention, and God did.
One
other thing happened that I will share and then I am out of here for
now.
Thursday
5/09/13. A man I work with came up to and said hi. That seems kinda
low key, but we have had a few conversations, mostly about three
years ago, in which he claimed to be a Christian also. We have not
talked much since beyond merely saying hi in passing. I was surprised
and asked why he stopped to talk with me. (Merely talking on the
sales floor is not the best idea as they like you working.) He said,
“I just wanted to say hi and see how it was going with you.” I
told him that would consider this a God appointment and said,
actually it is going fantastic for me. I told him about the camp and
how I had chosen to give God control of my life once again. I told
him about this process of healing that I am going through and how
much God is changing me. As I talked he kept wiping tears from his
eyes. He is deeply wounded and it is clear to me that God brought him
there to me, because God had prepared my heart and I had made myself
available for God to use.
I
do not know what tomorrow holds but I know it is filled with
excitement and I have never felt so alive. Jesus said, out of your belly
will flow rivers of living water. I could never quite get a handle on
that, and still can't but I long for the river. I also know that the
disciples were baptized with the Holy Ghost and fire, and I long for
the fire. If it's listening to God and doing the things he commanded:
heal the sick, raise the dead, make the lame walk, and preach that
there is a good news to this kingdom of God, then I want it.
Bring
the fire Lord.
Turn
your life over to Jesus Christ, God, and allow him to change you and
heal you.