Swept Out With The Current Part 5 of Living in a Hut
The Palace buzzed with excitement as it prepared to host a gathering, one of its many gatherings that drew people from far and wide. Since their very reputation preceded them, the Palace knew to expect people coming from all parts of the world. They were a force to be reckoned with in Christianity. Rising to the heights of notoriety, they accepted their position among their peers with gladness. The Palace continually seemed to be gaining in momentum day by day. More conferences, more books, more exposure – more, more, and more. Like a snowball going downhill, there was no stopping them.
Yet from the woman’s perspective, they were a shadow that blocked the sun from shining into her miserable hut. The Palace proved to be an intimidating force right in her backyard. Everywhere she went people asked her similar questions.
“Have you been to the Palace? You live so close.”
“Have you read the latest book from the Palace?”
“Did you visit the Church on the Street? They are associated with the Palace.”
“I am going to the latest gathering at the Palace. Will I see you there?”
These questions frustrated her on every level. It seemed that there was no place in Christianity, at least in her country, for any way to break free or break out of the Palace formed template. As she traveled out at times into other nations, it also seemed that she was continually confronted with some form or fashion of Palace influence. There seemed to be an underlying current of thought that the Palace was THE place to be and to go. They were establishing templates in Christianity that many people wanted to fit into rather than venture out in their God given creativity and BE who God called them to be. It seemed easier, she often concluded, to be associated with what was cutting edge and going on, rather than to venture out on your own.
As she gave this careful consideration each day, she realized that she did not actually dislike the Palace. She believed that each and every one of us should freely be able to walk in our God-given destiny. But in her case, she felt that she was drowning in the shadow of the Palace. Just to BE who God called her to BE and to SEE their gaining influence often proved too much for her to handle as she consistently was comparing her life to the glimmering brilliance of the palace. She always, always fell short – at least in her eyes.
There was a growing frustration in her of being trapped. Trapped in what, you say? Trapped in a template that was formed for her by another ministry or movement rather than BE who God created her to BE. Creativity was her passion. Creativity allows people to stretch past the created templates of current Christian popularity and to go into another direction, a path laid out by Holy Spirit. Yet, when she tried to do this, many around her seemed to ignore her in her endeavors because they seemed to desire to be hooked into Palace ministries that were formed and fashioned in greater ways.
Nothing she tried, even though led by Holy Spirit, seemed to work. Nothing at all. And that is not an exaggeration. It is reality. How to deal with reality? One can only keep walking day by day and that is what the woman determined to do. Just keep walking, day by day by day. She held a vision deep inside of her, yet she was unknown. She moved creativity, yet people did not or could not see it. She tried all she knew to try and each endeavor left her with no apparent success. So that is what brought her to this very day as she sat looking out her window at the Palace from the confines of her mundane hut.
Sitting in her hut, she saw some vivid pictures in her mind that came from her prophetic imagination. It seemed that the Palace was like a grand ocean and she was standing on the shore deciding what to do. Go in or stand on the shore? As much as she did not like to admit it, in this prophetic picture playing in her mind, she ventured into the water. But rather than stand in a place created by God especially for her, she noticed that once in the water, the force of the current kept moving her farther and farther out to sea, away from her vision and purpose. Caught up in the flow, she had to do nothing but release herself to the flow and be taken where the current wanted her to go. Suddenly she jumped. The vision was so clear. The vision was so real. If she went, what would happen to her? She looked one more time around her hut. The simplicity of it all – no flare, no fashion, and no glimmer. Then she looked outside at the Palace – the gleaming light, the brilliance and the beauty.
And that day, something more died within her.