Faith infused with imagination is essential to my life in Christ. How do I engage with Scripture in a deeper way? Faith and Imagination.
I remember one time being so frustrated while reading the Bible that I literally threw it on the floor, laid out flat, and put my forehead right on top of the verse that I was reading. I not only wanted to read the word, I wanted to live and experience the word. I am still that way. I want to live, move and have by being in the living Word of God, Jesus Christ.
I personally engage with Scripture on many levels.
When I study, I learn context, word meanings, and cultural background. This is a solid foundation.
When I meditate, it’s an entirely different thing. I enter an open door of faith with imagination empowered by Holy Spirit. Holy Spirit opens a door to revelation, vision, and experience. I see, hear, and experience the Word in unique ways.
The Bible is not irrelevant, archaic and obscure. As a preacher/speaker I choose words of spirit and life to stir the heart and touch the imagination so that my listeners want more and more and more. From what I can see about my life, this is true for when we minister in prophetic preaching, I see lives touched and transformed.
That is my journey, to creatively express the depth and beauty of the Living Word, Jesus Christ.
Let me give you an example as quickly as I can. Please don’t opt out. Follow me in this okay?
This morning, as I was in prayer and worship, God dealt with some issues of shame in my life. At the end of this session of praying in tongues and listening to Holy Spirit, I entered a new place of freedom. God loosed my heart after years of struggling with this. Then God spoke to my heart.
“Much of who you ARE is still tied to the past. I will reveal what was lost as to redeem the time NOW and in the FUTURE. We will walk together out of this past into the future. I am going to reveal a new way of walking with Me.”
During this time, I immediately thought of the disciples on the Road to Emmaus.
That same day two of them were walking to the village Emmaus, about seven miles out of Jerusalem. They were deep in conversation, going over all these things that had happened. In the middle of their talk and questions, Jesus came up and walked along with them. But they were not able to recognize who he was.
He asked, “What’s this you’re discussing so intently as you walk along?” They just stood there, long–faced, like they had lost their best friend. Then one of them, his name was Cleopas, said, “Are you the only one in Jerusalem who hasn’t heard what’s happened during the last few days?”
He said, “What has happened?” They said, “The things that happened to Jesus the Nazarene. He was a man of God, a prophet, dynamic in work and word, blessed by both God and all the people. Then our high priests and leaders betrayed him, got him sentenced to death, and crucified him. And we had our hopes up that he was the One, the One about to deliver Israel. And it is now the third day since it happened. But now some of our women have completely confused us. Early this morning they were at the tomb and couldn’t find his body. They came back with the story that they had seen a vision of angels who said he was alive. Some of our friends went off to the tomb to check and found it empty just as the women said, but they didn’t see Jesus.”
Then he said to them, “So thick–headed! So slow–hearted! Why can’t you simply believe all that the prophets said? Don’t you see that these things had to happen, that the Messiah had to suffer and only then enter into his glory?” Then he started at the beginning, with the Books of Moses, and went on through all the Prophets, pointing out everything in the Scriptures that referred to him.
They came to the edge of the village where they were headed. He acted as if he were going on but they pressed him: “Stay and have supper with us. It’s nearly evening; the day is done.” So he went in with them. And here is what happened: He sat down at the table with them. Taking the bread, he blessed and broke and gave it to them. At that moment, open–eyed, wide–eyed, they recognized him. And then he disappeared. Back and forth they talked. “Didn’t we feel on fire as he conversed with us on the road, as he opened up the Scriptures for us (Luke 24:13-32 Message)
Like these guys, I am out walking my life, believing in things through a faulty paradigm. Then Jesus shows up and proceeds to walk with me. Rather than force Himself on me, He is the master of intriguing questions. “What’s up?” He says.
Looking at Him quizzically, I think, “Is this guy out to lunch? Where has He been?” Then I begin to tell it to Him straight from how I perceive it all.
Then He begins to tell it to me straight, destroying my false narrative of defeat, fear and shame. He then expounds Himself to me in the power of Holy Spirit. Speaking words of truth and life, He confronts me with my own misinterpretation of who I believe He really is.
Then we come to a point in the road where it seems He is going to go on but I grab Him and ask Him to stay and eat.
“Let’s sit at the table.” I say. That’s all it takes. A few moments of intimacy and the word comes alive to heal and restore. The Word is alive. My eyes are opened to see and my heart burns within me. His word to me is confirmed.
“I am going to reveal a new walk of walking with me.” Faith infused with informed imagination heals, restores and sets free.
I get it.