I remember the day Jesus broke the fear of death in me.
January 12, 2016, Turkey. We were supposed to have been up north in Istanbul visiting the Blue Mosque at Sultanahmet. For some reason, our itinerary brought us south to the ruins of Ancient Pergamum instead.
Atop the ominous cliffs of the Upper Acropolis, a stone’s throw from the ruins of the “seat of satan”, we received news that a bomb had gone off at the Blue Mosque in Sultanahmet. We later found out that 10 German tourists died in the incident.
The bridge to a staple worship song in the prayer movement goes like this:
Catch me up in your story
All my life for your glory
Put me anywhere, just put your glory in me
I'll serve anywhere, just let me see your beauty
You would assume by now I would have learned to think twice before praying such prayers. These prayers should at least come with a warning label: "Be warned; praying this may mess up your best laid plans." I have prayed dangerous prayers like that before. "Lord, if you want me to serve you full-time, you have to interrupt my life and show me." "Lord, let me be part of ushering in revival into my nation."
And then when you least expect it, God adds his "Yes" to our "Amen"; he catches us up in the present continuous tense story he is writing in the nations. And we hold on - or maybe we let go - for dear life.
On Pentecost Sunday 2015, a company of lovesick worshippers from across the nations of South East Asia gathered in the upper room of PenHOP for the live album recording of “Here in the Waiting”. Isabel Chai shares with us what happened and her encounter during the night.