Recently I have been thinking a lot about Vision, and it's implications on Unity. And the more I think about it, and look around for examples, more I am sure that Vision has great implications concerning unity.
The church must be united. We are all one body. God has given a global vision to his church. But at the same time, God has created great diversity in the world, and gives different visions to different people. All of those visions together fulfil the global vision: build the Kingdom of God. And that's all very well, but it is a utopia to think that we can be in the same small community with people that have different visions and missions.
Let's put this into a formula. The greater the difference between the vision God as given to two different people/groups, the greater the distance between those two people/groups should be, in order to maintain unity.
I know, it seems a contra sense. But think about it. If one has the mission to reach teenagers, and the other elderly people, they can never really be in the same small group. Neither of them would be able to fulfil their purpose in all its fullness. The ministry of one will hinder the ministry of the other. They will be able to have synergy concerning more global events, but never in a very small environment.
For that reason, when you start a house church, it is of utmost importance to be sure that you are all with the same vision. If you are not, everyone will start compromising, and all of us will be very far from our potential.
We had a great time this weekend at Torgon at the @home. It was a time to get to know the house church movement in French speaking Switzerland, create many relationships, and talk a lot about ministerial gifts and how they can be used in house churches. Great discussions, lot's of prayer, sharing of experiences, and a great integration with the kids.
For me it was also a great time of reviving dreams and being encouraged to continue on the vision God has been giving me. The revolution is happening, and it cant be stopped.
Hello darkness, my old friend, Ive come to talk with you again, Because a vision softly creeping, Left its seeds while I was sleeping, And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains Within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone Narrow streets of cobblestone, neath the halo of a street lamp, I turned my collar to the cold and damp When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of A neon light That split the night And touched the sound of silence.
And in the naked light I saw Ten thousand people, maybe more. People talking without speaking, People hearing without listening, People writing songs that voices never share And no one deared Disturb the sound of silence.
Fools said i,you do not know Silence like a cancer grows. Hear my words that I might teach you, Take my arms that I might reach you. But my words like silent raindrops fell, And echoed In the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed To the neon godly made. And the sign flashed out its warning, In the words that it was forming. And the signs said, the words of the prophets Are written on the subway walls And tenement halls. And whispered in the sounds of silence.
A heart that's full up like a landfill, a job that slowly kills you, bruises that won't heal. You look so tired-unhappy, bring down the government, they don't, they don't speak for us. I'll take a quiet life, a handshake of carbon monoxide,
with no alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises, Silent silent.
This is my final fit, my final bellyache,
with no alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises please.
Such a pretty house and such a pretty garden.
No alarms and no surprises (get me outta here), no alarms and no surprises (get me outta here), no alarms and no surprises, please.
Hoje acabaram as férias. Estive desde o último post até ontem à noite sem tocar na internet (de iniciativa própria, nos sítios onde estive havia sempre internet), e acho que só me fez bem. Apesar de agora ter centenas de emails e posts de blogs para ler...
Vou duas semanas a Portugal, em férias. Vai ser a primeira vez que vou a Portugal "a sério" (fui dois fins de semana, mas sempre com pressa, e nunca à minha terra, o Algarve) desde o início de Novembro, quando me mudei para a Suíça. Acho que vai ser uma experiência interessante.
Mas acima de tudo, vão ser umas férias bem precisadas. Este ano tem sido bom, mas desgastante. Habituar-me a uma nova cultura, aprender uma nova língua, lidar com todos os detalhes de mudança de casa com a agravante de ser para outro País, criar novos relacionamentos, adaptar-me a uma nova empresa e novos colegas (duas vezes), enfim, não mata mas mói.
Duas semanas de praia e descanso, e muito pouca internet...