That kind of faith!

Let me begin by saying we have experienced a MASSIVE answer to prayer. Derek has been accepted upon his FIRST interview to the film program at BCIT in Burnaby. He will start classes in November with his very own G4 Powerbook Mac laptop and a top of the line digital video camera as part of his tuition. We will be moving out there in the early fall, providing that the funding all comes through. If anybody has any knowledge of government grants or scholarships - please let us know. YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Last night I was reading in Acts chapter 3 about Peter healing the lame man. It really struck me, probably even more so than the miracles that Christ performed. (If that's not too blasphemous) It's partly because I fully realize Christ's divinity. I know that he had the power to heal and cast out demons. But mostly it was Peter's enormous faith that got me really thinking. If you read in verses 6 and 7 it describes how Peter strolled over to man and told him to get up in the name of Jesus, and he did. There was no doubting, no hesitation. It was as though Peter knew beyond a SHADOW of a DOUBT that this man would be healed by Christ's power through him. That got me to thinking, why can't I have this kind of faith? Did Peter have it because he had witnessed the power of Christ first hand? Or did he just go that deep, surrender that much, that there was no doubt. I started to wonder if I would even want to have God heal someone through me. What a media scandal that would be. Now I understand why Jesus said "alright you're all healed, but keep quiet about it would ya?" (Not in those exact terms of course) Either way, reading about Peters utter confidence in the power of his Lord and his vehemance in making sure the people knew that the power was not his was inspiring.

Derek and I went to Millwood's Pentecostal's Young Adult service last night. It was the first time we have gone to a service together in Edmonton since we have stopped attending Sol. I didn't expect it to be that hard. There was this lingering feeling that we were betraying something that we loved and turning our back on something that we had strived for. The worship was great. The band was really tight and yet their lack of contrived emotion was refreshing (especially in a Pentecostal church :-) no scathing comments please) The service focused on practicing consistant compassion without media motivation, and while it was not quite the meat and potatoes that we were looking for, it was presented in an open and direct manner, that was lacking a hidden agenda. We enjoyed the candor of the speaker, but still came away with mixed feelings. I think this is just part of our healing process.

Anyway I better post this before my boss gets back.