tells this wonderful story: My grandfather used to bale hay. He had gotten a brand-new truck and trailer
and wanted to “break ‘em in.” So he and
my uncle began stacking hay bales higher and higher, pushing it to the limit. Finally, they hit the road with the hay, my
uncle driving and my grandfather riding along proudly. What they didn’t notice was that one of the
hay bales was rubbing against a tire.
Before long, the hay bale
caught on fire, then another and another.
Eventually, the truck looked like a comet headed down the highway. Eventually,
he looked in the mirror and saw the flames behind them, and they quickly pulled
over and got out of the truck. This
created new problems, since now the flames began to melt the back of the truck.
My uncle snapped, “Get back
in the truck.” So they did. He began to swerve so the hay bales fell off
behind them. But then the fields began
to catch on fire. Pretty soon fire
trucks were following along behind them, trying to limit the damage, and they
finally managed to extinguish the inferno.
That is what the kingdom of
God looks like. Christians blaze through
this dark world and set it on fire with their love. It is contagious and spreads like wildfire. We are people who shine, who burn up the
darkness of this old world with the light that dwells within us.
On the altar, belief and action kissed, and extremists
for love were born. So, once again it is
time for an altar call. We are not just
laying our lives at the altar with nothing to pick up but we are also picking
up an irresistible revolution that the world is waiting for.
The Jesus revolution is not a frontal attack on the
empires of this world. It is a subtle
contagion, spreading one little life, one little hospitality house, at a time.
Welcome to the revolution of little people, guerrilla
peacemakers, and dancing prophets, the revolution that loves and laughs.