THE VISION

Here is a charge based on the vision from the 24/7 prayer movement.


The vision is Jesus, obsessively, dangerously, undeniably Jesus
The vision is an army of young people.
Your see bones, I see an army
We are free from materialism and the constraints of Career obsession
We belong to the nations but aren’t bound to any.
We are a generation whose holiness hurts the eyes.
We have exchanged minimum integrity for reaching for the stars
We embrace the call to be Nazarites and Levite Priests.
We scorn only the good and reach for the best.
Our love is dangerously pure and simple
This is an army that will lay down its life for the cause
We are not only about the end result, but the journey
Our eyes are fixed on the “Well done” my child.
We are radical regardless of time of day, week, month or year
We don’t need recognition, our recognition is upwards
We are not served, we do the serving.
We are the shaping of history in the making,
We are revolutionaries dreaming as the foundations are being shaken
The harder the winds are blowing, the tighter our grasp onto the cross
In humility we knee at the foot of the cross
An army on its knees, one hand to god and one to man
We are a discipled and intense army, our bodies are in submission.
For me to live is Christ and to die is gain
Sacrifice fuels the fire of victory
Winners, Martyrs, Who can stop us?
Hormones will not hold us back, Fear cannot scare us, or death kill us
We are a generation who will pray like a dying man, with groan beyond talking
Watching, waiting, 24 7 365
Whatever it takes we will give.
Our strategy is foolish, but mountains and walls cannot stop us advertisers cannot mold us, or hollywood hold us
Peer pressure is powerless
We pray as if it all depends on God and live as if it all depended on us
Our DNA has a blood transfusion with Jesus
We are the children of another dimension
We are like the wind, children of the spirit
This vision is us, this vision is now
This is the longing of creation itself, the revelation of the children of God
The groaning of the spirit and the very dream of God
My tomorrow is his today, my distant hope is his reality
Our prayers evoke the thunderous Amen from the cloud of witnesses and christ himself.
He is the original and ultimate winner.
Guaranteed.
Our sacrifice is a small fraction of the prize.
It will be worth it all.