The story of the prodigal son from the point of view of my chicken…and me.
Scriptures:
Luke 15v11-32
1 John 3v1
I had a dream, and through it, God revealed a word to me for His people.
God said:
‘The Church has been empty of My Spirit and My fruit for too long. But I am bringing fresh revelation. But this revelation is not coming to a corporate setting, but to individuals, to families and to groups of My People (communities) who have been truly seeking after Me.
I am bringing a fresh and DEEPER revelation of who My Son is, and the significance of His sacrifice.
My people will once again see the all encompassing power of, and have a greater understanding of the statement, “You are the Son of God.’ They will also begin to weep with gratitude and repentance, and put aside earthly comforts, when they see the SACRIFICE OF THE CROSS with the fresh eyes of this revelation. AND ON THIS ROCK, I WILL BUILD MY CHURCH!’
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Scriptures Mentioned:
Joel 2v28-29
John 4v23-24
Matt 16v13-20
Psalm 23
Psalm 24
Psalm 25v14 (TPT)
While listening to worship music, the song that was playing sang, ‘More of You and less of me. More of You and less of me…’
As I pondered these lyrics, it struck me that this — in its true form — is not a shrinking back or pulling away, but a drawing closer.
We do not become more like Him by simply being (or trying to be) less of ourselves. In fact, this is impossible, because as soon as we begin to focus on the ‘less of me’ we are no longer focusing on the ‘more of Him.’
But instead, as we draw nearer to God, simply just to be with Him (and not by trying to be anything else) He fills our vision and we have already become ‘more of Him’ without even realising it.
For here is the real beauty:
In the beginning, God made man — us — in His own image. So really, the more we become like Him (again, by fixing our eyes and beholding: not by doing) the more we become (or rather, discover) our true selves.
C.S. Lewis puts it perfectly in The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian:
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Join me in the ‘Sisterhood of Marys.’
…Those who are sick and tired of all the ‘do’ and just want to ‘be.’
…Those who are lovers of Jesus who sit at His feet and receive His revelation secrets.
(And yes boys, although this was originally recorded for the ladies, you can be a part of it too!)
I am part of the amazing team at Zion’s Company of Women. Lana Vawser and Courtney Kueck host our podcast, and had me on as a guest. It was so much fun!
They asked (and I answered), ‘What does it look like to live as a woman of God, fully alive?’
For more on Zion’s Company of Women, check out our website http://www.zionscompanyofwomen.com or find us on socials.
Her name is Noa Argamani.
You probably saw her on the news. Being carted away on the back of a motorcycle. A captive of Hamas.
One of the 243 hostages.
But the one with an extraordinary connection to me.
I, like you, was shocked when I first heard the news of the October 7 massacre. I knew immediately that this was not like other the conflicts. Before it was even declared, I knew this was war.
My heart broke for the victims, not then counted, but now numbering 1,400 plus. I endlessly scrolled through my Facebook feed, searching my friends, who were in Israel, for updates. Despite the rockets, (or was it because of them) I longed to be with my Bridges family in Jerusalem. What could I do from here? My only prayers were my tears.
I felt lost. Helpless. Then, at 4am one morning when I couldn’t sleep, I joined a Zoom prayer meeting run by a Jewish friend back in Israel. I was able to share a message of support on behalf of you: on behalf of Bridges for Peace and Christians all over Australia. Then I became a Tehillim Warrior.
Let me explain.
A few years ago, my friend, Orly, created an app called Abraham’s Legacy. It is a global Psalms (Tehellim) reading app, where people all across the world read the Psalms together, and form ‘prayer circles’ (even with complete strangers) to pray for loved ones.
When the war broke out, the Tehillim Warriors were formed. Christians, Jews — anyone who stood with Israel — could sign up to read the Psalms as a prayer for Israel. Just five minutes a day — the same five minutes, every day. (And if you couldn’t do it that day, you got someone else to take your post: like a good soldier does.) The idea was to get enough people praying that someone, somewhere, was reading the Psalms every moment of the day.
So I chose my five minutes, and then a hostage name was assigned to me. Her name was Noa Bat Liora. (Noa, daughter of Liora.)
Noa Argamani.
After a few days of reading and praying for a name without a face, I decided to Google her. I wanted to know what she looked like. I was shocked to know her face was no stranger to me. Then, I lost my breath when I discovered we share a birthday. Out of all the timeslots I could have chosen. Out of all the names I could have been given. At random? Yes. But, this was no coincidence. This was surely God.
But He wasn’t done yet.
A week later, my mum, dad and I attended a Israel rally. I knew there would be posters. One for each of the 243 hostages. I wondered…
When we got there, people were already holding posters. Dad knelt down to the box and handed me the one on top.
It was Noa.
Noa, I pray for you and your family.
I pray for your safe return.
I pray that, one day, we will meet.
B’ezrat HaShem. (With the help of God.)
In truth and deed,
Jo Sarah x
A prophetic word.
I feel God saying…
“It’s time.
Rise up.
Speak out.
…Dance.
And as you do, I will begin to move in new ways you have never before seen. Ways that are undeniably Me.
And my love will be so evident that My people will not help but run into My arms.
…The lost, the broken… those who have been waiting for a fresh outpouring of My Spirit for oh so long.
My child, Beloved.
Now is the time!”
The UnApologetic 