Jesus and Pot

A quick update from Dallas. It went pretty well last night. Standing room only crowd and lots of eager and open hearts to God. How beautiful. The last part of the evening each night is Q & A. Had a first last night – a guy asked a very long and sincere (and vulnerable) question about smoking pot and what does Jesus think about that. I’m crackin up. Never had that one before. (Now you’re wondering what I said. I told him that apart from legal issues of concern, there is the whole issue the scripture speaks to when it forbids drunkenness, how we don’t want to do anything that diminishes our ability to apprehend or walk with God, to discern him clearly. In my past life, I had some first-hand knowledge on the matter, and warned him that pot really diminishes our heart and mind from God. That he would have much joy in giving it up). Anyhow, it was a delightful moment. Q & A is my favorite part of the evening. I remember reading a story years ago about Francis Schaeffer pounding the walls in his upper loft at L’Abri, where he would go to pray, and saying “I have answers! I have answers!” His passion was moved because so many people had questions, and through long searching he knew that Christianity offers real and substantive and healing answers. He wanted so badly for people to know.

I feel the same way.

Anyhow, I’m fighting a bad sore throat today, and weariness. Don’t want to get sick. So thank you for praying for that, for our flights, that the religious spirit be bound, that we stay close to Jesus in this. And against all dismay, and all sabotage.

The Kingdom is beautiful.