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Tasting Grace

It's been over a month since I returned from the Holy Land and it's only recently that I've been able to share what I've been pondering in my heart... Mt. Tabor – Where the first taste of Grace was given. There are some places that are holy. Places where the presence of God is felt, places where a fresh revelation of who He is comes forth.   Mt. Tabor, Israel, is one of those places. It loomed large as we approached.   The ascent quieting as we wound our way up, up to the place where the Glory and Grace of God converged. Cobbled stones, iron gates, garden, and church are there on the peak.   But it is not their presence that afford the holiness of the site.   No, it’s what happened there over 2,000 years ago.   Jesus took Peter, James, and John up this mountain and there He was transfigured – His Glory revealed – and His face shone as the sun and His clothes the brightest white. There with Jesus appeared Elijah and Moses and they were talking.   And God shro

Legacy - John Powell

Today we celebrate the life and legacy of John Powell.   But h is legacy is not a mega church as many might think, rather lives impacted, even saved, because he was obedient to God, faithful, prayerful, keeping step with Holy Spirit. When we think of legacy, the image of a flow down through the generations usually comes to mind.   And, indeed, there is exponential influence as it passes from one generation to the next.   But today Holy Spirit showed me the legacy of a believer this way. Within the brilliant, golden stream of Grace, it’s one kneeling down low with folded hands,  then turning hands over, cupping them, so another can step in, then bearing them up  - lifting them deeper into the Presence of God. Countless ones have stepped into cupped hands, that were first born up in the hands of John Powell, (even me, even mine, and I am eternally grateful!) and on and on, and up and up - exponentially...    The man who declared himself a simple follower of