Never Trust a Zucchini

Seriously.   Don’t trust a zucchini.   Not ever.   Just don’t.

You go out to water early in the day before the sun has shown it’s face.   You see a little fruit looking so tender, so true.   You think about picking it, it is almost perfect.   But then it says to you, “Just wait until this evening-just before you want to put me on the grill.   I’ll be perfect then.   I’ll have plumped up becoming even more juicy.   I’ll just wait here.”

But 12.2 hours later, when you return, that same green fruit has gone from bomb pop size to summer sausage size (while you were unaware)  and is now the size of Popeye’s forearm.   Just like that!

Watch them.   Observe them closely.   This is the time of year they will outwit you and become useless for anything other than a shredded zuchini baked casserole and that is just not right.

I’ve warned you before.   I hope you’re heeding it…Jeanie

This google image is some  novice proudly displaying their 11-pound zuchini, as if they had anything to do with it.   Only non-gardeners are impressed with this because we who know the beast know that this is a monster from hell out of control!

Great recipe here for the wayward and trickster zuch.   Warning here.

NOTE: My true friends will rejoice with me in knowing that beginning the day after Heaven Fest I began harvesting just-ripe mini Romas (aka grape tomatoes) and Patio Tomatoes.   Is God good, or what?

Happy Birthday, Guinivere Eden~

 

Guini is three!

Last night we celebrated Guini-poo.   She was in ponytails wearing a Little Mermaid dress with sparkly pink shoes when she graciously opened all her presents, layed the clothes aside without much thought, oohed and aahed over the fun stuff and then got the pink, shimmery bike with the glittery festooning and horn and took off riding, never to be heard from again.

She rode and she rode and she rode.   Perhaps she stopped long enough for the Little Mermaid cake?

Since the day you were born, sweet Guinivere, I have always seen you as my little princess.   So fitting that you love the Disney Princesses so and have landed on my personal favorite, Ariel.   And it is kinda funny because  you  are the only Kelley kid who isn’t a red-head, but  your princess-of-choice is one! (See Guini above as Ariel the Little Mermaid  at the Fall Harvest Fest -sometimes known as Halloween – shhhh…).

To know you is to love you, Guini-muggins.   But to know you takes thought and patience and time.   In the crowd, you are quiet and self-sufficient, but get you alone and the true powerhouse, chatterbox comes out.   At three, you already know your own mind.   You are sweet and sensitive, sassy and silly.   You are smart and singular in purpose.   But my favorite part of you: the singer, as you belt out the song of the Lord.

A few weeks ago, just you and me on a Saturday evening watching the most gorgeous purple and orange sunset of the summer, your little song of the Lord began to rise.    And as we stood, arms raised toward heaven, I know the whole neighborhood heard your unabashed worship, it would have been impossible not to, as you sang from the deep place in your heart with your loudest voice over and over and over:

He loves us, O how He loves us!

He does love us, Guini.   And He loves you and He is going to use your strong passion to declare it!   I am watching, giddy with excitement!  

Happy Birthday, my Guinivere!…Nonna

NOTE TO SELF:   More one on one time with Guini.

pictured: Guini, “Under the sea” and Guini as Ariel; Guini with the Little Mermaid beach towel and the bean bags game, both handcrafted for her with love from Aunt Stormie!

Heaven Fest, Picture It

A quick sampling of Heaven Fest through the lense.   Thanks to my good friend and HF Media Director, Kori Verspohl, for the sneak peek!

     

 

And the day is just getting started!

 

We were all shaking our heads: they heard – they came.   They actually showed up!

 

 

This sepia has got to be one of my favorites.   You can see the cloud cover we got from the sun, almost feel the movement of worship toward heaven.

My son-in-law, Dave (the heart of the festival), praying with a Skillet guy

Your Kingdom come, Lord

Your will be done

On earth – as it is heaven!

 

The nameless, faceless band at Main Event?   Not nameless, nor faceless in heaven, nor to their mama!   My kiddos: Dave and Tara, Steph and Tris, Rocky and Stormie, along with Dan and Marianna (we’ve grafted them in to the family), Louis (Proxy) and Tammy  and about 30 of their closest, praying friends!

The enemy has been defeated

Death couldn’t hold You down

We’re gonna lift our voice in victory

We’re gonna make our praises loud!

 Note:   I have already written about Heaven Fest, here (where I tell how I got here, as well as what happened personally for me there) and here…

PS – on my operating system, at least, if you click on the picture, you get an enlarged look!

Be Nice

Here is why I thought I was having a really tough and crappy day the other day.   Within about 4 hours, I had spoken very harshly to some one I thought was being disrespectful to me, walked up on some one talking very loudly on the phone about how dissatisfied she was with certain arrangements about our ministry  I was in charge of and had some one try to apologize to me for wronging me  when I was unaware and in the attempt to make it right-just bungled it, which is almost the only way it could have gone because of the intensity of the day and my own fatigue.   I got ignored by some one who shouldn’t have, spoken to condescendingly, which hurt my pride and had to deal with some one who has been hard to deal with.   I got a lecture using scripture to really make me feel like poo and I just thought Can I get some covering here today?   Yikes!   Can I just get some protection, for crying out loud?

I have to be honest – I was tired.   I was deep-into-the-bone tired.   I was sensitive, raw  and on edge over a million tiny HF details.   Things that should have been done in my mind were far from it and it was heavy on my head.   I just wanted some relief to get to enjoy the process after a year of preparations and instead was rushing to complete the irritating minutia, stuff that was suppose to be done a month ago.   I was a big fat crap head.   And very teary.

I spent most of the rest of the day walking around avoiding eye contact to  try to protect myself from  any possible further “abuse.”   And feeling sorry for myself.

It was such obvious enemy distraction.  I knew there was too much at stake to stay there.   God doesn’t allow that in me.   Man, He is tough.

All night long, I wrestled in prayer.   I needed to sleep, but God was intent on talking with me.   And do you know what He made me focus in on?   Do you think it was the people I regarded as out of line, rude, ungodly?   Do you think He’d let me hone in on being ignored and maligned by some one who should have known better?   Do you think he was showing me that their opinions don’t matter because He loves me  or that He would bring fire on their heads in my defense?

No.   Nope.   No way.

All He would talk about with me was how I hurt some one I love by my harsh words.   All we could “discuss” as I tossed and turned were my actions.

The other people?   He told me they were His problem and to understand that He will deal with the things they do.   He gave me some insight on their behavior as reflective of personal issues and insecurities.   I had to feel some compassion about that, but (because I am a big, fat crap head) I’d love to say, “Get over it-grow up!”   But you know what?   God and a gazillion other people  could say that right back to me, people that I NEED grace from constantly.   “None of your business,” He told me about other’s behaviors.

So, God makes me behave.   He calls me to kindness.  

But what about them, Lord?   How come they can act like that?

Not your problem.   Look at yourself.   You be kind.   You follow Me.   You be nice.   You talk nice.   And you apologize for your unkind words, humbly – do it!

I have got to tell you – nice is not in my nature.   I really don’t have a “nice gene.”   But there is nothing like being required by God to apologize for my own behavior to motivate me to want to understand the power of being kind, of just being nice.   Seriously.

So, I am praying that God will teach me to be clothed in kindness.   I am asking Him to help me see people beyond the exterior as the valuable people they are.   I want to see everyone I meet as people to whom I can express kindness – whether they reject or receive it.   I want to be so kind in my deeds and words that I actually call forth the best from people, the greatness of who they really are.   And I want to do it knowing that God will keep the score, even if I never know, and that is enough.   I want to hear what He is requiring from me:

Just be nice, for crying out loud.

Ok, Lord, I am working on it.   Keep me in the process…Jeanie

NOTE TO SELF:   Express kindness even in the face of rejection or unkind treatment.

No Condemnation

To my friend-

You need the chance to mourn.   You need the opportunity to acknowledge a profound loss.   Your torn heart-flesh needs repair and healing.

It is good to admit and confess our sin, repentance is necessary.   But it is better still to receive the loving forgiveness of a Savior who bled to give that forgiveness.   His blood is enough.   His blood covers you.   The blood of Jesus covers your sin, my sweet friend.   The blood of Jesus cleanses you, woman called and loved, the blood of Jesus cleanses you. The blood of Jesus is enough.

So, There is therefore now no condemnation to those who are in Christ Jesus.   For the law of the Spirit of life in Christ Jesus has set me free from the law of sin and death.

Mourn.   Cry.   Remember.   Repent.   Let God heal you.

But don’t ever let the enemy of your soul condemn you because it will cause pain  and distance in your family and relationships which can never be understood.   It will cause a fragmenting of your true self and cause you to hate God’s creation – you.

I would venture God is at work in you for healing.   To fully avail yourself will mean facing it and walking it through, but there, just beyond the forest awaits a peaceful meadow of the love of God.   I encourage you to press in even if it hurts, even if it requires transparency and confession.   You will feel it until you think it will kill you, and then it will, but as you hang on the cross of dying to self, dying to self-protection, dying to pride and hiddenness, shame and guilt,  and dying to the fear of man, you’ll find life.   Take a breath.   Life.

I truly suspect God wants to set you free because you are a key to setting others free.   I  wholly believe this is a word from the Lord for you.

You honor me by allowing me to know so I can pray.   I have you in my heart…Jeanie

Woman, where are they?   Has no one  condemned you now?

No one, Master

Then, neither do I condemn you.   Go now and leave sin behind.

Leave it behind.   Leave it.

Heaven Fest, They Came

Heaven Fest thanks

“If you build it, they will come,” from the movie Field of Dreams, is one of my favorite lines ever.   We worked and labored, we sweat and even cried a little, we planned and double-checked everything we could think of.   But near the day you wonder: will anyone actually come?

Heaven Fest ’08.

The  gates opened at 10 am and the people started pouring in, and pouring in, and pouring in.   There were cars as far as the eye could see on the east and on the west and the south.    They just kept coming.   We ran out of wristbands and had to make a quick run for more.   By late afternoon, according to Front Gate, it looked like we had over 12,000 on the grounds.   And still, cars were arriving.

I am at a loss to know how to describe the things that happened.

Amazing ministry went on at 7 different stages.   Worship filled the air everywhere you turned.   Diversity, all colors and races, the straight-laced with hands raised next to the multiple-pierced and tatooed with giant spiked hair.   Urbanity and suburbanity seeking God side by side. It was a “field of dreams.”   It was built.   And God came.

Many made a decision to follow Jesus.   300 responded to the altar call by Seventh Day Slumber alone.   Almost 60 people were baptized.   It was very hot when an elder in the Body of Christ worried that people would burn and began to pray.   Soon, right over the festival grounds, but nowhere else, it seemed, a giant cloud-canopy showed up and provided protection.   People were in awe.

There is so much to say, I barely know where to begin, so I’ll let this be the beginning.   These are the three things I am praising God for today:

  1. For His favor on this event and for showing up.
  2. For all the miraculous provision – the stories of which are still pouring in.
  3. For the people with whom I got to work, the ones I knew before and the ones I met through this experience, but especially the staff, my ones: Dave and Tara, Luke and Tredessa.

There will be more, I assure you…Jeanie

NOTE TO SELF: Recall, remember and write for posterity.

 

 

 

Explo ’72, Mike Huckabee, a Prophetic Word, Heaven Fest, Chuck Girard and Me

 

 

June 1972, Explo ’72.

I was 12 years old and struggling to make the transition from little girl being raised in the strictest of Christian homes to some one who had her own relationship with Christ.   I probably could have gone either way.

My dad, aggravated about how much time I spent in my room (listening to ungodly music, mind you), forced me to the living room one night to watch the first of a 3-night televised production of what was later dubbed “The Christian Woodstock”.   I didn’t want to.   I heard it had something to do with Billy Graham and thought, “Oh, no-what kind of church thing is he making me watch?”   But I was told I had to and so I did.   At least it was music, which I always loved.

It was Explo ’72.   And oh-my-goodness, it was awesome.   It was amazing.   It turned out there were normal-looking people who loved Jesus.   There were hippies who loved Him and there was “Christian Rock” which, believe me, was widely thought of as heretical in the church.   It impacted me so much.   I truly think it was the first time I realized the vast beauty of the Body of Christ in the world.   Because of sort of the smallness of my denominational upbringing, I believe it was the first time I had ever realized that Jesus had such a huge following.   Jesus was actually a movement.   There were Jesus people!

Over 100,000 people showed up in Dallas at The Cottonbowl  for Explo ’72.   It was where i first saw and heard the crowds responding with gusto to outbreaks of “Give me a ‘J’”…”J!”   Give me an ‘E’”…”E!” until the screaming masses would spell out and then begin to chant: Jesus!   Jesus!   Jesus!

Mike Huckabee.

Imagine my surprise when recently, as preparations for Heaven Fest were in full-swing, I got to thinking about that  televised event  in 1972 and how it had so  influenced my life and when I googled it, I found articles telling how that same festival had deeply impacted the life of a then-17-year-old Mike Huckabee as well.

One way.   Love Song (with Chuck Girard).   Larry Norman (the “grandfather of Christian Rock”) with his very long, shaggy blond hair singing, “Sweet, Sweet Song of Salvation.”   Andrae Crouch and the Disciples.   Danny Lee and the Children of Truth.   Randy Stonehill, “Didn’t He?”.   These and more reached me at a crucial crossroads.

I sent away for the album, Jesus Sound Explosion, which was never made available in stores and is now a collector’s item.   My dad sold the copy i listened to  like crazy  all through my teens years in a church garage sale, but after years of searching, my husband found one for me the Christmas of ’06 – just months before I would become involved in Heaven Fest.

 

God dropped the Heaven Fest vision in Luke’s heart on July 6, 2006 as he was driving home from Cornerstone.   But Heaven Fest was planned way before even that  and I truly believe every single person who participated was ordained long ago.   A seed was placed in my heart in June of 1972 for what took place two days  ago.

Dick Mills and the prophetic word in the early 90′s.  

We were making a big change in ministry and attended a service where Dick Mills was speaking.   He called Dave and I to the front and began to speak an intense prophecy over us using scripture after scripture.   One of the notable things he said was that God was going to put Dave and I smack-dab into the middle of teenagers and young people and college-aged people  coming to the Lord by the thousands.   I remember at the time I got a picture in my  heart of a blanketing of people on a field.   A friend of ours asked afterwards if that word meant we were going to go back into youth ministry.   I could not comprehend the meaning of it.

It was about that time that I began to recall the passion of the days of the Jesus Movement, the Jesus people and the way the Holy Spirit was sweeping the earth in the early 70′s.   I came across an article in Charisma magazine, which I believe was titled “Jesus People-Where are They Now?” and I was stirred for my own children’s sake.   I began to realize I had  witnessed amazing things, experienced a certain and real  wave of the Holy Spirit.   I’d worshipped with long hairs and hippies and nuns who sang their praise in unknown tongues, right along with Episcopalians and Presbyterians as the Holy Spirit brought them together under the holy umbrella of One. The One.

So I started praying for my kids to see a move of God in their day.   I started asking God specifically to allow my children to be involved in something eternal, to be part of igniting a flame that would burn our city and this nation to purity, to life.   It became the rallying prayer of my life: “Lord,  I have heard of Your fame, I stand in awe of Your deeds, O Lord.   Renew them in our day, in our time make them known…” (Hab.3.2).   O God, I saw You come and move this nation.   I heard You, I heard from you at that young age-come, Lord-do it again in my lifetime-let my children see Your glory in the earth.

Heaven Fest.

Saturday night, during the Main Event, after thousands and thousands fell on their knees and faces in the field in personal repentance, my son-in-law, Dave (a modern-day Psalmist and a leader into the Presence through praise) asked them to stand and boldly proclaim what God had said to them and the commitments they had made and I got to lay hands on the entire front row 2-3 people deep and declare the blessing of the Lord over them and call forth God’s plan for their lives.   Some wept, some thanked me as the word came for them that they were “orphans no more.”  

One 20-something young man who was standing back aways from everyone  with head low, almost seeming as if he’d rather not be noticed, caught my eye.     I nearly turned away-not wanting to disrespect his stance, but the Lord didn’t let me.   I breathed a quick prayer for sensitivity and how to honor him and as I stepped  toward him, he looked at me and asked, “So-are you praying for people, or what?”   As I assured him I was and he said, “Well, I need you to pray for me,”   the Lord showed me what a strong call of God he had on his life and that he had been running from it.   I could see his heart was aimless, but had never been at home outside the love of God.   The favor and love of the Lord for this kid was so apparent I felt honored just to be standing next to him.   God gave me much to pray for him and he stood in the night rededicating his  life to God and you could almost visibly see a love-cloud jetting straight from the heavens to wrap him up.   He seriously had the smile of God on his upward-turned face as he stretched his arms toward a Father whose love had not, he discovered, ever let him go.   Arise, shine, Gabriel-for the glory of the Lord has risen upon you!

Revive Your great works in our day, Lord.

A few months ago, I was reminiscing about some of the early artists who impacted my life and I ran into a recent project that reunited many of the early Christian rock artists in CD/DVD form, The Beginning Concert: The Jesus Music Reunion.   We were already neck-deep in Heaven Fest prep and it was only on paper, but we were asking God for something that would live beyond the day.   None of us, Dave and Tara, Luke, me – wanted a concert and just  a fun day for Christians, but rather to see eternal kingdom things: the lost found, the lethargic re-fired, a revival ignited.   I mentioned The Beginning Concert on this blog and the producers so kindly sent me a copy.  

When I heard Chuck Girard, whose music had influenced me from the time I saw him appear at Explo ’72 with Love Song and through the early 80′s, I was moved to tears with how God has been preparing my heart all along, He was leading my steps.   Chuck Girard  said on The Beginning Concert DVD, concerning the early 70′s and beyond:

“People look at me with a blank stare when I mention the Jesus Movement.

Back in those days, what drove the music was – what drove all of us was a zeal for souls.   You know, we had a lot of zeal, very little knowledge.

I knew two things back then.   I once was blind, but now I could see, and ‘Jesus loves me this I know.’   And that was about it, you know?

But we got out there and we did it and in the 1980s came the teaching movement and we got all really cerebral about the whole thing, but we lost a lot of the zeal, and my prayer is to bring that combination of knowledge back with some of that zeal of the early 70s and seeing another Jesus Movement.”

The reunion concert ended with Chuck Girard leading the audience and other artists in the song that categorized the unchanging message, a song from the 70s that summed up our hearts for Heaven Fest ’08, too:

“It’s the Name above all Names

And we will declare it, we will declare it

It’s the Name above all Names

And we will shout it to a dying world!”

This is the legacy, the path that will bring my grandchildren and their children into their assignment…Jeanie

NOTE TO MY KIDS:   This is why you weren’t raised on irrelevant, churchy music, but purposely trained to enter the presence through praise.   This is why I  immersed you in the song of the Lord, whether it was a 200-year-old-hymn or the latest sound.   Because through worship, through the song you sing – you will declare His name to a dying world.   You will bring life.   This is part of the story of the legacy I leave with you – a partial explanation of God’s preparation for your life story.

27 Years

Dave, on his blog, talks about the 27 years of movies, but the very first movie, the one we watched at a place he was housesitting on May 26, 1981, the movie he invited me over to view on TBS – while I  was unaware it was a “date, but was without a doubt, retrospectively, a date(!) was “Man’s Favorite Sport.”   Rock Hudson, Paula Prentiss, silly romance, our beginning.

Not completely our beginning, I guess.   I had known him for almost 3 years.   We were friends with common friends and connections.   We met at Bible College in Minot, ND.   But I left for a time and he wrote to me and our friendship was sweet and very nice.   Naturally I thought he was sooooo cute, but he had a serious girlfriend, so I never let on that  I thought so.   When I moved back to Minot, I can remember sitting at a cafeteria table with some friends, one of which called him over to discuss something or another.   As he left, she said to the group, “Oh, Dave Rhoades is so cute, oh my gosh.”   All the other girls nodded and answered affirmatively, while I coyly said, “He’s alright.”

 

But on May 26, he stopped by my office and asked me to come over and watch a movie.   I thought it was just a “friends hanging out” thing, but wonderfully-it was not.

Our second date was the very next night.

Our third, the next.   I think you get the idea.

By June 8 – we both knew we were in love.   I know being “in love” takes a hit in Christendom, but crimenentlies people, being in love is FUN stuff!   I still like it!

June 16, 1981, Dave proposed to me.

We were married July 23, a Thursday night, at 8 pm in Wimbledon, ND. – slightly less than 2 months after that first date.

 

We were married 27 years ago tonight.   I didn’t have the wedding of my dreams (I blame my brother Joe for this, but that is a whole different story), but I married the man of my dreams.

Last night, we were at a small prayer meeting of about 40 or 50 people  at church, preparing for Heaven Fest and our kids were leading worship.   Dave was at the back videotaping the amazing music as Dave and Tara started leading a song they wrote that I love, “Jesus, Name Above All Names.”   The melody is sweet, the harmonies were full and there was  my beautiful husband looking at our kids through the camera lense.   From my vista, I  could see them all, including the grandkids who were now  running and dancing around my feet.   For a moment, I lost my breath and I am certain my heart skipped a beat.

We did this, Dave, I was thinking.   We fell in love, we gave our love to God, He gave us our children, we gave them back to Him, and the love goes on.   This is what we have to show for 27 years.  

You are still so beautiful to me.   Happy anniversary, Dave,   I would marry you all over again…J

 pictured: Dave when I first fell for him; me just before I walked out the door to marrry Dave; post-wedding – my officemate, Elaina, had just thrown a bunch of rice straight down my dress.

In just hours…

All Heaven Fest is breaking loose.

We’re heavily into set up and details, calming fears and being calmed.   Tomorrow begins the 77-hours of straight-through worship leading up to and during HF, in The Burn Tent on the grounds.   Friday is the Cardboard Campout for the Homeless.

Gates open at 10 am Saturday.

Heaven Fest is here.   What happens, happens.   But we are asking God for thousands to find Him here.   We are asking for re-commitments throughout the Body of Christ.   We are seeing prayer warriors from ministries across the state join to pray for today’s generation, “We are a chosen generation-Mothers and Fathers, Sisters and Brothers, Sons and Daughters, we are are!”*   We’re not putting on a concert for fun, though it is a concert (or as the promo fliers say, “A one-day massive Christian music, worship and arts festival”)  and will be fun, no doubt, but our aim is to ignite something in our region and declare Jesus from the highest metropolitan city in the U.S.   Our prayer continues to be:

“Come, Lord, would You come?    Would You make Your habitation here?   There is no other artist or band who is more important to us than You.   Lord, we invite YOU to be our most honored guest at Heaven Fest.   Walk among us.   Heal the broken, the hurting, seek out the lost.   We are repenting, Lord, we are crying out to You.   Your Kingdom come, Your will be done on earth as it is in heaven.”

It’s where I’ll be for a few days…Jeanie

NOTE TO SELF: Ready, set…

*lyrics from “We Cry Out” by Brian Johnson of Jesus Culture, www.jesusculture.org