Tuesday, October 07, 2008


Worship
at the River Watchmen at the River





Newsletter of Pacific
Ministries’ monthly meetings September, 2008


at Glenn Otto Community
Park, Troutdale, Oregon.








Time of
Harvest


Times of
Alarm ~


Economic
and Weather Storms





Listen to
what the Spirit is saying;


Understand
what season we are in ~


Align our
lives with


the season
the Spirit is leading into.





October 1 (our
calendar)


Holy Convocation ~ not
a sound to console, but a wake-up call.


What will seem like a
disaster to some, will be life-giving to those who will be awakened.





October 7 (our
calendar)


Day of Atonement ~
humbling ourselves, waiting expectantly.





October 15 (our
calendar)


Festival of Booths ~
end of days, intensifying days like birth pangs.





Worship in
all Seasons,


Worship in
Introspection,


Consecration
and Expectation ~


Wonderful
Harvest of the Lord.





There is victory
through suffering.


It is wise to learn
from the autumn;


Prepare for the
cycle of the seasons.


Be ready
to be caught up with the Lord!





Glory be
to God in His Temple,


Strong
with the Drums,


Sounds of
Praise,


Rhythms of
Worship,


Worship in
Dance,


With
Clapping Hands.





King of
Kings, Lord of Lords, We declare You LORD!


Peals of
Trumpeting sound, A Sanctuary of His Dwelling,


Every
Voice, Every Sound ~ All the Rhythm of His Creation, Aleluia!








Something stirring, we
will wait on the Lord ~


For His direction, His
Holy leading.



This is the season of
new things, new rhythms, new blending, new combinations.


It will not sound like
anything before; it is a new resonance.





We desire to know You,
to discern, to know Your heart.


Would it be enough to
play a chord?


To worship in one
accord?





Let go of the stuff,
grow in Christ, be a new creation.


God is releasing
something new in us.


He is asking us do
something we have never done before.





New songs, new rhythms,
new words, in each one of us ~


Visions given to
little ones ~


Artistic expressions
display the Glory of the Lord ~


Songs of the Lord,
sung in each of us ~


Our hearts play the
music on the crystal floor.





The revealing words,
of wisdom and truth:





Lord, please orient me
to your truth.





“Therefore, I
urge you, brothers, in view of God's mercy, to offer your bodies as
living sacrifices, holy and pleasing to God—this is your
spiritual[a]
act of worship. Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this
world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will
be able to test and approve what God's will is—his good,
pleasing and perfect will.” Romans 12:1,2


“To whom,
then, will you compare God? What image will you compare him to? As
for an idol, a craftsman casts it, and a goldsmith overlays it with
gold and fashions silver chains for it. A man too poor to present
such an offering selects wood that will not rot. He looks for a
skilled craftsman to set up an idol that will not topple. Do you not
know? Have you not heard? Has it not been told you from the
beginning? Have you not understood since the earth was founded? He
sits enthroned above the circle of the earth,
and its people are
like grasshoppers. He stretches out the heavens like a canopy, and
spreads them out like a tent to live in. He brings princes to naught
and reduces the rulers of this world to nothing. No sooner are they
planted, no sooner are they sown, no sooner do they take root in the
ground, than he blows on them and they wither, and a whirlwind sweeps
them away like chaff. ‘To whom will you compare me? Or who is
my equal?’ says the Holy One.” Isaiah 40:18-25


Something precious


We receive the
intimacy of the wedding ~ we are the bride


. We are perceiving;
we still ourselves, and wait


In anticipation,
for renewal, in His perfect timing.



Bring
something forth in purity.


Can you
hear the new song of the Lord?


The sound
of His heart?


Holy LORD,
Holy are you, LORD.





Declare the communities
of this land will be saved.


Be the watchmen on the
wall of the Lower Columbia Region.


There is no rest for
the watchmen.


The Lord is great
over Oregon.





Can you
hear my heart for you?


I am
yours; you are mine.


Taste and
see, I am Good.