Sparked Up

sparked up

How I wish we do not dangerously leave the operations of the supernatural to pastors and church leaders alone – to those that have been ‘called by God’ into ‘ministry’.

But we do. And too often.

God wants all of us to operate the level of the supernatural. His promise is that He will pour out his spirit on “all flesh”. Joel 2:28. That means as many that come with a sincere heart will get a share of Himself.

If pilots, taxi cab chauffeurs, doctors, nurses, teachers, sailors, soldiers, students, politicians and Christians in all other professions operate a life of fullness of the Spirit, life will be much better.

Look at Stephen.

If he lived next door or is my roommate, I will probably call him Steve. Steve was asked to be one of those, in our age, we will call welfare coordinators. To make sure that the material possessions donated by the members of the early church were equally distributed without bias between Grecians and Hebrews. To see to it that everything they had was shared in common and in love. He wasn’t even asked to pray. Neither was He asked to teach the Word. He was asked to serve tables.

But see what the Holy Spirit did to Stephen’s life – when he agreed to operate in the fullness of the Holy Spirit. Acts 6.

The Holy Spirit enarmoured him with wisdom. He was a wise guy. Honest. He was full of faith and power. And because of this, he did wonders and miracles among the people. How the Holy Spirit fires up ordinary men to live extraordinary lives!

A Welfare coordinator turned miracle worker, I hear you say. I disagree. It’s simply a cool Christian turned Holy Spirit-filled Christian.

Many of us are cool Christians. Too cool to spend hours in the place of prayer. We are too cool to jack up our faith level with the Word of God. Too cool to be Spirit- filled. Dangerously too cool.


God seeks men that will not cower away from the place of maturity. He needs children who will be responsible. Who understand the principles of the Kingdom and can defend it any time. Who can touch lives and bring hope to the dying world. People who will cause transformation one person at a time.

God smiles at children who will desire and pursue a life of the fullness of the Holy Spirit.

Are you up to this challenge?




It was first Silence. Deadly silence.

He could almost hear a pin drop.

From the cliff where he stood, he saw that the valley stretched before him was a white carpet. With brown patches.

As he descended the hill in the wings of the Spirit, he saw the carpet take a three dimensional form. With contours.

White carpet? Hardly.

White carpet – bones, thousands of them. Brown patches – sand.

Did he believe his eyes? Shapes like skulls, breast bones, fists and –

What the…

He stepped down into the valley and was in eye level with the bones. Frowning Skulls, clenched fists, flexed thigh bones across broken hip sockets. They all seemed poised to action, but without a flesh. They were disjointed. Dry. Dead.

He went round them and thought he was seeing faces. Depressed, downcast ones. Who wished they had won the battle that brought them down in this valley.

He probably was unborn when the war was fought and ten when the bald vultures got tired of meat.

His face squeezed in a grimace as desperation rushed through his veins. The gory sight turned his stomach and he felt queasy.

Dry bones in the valley of death.

But before he got overwhelmed with sadness, the master GOD tapped his shoulder and said, “Son of Man, can these bones live?”

Live? Dry bones. How long does it take a human being to decompose to dry bones? Ten years? Twenty? He could have looked it up on Google.

If souls do travel by foot after death, they would have reached their destination long ago. Now to call them back?

I don’t know, he thought. But he knew better than to voice his doubts. So he said, “Master GOD, only you know that.”

Yes. This was the Master GOD, not mere man. This was the One who made a walled highway on the Red sea by the wand of a cane walking stick. This was One who made dresses that grew through the years so His people did not need to swop dresses. It was Him who rained manna from heaven for food. Same God who scolded His people and drew them back to himself.

Only You know that. Only you can know that.

What is death?

Hope lost. Dreams dashed. Heightened expectations crushed.

Being dead is like being in sin, being alienated from God and condemned to the harsh elements of the consequences of iniquity.

Death is what happens to a substance addict who isn’t himself when there is no fix. His sanity and sobriety are dead. His joy is late. He ravages mummy’s drawers, steals her trinkets or dad’s suit pocket for cash so he can fix himself up. Or else –

A dead guy is like a victim of a bad habit like a furious temper. No one knows when he will let rip so everyone plays safe around him. Don’t annoy him or he becomes a big red machine – energetic on the outside but he feels dead within. Self-control, love is dead.

When you set out to execute the bright ideas that pop up in your consciousness, you always meet a dead-end. No matter how hard you try to study for a test, you still flunk it. You manage to keep your head above the water in school, but you know you won’t stay afloat for long. Deadness.

Or those bright ideas are limited by a debilitating physical illness. You can’t help but feel dead and wimpy.

Do you see yourself like the colt tied to the stakes? It has never been used. It has potentials, but still tied. Maybe his owners felt he’s still too small, or has a weakness they do not want to risk exposing.

Like dad and mum does to you – you’re still too small. You stammer or can’t speak your bright ideas in front of a crowd. Potentiated but restricted –more or less dead.

Or you have a fear of failure that makes you fail the test in your mind before even writing it. You’re already dead before you start living.

If it takes years for human bones to decay, it means you’ve had this problem for long.

So Master GOD spoke again: Speak my words to these bones.

Ezekiel spoke God’s words and there was a rustling sound. The bones began to shake and come together.

At first it was bone to bone, then muscles, subcutaneous tissue, ligaments, tendons, skin and hair began to form on the bones. Before He knew it, complete humans were fashioned.

Then He prophesied to the wind – which promptly responded and gave them the breath of life. They lived and became an exceeding great army.

The dry bones became an exceeding great army. Once again.

And for the rest of the day, he walked around dazed because he had seen a miracle.

Yes, what you need is His Word, the very one that created the beautiful universe. The very one that came down, lived among us and saved us. The very one that is ready to make you alive again.

Ezekiel saw a miracle. Do you want to see one?

Then come to the source of the God kind of life. Jesus awaits you at the well.

Scripture: Ezekiel 37, Mark 11:2

Have a great week ahead,