Earlier this year, my Circuit Rider brothers and me spent a day riding bikes through D.C. I’ve been there a few times before but I made some new discoveries on that trip that have stuck with me. For example, I didn’t know that America’s Third President, Thomas Jefferson, was not just a brilliant philosopher, inventor, and the principle author of the Declaration of Independence, but he was also a master at raising geese. Why did he raise geese? Because Jefferson knew his role in fueling the revolution and laying the foundation of a new nation required his pen. The goose feather of Jefferson’s day provided the best quill pens. So, Jefferson became a fine raiser of geese with a continual supply of pens to shape history. That stirred me to ask myself this question, “What are you doing to steward and resource your role in devotional revolution and the framing of the Kingdom of Yahweh in the hearts of men? We all can appreciate Jefferson’s pen but can we value the mundane preparation of feeding geese everyday?”
I’m still answering that question. Not that it’s hard to figure out, it’s that you have answer it everyday. It’s a simple thing, actually, like raising geese. I’m sure it’ll look different for each of us depending on our role. I start in secret communion with the Holy Spirit. That spills over into my marriage. Then I remember John Wesley’s quote, “I learned more about Christianity from my mother than all the theologians in England,” and the communion between my wife and I spills over into our daughter and spiritual sons and daughters. I start with Christ in the home, loving God and neighbor, and raising geese in my own backyard.
What else am I doing to fuel devotion? I had a dream in which a massive angel threw down new journal on my desk and said, “You must write from the fire of first-love, write from awakening, write from Song of Solomon 8:5-7.” I don’t know what all that means (I have a thought or two on that – wilderness, bride, prisoner of love, etc). At the very least, I knew I should start a new journal. So, I got a brand new Colonel Littleton Journal.
If you don’t know the Colonel, well, he don’t play when it comes to “fine accouterments.” Its made out of American Buffalo and it just makes me feel like a grown man. I know it’s expensive for a journal. For years, I’ve written in cheap moleskin journals. I don’t mind that at all. When I got my journal in the mail I told my daughter, “Mia, this journal will last forever and will be passed down to you and someday, to your children.”
So there I was, first day of December 2016, journal open and ready to write. I wanted to start by looking back over the year and rehearsing before the Lord all the wonderful memories we made together. But the goose feather wouldn’t move. I sat there staring at the page in silence saying within, “Where in the world do I begin? I didn’t know it could be this good.” I’ve written thousands of papers in school where I sat there in silence because I had nothing to say. This was silence because I had too much to say.
I am speechless at His goodness. I can’t speak of the greatest revival service because they just get better. I can’t speak of the best day in devotion because that gets easier and easier. I can’t think of the best day in my marriage this year because I’d just have to keep saying, “Today, today was the best day.” What’s crazier still is I can’t figure out the formula. There is no formula. There is only face-to-face communion with Yahweh by His Spirit.
This is how I know revolution is happening; it’s in my home. Its raising geese in my own backyard. There’s my daily contribution. I’m sharing that with you through this weak little article. That’s how it happens. Revolution spreads on goose feathers. Seemingly simple little things shape history. All it takes is a good Mother, a Godly Dad, or a generous boss managing his business in the fear of the Lord. It takes a good Shepherd. How are you stewarding the inward flame? Is your life of devotion spreading to others? Friend, find the Lord Most Passionate in this hour. See His glad heart as a fountain of desire filled with loving-kindness to pour on you and your home until you too are speechless at His goodness.
I’ll get to journaling later. For now, I’m just going to grin and stare at this beautiful American Buffalo hide.