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Worship with Chris Tomlin at the Prayernight of the 24-7-Prayer- Global Conference in St. Stephen's Cathedral Vienna. 🕜🔊🌐 #stephansdom #247prayer #wien #österreich #globalconference #petegreig #vison #worship #christomlin #ccm #concert #music #worshipmusic #livemusic #cathedral #architecturelover #lightdesign #catholic #katholisch #christianmusic #igersvienna #wienblogger #viennasights #musik #tfl #votd #follow

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A prayer room is not some giant spiritual vending machine: Just put in enough money and you're guaranteed a can of Coke. A prayer room is first and foremost a living room- a place where the Father waits for His children to come and climb into His loving arms. It's a place where we can experience peace so that we can make peace later; a place where we can accept forgiveness so that we can live our lives as priests at work; a place where we receive our Father's acceptance so that we can love even those who laugh at us later in the day.

Red Moon Rising / Pete Greig

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Thanking God for his overwhelming vote of confidence, I began to wonder what the Jericho metaphor might mean in practice... God is not a mindless dispenser of demolition techniques; He is looking for relationship with those who dare to trust Him against all other odds

Red Moon Rising / Pete Greig

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The Vision – by Pete Greig

So this guy comes up to me and says:

“What’s the vision? What’s the big idea?”

I open my mouth and words come out like this:

The vision?

The vision is JESUS – obsessively, dangerously, undeniably Jesus.

The vision is an army of young people.

You see bones? I see an army.

And they are FREE from materialism.

Laugh at 9-5 prisons.

They could eat caviar on Monday and crusts on Tuesday.

They are people who write their addresses in pencil mobile like the wind, belonging to the nations.

and wonder at their strange existence. They are free yet they are slaves of the hurting and dirty and dying.

What is the vision?

A love that loves people away from their suicide leaps

This is an army that will lay down its life for the cause.

A million times a day its soldiers choose to loose, that they might one day win the great ‘Well done’ of faithful sons and daughters.

Such heroes as radical on Monday morning as Sunday night. No need of fame from names. Instead they grin quietly upwards and hear the crowds chanting again and again: “COME ON!”

And this is the sound of the underground The whisper of history in the making Foundations shaking Revolutionaries dreaming once again Mystery is scheming in whispers Conspiracy is breathing… This is the sound of the underground

And the army is disciplined. Young people who beat their bodies into submission. The tattoo on their back boasts “for me to live is Christ and to die is gain”.

And the generation prays

like a dying man

with groans beyond talking, with warrior cries, sulphuric tears and with great barrow loads of laughter! Waiting. Watching: 24 – 7 – 365.

Breaking the rules. Shaking mediocrity from its cosy little hide.

Laughing at labels, fasting essentials.

Laying down their rights and their precious little wrongs,

The advertisers cannot mould them. Hollywood cannot hold them.

Peer-pressure is powerless to shake their resolve at late night parties before the cockerel cries.

  They are incredibly cool, dangerously attractive

Inside

On the outside? They hardly care. They wear clothes like costumes to communicate and celebrate but never to hide. Would they surrender their image or their popularity? They would lay down their very lives – swap seats with the man on death row. A throne for an electric chair.

With blood and sweat and many tears, with sleepless nights and fruitless days, they pray as if it all depends on God and live as if it all depends on them.

  Their DNA chooses JESUS. He breathes out, they breathe in. Their words make demons scream in shopping centers flea.

Don’t you hear them coming?

Herald the weirdo’s! Summon the losers and the freaks. Here come the frightened and forgotten with fire in their eyes. They walk tall and trees applaud, skyscrapers bow, mountains are dwarfed. Their prayers summon the hounds of heaven and invoke the ancient dream of Eden.

  And this vision will be. It will come to pass; it will come easily; it will come soon.

  How do I know?

Because this is the longing of creation itself,

the groaning of the Spirit, the very dream of God.

My tomorrow is his today. My distant hope is his 3D. And my feeble, whispered, faithless prayer invokes a thunderous, resounding, bone-shaking great ‘Amen!’ from countless angels, from hero’s of the faith, from Christ himself. And he is the original dreamer, the ultimate winner.

  Guaranteed.