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Reflections on @stickyJesus: Chapter 6

January 21, 2011 By Sandra Heska King

If we will let Him, Christ will do in us and through us that which He did in and through the committed believers after Pentecost. The potential is ours. Do we dare believe that the faithful Christian believers may yet experience a great new wave of spiritual power? ~A.W. Tozer

“He [the Holy Spirit] is the Power Source that will keep your heart fixed and ministry fruitful. He makes your life and God’s Word sticky to the rest of the world. So don’t log on without Him. The only catch? You have to plug in the Source if you want the juice.” ~@stickyJesus

I have this vision of a rushing river. It’s dark and muddy, almost black in spots. Sometimes it spins out of control into a huge vortex that swallows anything that enters. Occasionally, I see more clear water, a sliver of light, a flicker, sometimes overcome by the churning, sometimes sucked under. Dark springs enter along the river banks and join the flow.

“It’s impossible to reach the sacred places of people’s hearts if your own heart is inaccessible to the spirit of God.” ~@stickyJesus

But then I see other streams, white, bubbling into the river. They seem alive, and sparks dance on the waves. Wider and wider ribbons of light lace the waters and penetrate some of the dark places where the water calms.

“The Holy Spirit is your first, last, and most important connection.” ~@stickyJesus

And I hear music, many notes mingling together, a joyful noise that rises higher and higher above the river creating fountains of exploding colors.

I wonder what the light streams are, and someone answers, “Those are Christ followers, digital scribes, who have plugged into the Light Source, the Holy Spirit, before entering the river’s current. As you can see, they create change in the river because they remain connected upstream. The slivers and flickers? Well, those are also Christ followers who failed to connect. They carry the light for a little while, but then they are overcome by the turbulence.”

“A heart alert and handed over to the Holy Spirit can change exactly everything.” ~@stickyJesus

There are other light streams flowing toward the river, but some sputter before they enter the current or swirl back upstream. I hear static and discordant sounds.

“Those,” says my friend, “are Christ followers who are afraid to enter the river. They are connected to the Source, but they don’t yet fully trust that Light in them. They have not realized that they are fearfully and wonderfully made to share the Light in their own way, with their own God-given voice. They have not grasped the beauty of their own song that blends in harmony with the other streams, and see–the river remains darkened where the streams’ mouths are shut.”

“Ask the Spirit to help you find your own personal brand balance online . . . Show your freckles. Share your pain. “Fearfully and wonderfully made” (Psalm 139:14, NIV) means just that. In an online culture that aspires to cultivate real connection, showing up in anyone else’s skin but your own would be futile…not to mention fraudulent. So trust the person of Christ and keep it real.” @stickyJesus

And so it is with us as we venture into the Online River, where we as Christ followers, as His missionaries, need to be.

Joining Michelle Sarabia and others as we walk through this book together.


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  1. S. Etole says

    January 21, 2011 at 10:57 am

    Being authentic in the midst of a tumultuous world …

    It’s a difficult assignment at times.

    • Sandra says

      January 22, 2011 at 5:59 pm

      Often. Yes.

  2. seekingpastor says

    January 21, 2011 at 2:29 pm

    He will lead us if we will let him–even/especially on-line. Good words.

    • Sandra says

      January 22, 2011 at 6:01 pm

      Lead and protect. Thanks.

  3. claire says

    January 21, 2011 at 6:50 pm

    wow i love it! love the imagery of the river of life! that really got into my heart!

    • Sandra says

      January 22, 2011 at 6:02 pm

      😀 😀

  4. Lynn Mosher says

    January 21, 2011 at 10:53 pm

    Another great post! Awesome dream!

    • Sandra says

      January 22, 2011 at 6:02 pm

      Thanks, Lynn! 🙂

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