He just won't let me sit.

The hotel I work or doesn’t want front desk workers to sit. So, on my first day I stood for many hours (my shift is from 7am-3pm). Funny enough, my last job (Outback) required me to walk for several hours serving customers their Bloomin’ Onions. Working class America just won’t let me sit.

Yes, I started working at a hotel today. The Marriott Springhills Suites in Colorado Springs. Working a job like this is not my ideal—it’s not what I was put on this Earth to do, but I am doing it. For the last year, I’ve been living full time occupational ministry, and that’s not changing. My schedule and position in my church staff is increasing, and now I’m adding this job to it. It’s going to be a lot of work, but it’s worth it.

Many things are changing around me. My roommates just got back from the middle east and we’ve renewed our vision, along with the staff, for Generation Church. Some amazing things are happening. We have our first off campus seeker-targeted service on October 29th, so please keep us in prayer. Our church congregation just finished a 90 day assignment to cancel everything that we are doing to worship our LORD. We didn’t have services for three months. I led the last two Generation Church services and that was a real honor. In last week’s service, some students received the baptism of the Holy Spirit and Fire. Others began flowing in a gift of intercession and prayed for the nation and the nations for about an hour. I never got to preach my sermon, but was grateful to facilitate what the LORD was doing in the service.

I never know when the LORD is about do something crazy. Well, sometimes I do. Last Thursday, I went to a cool missions gathering, where missionaries from all over the world assembled to share their stories through video and music. It took place in a bar in Denver. At the event, this girl said the moment I entered the room she was attracted to my “anointing” and had to talk to me. She and a friend approached my group and we began to talk. It wasn’t awkward at all, and before she told me why we were talking, I began to prophesy to her. Turns out the prophesies were relevant (she mentioned as her eyes watered) and that she was one of the organizers of the event. At that point, she told me that she had wanted to talk to me ever since I walked into the room. Two days before that, I spent six hours talking with a world renown missions strategist, Fred Market, and that was unexpected and provoking. I feel like the LORD is about do something crazy—crazier than me working at a hotel.. The LORD is doing great things because He is great, and it seems He doesn't want me to sit when there's a world that needs me to stand.

Peace out,