Vision (from http://burn24-7.com)
We are a global community and tribe on a journey pursuing His presence and His face. We are burning and believing for our families, communities, cities and nations to be reformed and transformed by His lasting and sustaining glory in our midst.
BURN 24-7 carries the Amos 9:11 and Acts 15:16 Davidic calling to “rebuild again the Tabernacle of David” so that the “rest of humanity may seek the Lord.” Our vision is simply to answer the cry of God throughout the history of humanity for a “resting place” (Isaiah 66) to be established so His Spirit can collide with a broken humanity. This is a beautiful place where His body gathers in a spirit of unity to release a 24-7-365 indigenous expression of vertical worship and adoration. From these furnaces of intimate love, fiery intercession can be released to rule, govern and establish righteousness in the nations of the earth. Our primary reason to create and release an expression of night and day worship is because HE ALONE IS WORTHY TO RECEIVE IT. We gather from across denominational lines and ethnic boundaries to build an altar where the fire of our burning love will not go out until the return of Jesus to the earth. We join with the song and sound of Heaven and those ministering night and day around the throne to cry out: “Holy, Holy. Holy is the Lord God Almighty!” We believe that as we model this activity and expression of Heaven, we will see the reality of the kingdom of Heaven collide with Earth in our communities, regions and nations in a real and supernatural way. Only in a posture of beholding Him, can we hope to become like Him to the rest of the world. As we obey and respond to the first commandment of Jesus to “love the Lord your God with all your heart” we are compelled by His love and goodness to “love your neighbor as yourself” and walk in supernatural signs and wonders carrying His presence into every sphere of society and culture.
The following is by Pete Greig:
“The words of ‘The Vision’ got written late one night on the wall of the first ever 24-7 Prayer Room. ‘It wasn’t a big deal’, says Pete Greig, ‘… just a very personal thing – trying to work out the call on my life and why I was awake at 3AM praying when sane people are all tucked up in bed!’”
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. They laugh at 9-5 little prisons. They could eat caviar on Monday and crust on Tuesday. They wouldn’t even notice. They are mobile like the wind; they belong to the nations. They need no passport. People write their addresses in pencil and wonder at their strange existence. They are free yet they are slaves of the hurting and the dirty and the dying.
What is the Vision? The vision is holiness that hurts the eyes. It makes children laugh and adults angry. It gave up the game of minimum integrity long ago to reach for the stars. It scorns the good and strains for the best. It is dangerously pure. Light flickers from every secret motive, every private conversation. It loves people away from their suicide leaps, their Satan games.This is an army that will lay its life for the cause. A million times a day its soldiers choose to lose that they might one day win the great “Well Done, faithful sons and daughters.” Such heroes are as radical on Monday mornings as Sunday night. They don’t need fame from names. Instead they grin quietly upwards and hear the crowds chanting again and again, “Come on!” And the army is disciplined. Young people who beat their bodies into submission. Every soldier would take a bullet for his comrade at arms. The tattoo on their back boasts, “For me to live is Christ and to die is gain.” Sacrifice fuels the fire of victory in their upward eyes. Winners. Martyrs.
Who can stop them? Can hormones hold them back? Can failure succeed? Can fear scare them or death kill them? And the generation PRAYS like a dying man with groans beyond talking, with warrior cries, sulfurous tears and with great barrow loads of laughter! Whatever it takes, they will give. Breaking the rules. Shaking the mediocrity from its cozy little hide. Laying down their rights and their precious little wrongs, laughing at labels, fasting essentials. The advertisers cannot mold 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 a costume to communicate and celebrate but never to hide.
Would they surrender their image or popularity? They would lay down their very lives – swap seats with the man on death row – guilty as hell. An electric chair for a throne. 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 subconscious sings. They’ve had a blood transfusion with Jesus. Their words make demons scream in shopping centers.
Don’t you hear them coming? Herald the weirdos! Summon the losers and the freaks. Here comes the frightened and forgotten with the fire in their eyes. They walk tall and trees applaud, skyscrapers bow, mountains are dwarfed by these children of another dimension. 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 “Amen!” from countless angels, from heroes of the faith, from Christ himself.
And he is the original dreamer, the ultimate winner.
Guaranteed.
