Sunday, May 18, 2008

Judging Caspian




Disney delivers yet another adaptation of Lewis’ adventures with the return of Peter, Susan, Edmond, and Lucy to a post-golden age Narnia where Telmarines threaten the existence of its fabled creatures. The story begins with the flight of young Prince Caspian from his malicious, pseudo-Spanish uncle aspiring to claim the throne for himself, and the land that is a fading Narnia. For the most part, the opening scene is formulaic with the aid of a wise professor, the gallop from treacherous guards across a dark and open vista, and the sudden appearance of rescuing Dwarves, Warwick Davis including. Caspian blows the mysterious horn of Queen Susan in attempt to thwart his foes, which in turn resonates in fifties England where the Pevensie children await their train.

Despite the predictable magic whilrwind of Disney animation, childish humor, Caspian's facial suicide, and plot detours from the original book, the movie manages to exceed the Lion, Witch, and the Wardrobe in entertaining action sequences and the lessons of growing up to deliver a decent, worth the money show. Dialogue is sporadically slow, topped with witless retorts of talking rats, who should have been played by Paul Giamatti, and sprinkled with the ridiculous rolling of r's by none other than the prince of the hour. Lucy, however, manages to captivate audiences once again with her girlish charm, and graceful features while Peter comes swinging full force, desperate to become a man. It seems that these two siblings personify the battle between belief and human rationality, and what it takes, well beyond the eleventh hour, for ordinary kings and queens to become something more.

Aslan's cameos are few and far between, yet there is no doubt he is lord over man and beast, "not a tame lion." For as he states he never does things the same way twice, unhesitatingly drawing the trees out of their lethargy to attack Miraz's army and calling forth an angel of the water to destroy the remaining troops. It's hard to dismiss the similarities to "Fellowship of the Ring's" river scene but if Lewis and Tolkien were friends then perhaps it's not so unimaginative. Some would say that Aslan is a poor digital creation, even a little foo-foo in this film, but he is still the enigmatic, approachable embodiment of love and power and not without poignant weight. Let's hope that Jack Black will not sell more tickets at the box office as this summer's overweight karate panda.

All in all, the movie is what one would expect with the exception of a few dark twists, Hollywood's attempt at spicing up a story for this generation's cynical, anti-hero leanings. But that aside, the cherished language of C.S. Lewis lives on as his heroes and heroines persevere through trial and battle against insurmountable odds while memories of Mr. Tumnus and the beavers echo in the viewer's minds. A family achievement, another step at resurrecting the magic of childhood, perhaps ticking off an observing Jack Lewis from his ethereal library above. See it. It's history now.

Saturday, April 19, 2008

King of the Nations

So here's a link for the latest song Keith's been producing for me. I wanted it to have a tribal feel and it sure does. Check the music section then click on the following song. It's not quite finished...I have a few ideas to set the last chorus apart. But it sounds great nonetheless.

http://wastedpixels.com/music/Amy%20-%20King%20of%20the%20Nations%20

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Bush and the Supreme Court

My dad had two very interesting dreams concerning the president and the upcoming election. But the gist of them were that during Bush's time as this nation's leader he's done more to preserve human life (banning partial birth abortion; reinstating a sense of protection for human life) than any other president since Abraham Lincoln. The nation was divided then during the civil war like it is now and Bush has sacrificed a lot of his reputation to continue on in the way of maintaining freedom for mankind. I'm not saying he hasn't had his share of mistakes however if you can't get on your face and pray for him, you have no right to judge his actions. At the end of my dad's 2nd dream there was an oval room with the number 7752 on a plaque. He googled that number and found the following:

By the President of the United States of America
A Proclamation (7752)

As Americans, we are led by the power of our conscience and the history of our country to defend and promote the dignity and rights of all people. Each person, however frail or defenseless, has a place and a purpose in this world. On National Sanctity of Human Life Day, we celebrate the gift of life and our commitment to building a society of compassion and humanity.

Today, the principles of human dignity enshrined in the Declaration of Independence - that all persons are created equal and possess the unalienable rights to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness - continue to guide us. In November, I signed into law the Partial-Birth Abortion Ban Act of 2003, reaffirming our commitment to protecting innocent life and to a basic standard of humanity - the duty of the strong to defend the weak. My Administration encourages adoption and supports abstinence education, crisis pregnancy programs, parental notification laws, and other measures to help us continue to build a culture of life. By working together, we will provide hope to the weakest among us and achieve a more compassionate and merciful world.

Now, Therefore, I, George W. Bush, President of the United States of America, by virtue of the authority vested in me by the Constitution and laws of the United States, do hereby proclaim Sunday, January 18, 2004, as National Sanctity of Human Life Day. I call upon all Americans to recognize this day with appropriate ceremonies in our homes and places of worship and to reaffirm our commitment to respecting the life and dignity of every human being.

In Witness Whereof, I have hereunto set my hand this fifteenth day of January, in the year of our Lord two thousand four, and of the Independence of the United States of America the two hundred and twenty- eighth.

George W. Bush


Especially for the upcoming election we need to be praying. Dad felt that the Lord gave him a word about Obama and that night was coming. Our generation has a responsibility to speak out against the criticism and accusation against Bush, that no matter what we're called to pray for those in authority, not tear them down. Satan is the accuser of the brethren. Also, we have a responsibility to finish what many people have started in today's prayer movements...reversing Roe v. Wade and seeing that come to a completion. Thirdly, if Obama really is going to be the next president, or has the edge to do so, we need to be on our faces interceding that God's will is accomplished and that His kingdom come in this situation.

On Saturday, April 26th Bound4LIFE and theCall will be mobilizing Christians to gather at supreme courts in all 50 states along with the U.S. Supreme Court in Washington, DC. Would you answer this urgent call to prayer and join with thousands across the nation on this day when we will be holding a simultaneous Silent Siege of every Supreme Court? Coinciding with Passover, the purpose of this day will be to stand in silent prayer before the doors of our justice system and plead the blood of Jesus.

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Do You Hear A Who?

I went to see "Horton Hears a Who" last night and really enjoyed it. It's really a very creative idea, though we all think at some point in our lives "hey, maybe we're a speck in a much larger world, and they're watching us like fish in a fishbowl." At least I've definitely wondered that...but what set it apart for Seuss I think is the fact that he connects those two worlds and they're able to hear and speak to each other. Todays prophets are saying this is a word to the masses concerning abortion and that "a person is a person no matter how small." I totally agree with that angle. But I think for me, the best part was at the end when the Who's are trying to get enough sound out so the large people in that other world can hear them, they start singing "we're here" as loudly and with as much sound as they can. The sound waves start echoing into space, yet there is this barrier there blocking them from penetrating into the other world. Well, the Spirit started to speak to me about worship and how it changes the atmosphere around you. That's why I like singing on the Drill Field and other places b/c where you start sending waves into the air, that place is gonna change. You may not have immediate results but eventually something is gonna break. Back to the movie, the singing is going out into space but still it's not enough to break that barrier. Finally, one boy grabs a funnel and with all his heart, sings into it. That is the final straw. Something breaks in the atmosphere and all that sound goes tumbling into the other world. It's a picture of warring in the heavenlies. People give up too easily when it comes to prayer and worship in the heavenlies when their requests or partitions aren't answered right away. It takes perseverance until you press through that which hinders our voices from being heard and having effect. Like Daniel when he prayed for twenty-one days until Michael awas able to come to him (who had been hindered by the Prince of Persia). It's not that God doesn't want to move on our behalf but sometimes there are forces working to misdirect our praise and prayers. We have to continue on like those Who's...until something breaks.

Monday, March 17, 2008

Tribute to Lost

So far this season "The Constant" has been my favorite episode and I think a lot of people would agree. The themes of time travel, star-crossed soul mates, and lab rats are the perfect mix for edge-of-your seat entertainment. Desmond has slowly grown on me. At first I found him to be a little shifty, a little too undecided on where his loyalties lay, and if he could care about anything other than his own agenda. But hey, that seems to sum up about everyone on the island, lost souls given a second chance to receive the healing they need to live a life worthy to be called a life. Healing that takes place physically as well as emotionally, and puts proper perspective on what really matters. And what I think Desmond has learned the most is that he has what it takes to be the hero Penelope has always seen him as. He's overcome the obstacle of her father, at least partially (though I don't doubt this will be a major theme soon between the two), and the inner demons of self-doubt and failure.

For me, this episode was emotionally packed with the power of redemption and if you only watch one episode this season...this one is it. It's a little early to say, but even with the return of Michael, I can't help but feel "The Constant" has won my heart. However, last week's glimpse into the future has definitely disturbed the masses. Jin dead? I think I felt a tear at that one. Let me know your Lost theories and let's get swept away in the waves of mystery and uncertainty.

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Only Three

This is a really cool doorway in the restaurant, Elements. Clint basically built the entire place along with the visionary and designer whose name I've forgotten. In that room is an art gallery and some couches for waiting.
A neat view from the stairwell...we ate on the top floor. Every little detail was so creative and took a lot of thought.
The horses. I think Bill is there in the middle...the one I rode. Funny, like Bill the pony from "Fellowship of the Ring." He was very laid back and liked to follow Pete, the bigger horse.

Monday, March 10, 2008

Lyons of Judah

So I went to Lyons, Georgia this weekend with Rick and team for a strongholds conference. It was an awesome time, filled with good fellowship, on-point teaching, and alot of counseling. Not that we have anything to offer them that they don't have to offer us, but it's good to be a blessing to each other. They're very strong in creativity and we had the chance to eat in one of the most innovative restaurants that I've ever seen...Elements. Their hospitality and genuine compassion is evident in everything they do. After two days of teaching and counseling Sara and I took a horse back ride across Tom's land, through the river, and over Clint's pine trees. I stayed at his mother's house who is full of life and spunk...called Radovan a mess and Robert Mearns a brain. Like every place you visit and have the opportunity to share Christ, you always leave a part of you there...until the next time you come. We're not so different. Eat Mexican after church, go all out in worship, enjoy five cups o jo when you're moving from session to session, it's nice to see kingsway really shares a similar heart among its bodies. But it's good to be home and maybe I'll post pics soon. Gotta go see my nephew.

Thursday, February 28, 2008

Father' Toolbox


The Father's Toolbox draft 1. Definitely needs some revamping and color but it's a start. For Rick's 8 decade book. I picture some kind of lion on the front of the box and a crazy background which I'll leave to kimbo. I had this crazy dream last night where I was waking people up at my grandma's house cause it was the perfect time to get out of there. A maniac had killed some people and I didn't want to end up on his hit list. But I remember at the end staring at a painting I had done and wondering if I could fit it into my car.

Saturday, February 09, 2008

Blink

So I really don't like reading Christian fiction novels cause usually they're cheesy copies of what's already been written by more imaginative authors. But I gave in and bought a copy of Dekker's revamped novel "Blink of an Eye." The writing is not top notch but the story and action are pretty well developed. It's about this genius guy who starts seeing all possible futures in the events surrounding him and this Muslim princess he's helping. Eventually he can see three hours into the future, pitting him against the NSA's finest minds, and even a little Vegas high rolling. I haven't finished it yet so I won't give away the conclusion but I found this cool little quote in the back of the book he'd written.

Q: How would you describe what it's like to have one of your novels made into a film?

A: They say that writing a novel is like rowing a bathtub across the Atlantic, something I've known to repeat. Making a movie is trying to fly a paper airplane to the moon. Put it in another way, both are like giving birth. I'm a man, how would you know, you ask? I've birthed sixteen novels and I doubt many women could put up with the kind of pain endured with each delivery.

(Well, I don't know about that Dekker, but you've made your point, while admitting you've birthed only sixteen decent babies. I'd like mine to be excellent children, skilled in the ways of the Jedi. ;)

Friday, January 25, 2008

Our Porcelain Gods

So I haven't posted in a while cause I've been busy with this new campus ministry at Tech, among other things. I just finished a great book called Signs of Emergence by Kester Brewin, a challenging and creative read on the emergent church. He works with an alternative worship group called Vaux, a city group of artists who desire to see and release God amidst the chaotic bustle of diverse city life. There are many points he makes which I feel would challenge the status quo in today's church but one I found interesting so as to post here.

They put this up on a wall one day and invited people to their worship time. The statement read, "God is found in the shit." Now, after the aftermath of the expected backlash to such a statement, the truth of the matter began to surface and people began to realize what exactly they were saying. Brewin writes, "It was used after a lot of very intense and careful debate in the group, who decided that its clearly shocking language actually forced us to accept the difficult and profound truth that God really does never leave us, in a way that more polite forms simply could not." As Collins explained, "We struggle with the propriety of putting God and shit in the same sentence. Yet the incarnation brought them into closer contact than that." Brewin goes on to say, "If God can be found here, then we have grounds for genuine hope, regardless of our background and situation, regardless of what we have done..."

I think for some the shock to our minds is exactly what we need. We're so use to concluding that God behaves this way or always does it like that or I can always guess God's next move, when in fact He is completely other-than. The term holy means set-apart, unique, not white robes, not boxes, not predictable formats, not religious answers. If we are to be holy as He is holy then we need to listen and watch for His uniqueness to surface in the dirt of our cities, in the difficulty of life, in the unpredictable movements of seasons and stop dressing up in our white robes, spouting out verses which mean about as much to us as does the next Clive Custler novel.

God is indeed in the shit and if He wasn't, I wouldn't be where I am today, or with a hope of where I'm going. He's always more ugly than we want, more ready to get down on his knees and spit into our images of who we've made him, not to prove himself right and us wrong, but to show us the unlimited vastness of his love for us. I've found that more and more it's about admitting I know very little about it, and hoping he's got the room he needs to show me a little more.

Sunday, January 06, 2008

Courtesy of Sheamus

Singing in Greece. Wish I had smiled more...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nJtyCOhO_eU

Tuesday, January 01, 2008

A Blip from the Archive

The storm did not stop until early dawn but at the first hint of morning, the thunder ceased. The canyon glowed under the rosy sunrise, the last trickles of rainwater washing toward their underground havens. As sunlight crept to mouth of the tiny cave, Ethan forced himself up and out into the crisp air. He scanned the sky above, as the cloud covering receded, and along the cliffs surrounding him. As suspected there was enough mud to build a home with, and walking through it would be tedious.

A frantic scratching caught his attention, coming from a higher ledge on the opposite side of the cliff wall. Pulling the float grapple from his belt, he shot it with precision until it latched onto the helpless target. The metal talons retrieved the lifeless body of a gray hare, its unfortunate predicament beneficial to Ethan’s growling stomach. A bird would have claimed it sooner or later.

Ethan remembered hunting with his father near the shoreline of the Elpis Sea. It was the first time he had ever drawn blood with his own hands. He had been tracking a herd of groek all morning, and through most of the night, when coming to a summit that overlooked the ocean, he saw them, Sailors, trimming the fat off a dead whale. The animal’s cold body lay like a gaping wound, pitifully resigned under the misty sunrise.

His father told him to stay hidden atop the ridge but there were ten, armed seamen and soon he was stumbling down the rocky cliff-side despite his father’s firm protests. He drew his bow back, sending an arrow into the surprised group. One of the Sailors fell to the sand as Ethan prepared another arrow, steadying his hands and sight, adrenaline pumping through him.

His father was already in their midst, parrying two blades with a single dagger, moving around to the sea to protect his back. Whale hunts were forbidden. Out there they could get away with it, but trespassing on Epoxan shores, bringing their catch inland was doubly foolish. But as he adjusted his aim, Ethan could not help pitying those who fell one by one under the guardian’s commandeered sword. They never stood a chance. He let his bow drop, watching the frightened men as life left them.

“Finish what you started,” his father called, leaning over a huddled, sobbing man. “He’ll bleed to death.”

What Ethan had not known was that several miles down shore an ambush was waiting for them. Somehow the rest of the crew had known and it did not take long for them to exact their revenge. Even a great warrior had little chance against thirty men with fishing spears.

Monday, December 10, 2007

Farewells








Today is our last day in Greece before flying off to the places we call home, to resettle into our routines...but not too much I hope. This is the part I hate, though I know we'll see everyone again and probably not too far from now. I don't just like seeing what God has been doing over here, nor just participating in it, but I like becoming part of a family that extends beyond the boundaries and boxes of America. There are so many memorable moments...I've enjoyed traveling with people I consider my closest friends, people I've walked with for many years now. We've all grown up so much and it's cool to see the fruit in their lives. Being in Skopje just six months ago and returning I saw in such a short time things being established and multiplied in the Spirit at such a fast rate that I have a feeling the next time I come I won't even recognize that small army God is raising up. I love those people with all my heart and am honored to be united with them. The church here in Thessaloniki is gonna be one of a kind and I'm grateful that I had the chance to spend time with Tommie and his family. Their work here is unparalleled...their food galactic...their jokes something of revolutionizing...Ok, ok so you all want to come now don't you?

More pictures to come...stayed tuned.

Monday, December 03, 2007

Many Faces

This has been one awesome trip to say the least. It's such a blessing to see firsthand people's lives transformed. I mean I'm talking about someone who doesn't want to live, who's been through so much pain and difficulty that they've tried many times to take their own life. But after the goodness, truth, and power of God touches them, they're set free. It's been an honor to be able to work alongside Rick in counseling, as well as allowing the spirit of prophecy to manifest in several meetings. The people I've met in Greece, Macedonia, and now Serbia are the real deal; warriors after God's heart, pioneers, selfless workers, gracious friends. I hope more and more that God will knit our hearts together for the sake of His purposes. There's so much work to be done here, but He who began a good work is faithful to complete it. Most importantly, I think I've learned that to do all the Father's will is the only thing that matters on this earth. Many times we get so caught up in our destiny, our identity, our future, when we need to realize that it's about others, it's about seeing them healed and released, it's like David said, about completing the Lord's purposes for this time. I haven't really fully grasped that, but slowly this truth is changing my heart, and I pray that my life can truly be a sacrifice for His will.

Monday, November 26, 2007

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Growing Up

The chorus was inspired by my dad, and so the other morning I just felt that well up in me, that I wouldn't, couldn't give up, that my sacrifice of praise meant so much more to the Lord than times when I feel I'm hitting the mark and the glory of God is manifesting itself all over the place. I can't tell you how many times the past couple of months I've told the Lord, you know I just want to grow in this aspect or in this talent. And I've told him maybe I need to go somewhere where I can be more fully trained up in this, as in music and songwriting. Well, maybe that is a season he'll release me in, but for now I feel He's doing something unique...that the areas He wants me to grow in are the areas of my heart and that can't be done anywhere. He's more concerned with my ability to love Him and love others than in how well I can sing or write. So there have been so many tests it's felt like lately, and most of the time I've gotten angry about it instead of seeing them for what they are, chances for His glory to be created in my heart. I feel He's doing such a work on my character and it sucks sometimes, but I'm excited for the eternal weight it'll hold.

I have come to worship my God

I will not give up

I have come with the heart of David

I will not give up

I have come to honor my Love

I will not give up

I have come for Your will, not mine

I will give not up

I have come to be more like You

I will not give up

I have come, Lover of my soul

I will not let go


You’re the Way, You’re the Truth,

You’re the Life I belong to


You’re the Way, You’re the Truth,

You’re the door that I run through

(Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God,

Prince of Peace, Everlasting is Your name)


Peter Gabriel's "Growing Up":

folded in your fleshy purse
i am floating once again
while the muted sounds are pumping rhythm
all the walls close in on me
pressure's building wave on wave
till the water breaks - and outside i go, oh

one dot, that's on or off, defines what is and what is not, one dot
two dot, a pair of eyes, a voice, a touch, complete surprise, two dot
growing up, growing up,
looking for a place to live
growing up, growing up,
looking for a place to live
growing up, growing up,
looking for a place to live

my ghost likes to travel so far in the unknown
my ghost likes to travel so deep into your space

three dot, a trinity, a way to map the universe
three dot
four dot, is what will make a square, a bed to build on, it's all there,
four dot

my ghost likes to travel so far in the unknown
my ghost likes to travel so deep into your space

all the slow clouds pass us by
make the Empire State look high
as you take me in your sea-stained sweetness
it spills, it tingles and it stings
all the pleasure that it brings
'til the door has let the outside inside here

well on the floor thre's a long wooden table
on the table there's an open book
on the page there's a detailed drawing
and on the drawing is the name i took

my ghost likes to travel so far in the unknown
my ghost likes to travel so deep into your space

growing up, growing up,
looking for a place to live
growing up, growing up,
looking for a place to live
growing up, growing up,
looking for a place to live
growing up, growing up,
looking for a place to live

my ghost likes to travel
my ghost likes to travel
moving inside of your space
my ghost likes to travel
my ghost likes to travel
moving inside of your space
my ghost likes to travel
moving inside
my ghost likes to travel
moving inside of your space
my ghost likes to travel
moving inside
my ghost likes to travel
moving inside of your space

the breathing stops, i don't know when
in transition once again
such a struggle getting through these changes
and it all seems so absurd
to be flying like a bird
when i do not feel i've really landed here.

Friday, November 09, 2007

A Bitter Cup of Joe

First business first, my birthday is Sunday and I'll be the ripe old age of 25. No comment...I haven't posted in a while cause time has flown by this month and I look back and wonder where the heck it all went to. I've been too busy, too scattered, and left feeling a little worn out, with some frustration and just a pinch of bitterness. But I spent some time this morning listening to music, my favorite people, and was refreshed by the fact at how much art touches your heart, livens you, even when you have nothing to give back. All you artists out there know how hard it is to finally create something that's been stirring inside of you, to give birth if you will to the small life that's been taking shape within you. It's such a difficult process, such a painful and lonely one, sometimes, but always rewarding. I imagine renowned artists confronting the dark mockery of the ignorant world with swift, sure bullets straight to the heart when in truth it's probably the same for them as it is for us. Somehow you muddle through it, pick yourself up, and keep going. You write a song, make a movie, act a part, paint a picture etc. and the general populace has little knowledge of what it took to get you there...they think to themselves, what a glorious life, to sit on a hill and craft the epic Oddessey. Little do they know you've had to fight Circe, swim against the tide of the Sirens, outsmart the cyclops, transform from a pig to a man. Anyway, that's my spewing for the day...I'm sure I'll apologize tomorrow.

Friday, October 26, 2007

Abiding

How do we live free from the identity which we may find in what we do or what we’re passionate about? How do we move beyond strife, envy, and ambition in the pursuit of our dreams to a more narrow and satisfying gate? For it’s senseless to live from one man approved mountain to the next, trudging through a valley of self-abasement or delusion until we come to the next peak of our great and arduous journey. I, for one, do not want to depend on their words, their measurements, their chains of manipulation to pull me out of a world which is slowly losing its enchantment, slowly transforming from a golden maid to a haggard witch whose control is to make us believe we need her in order to leave our mark. So how do we find that place of contentment in the Father, where His approval, His promotion, His timing is all that we know and desire? As John writes, “Now, little children, abide in Him, so that when He appears, we may have confidence and not shrink away from Him in shame at His coming.” First of all, shame seems to be the antithesis of confidence, the root of our shrinking away. Why would we have shame? Simple, because we are not abiding in Him, because we don’t know Him. I believe abiding is key to our maintaining a steady spirit in the Lord through which we receive our approval, and even through which God receives His. It’s not as though He needs it, but I think He longs to have it all the same, as a father might long to have his son ask for a blessing upon his marriage. When we abide in God, we put to death every voice that says we ought to be doing something; we ought to be running hard after our dreams. To be still and know that He is, that He is fully aware of what we need, of what pressures exist in our lives, of what things we long to achieve, and that He is more than able to accomplish those things. If the process seems to stall, seems to last a little longer than forty years in the desert, we must return to our place of abiding, to entrust ourselves in a secret fold of the Father’s robe where time stops, and the presence of I AM can filter through our decaying mindsets of failure and abandonment. That’s all we need to comprehend, that He is I AM, able to raise the dead because death is nothing more than the talon of the witch’s frustrated finger, weaving fervently her last, desperate spell. But the light of His abiding self, which He chooses to rest on and in us, damages that spell, cuts the talon off even if it’s to grow once more. One day, she will be toothless, fingerless, and mute. And out of her dispossessed body will rise a new earth, one which our full authority and life will be revealed from the seeds of our abiding.

Monday, October 22, 2007

From Grasshoppers to Warriors

I was reading this morning and wondering how the transition happened in Nehemiah when the Jews went from fearful, uncommitted men to builders who carried a sword in one hand and their load in the other. Get the picture, their city is in ruins, burning; they're outcasts returning to a land where they're despised by the provinces that surround them, and Nehemiah calls together a ragtag bunch of ordinary people to rebuild the temple. Talk about insurmountable odds...they get their supplies from the land around them, at one point Nehemiah can't travel any further because the debris is so high that he has to climb over on foot. So they start rebuilding the wall that will enclose the temple and immediately encounter opposition. It starts off as mockery and slander to their work but then it moves into actual death intentions. Those who didn't want the temple rebuilt planned to sneak in and kill the workers. Nehemiah gets revelation about this, prays, and God tells him to set up watchmen along the wall with swords and spears and bows, day and night. This is a picture of the tabernacle of David already; they didn't need a building. Day and night worship, intercession, and warfare. They could've run away but instead they went aggressively for the plans of God. Still, fear creeps in and is a bigger enemy than the actual people who wish to disrupt the plans. Nehemiah "sees" this and tells them: "Do not be afraid of them; remember the Lord who is great and awesome, and fight for your brothers, your sons, your daughters, your wives and your houses." This is where you see the transition. They begin to carry their weapons with them as they work. God has made warriors out of them, casting fear out of their lives so that they can keep moving forward. They're to receive revelation about who God is and to act on it. Nehemiah is very good at connecting worship with action. Fear was the thing making them seem small and insignificant but God had a plan that needed accomplishing.