For seven years I was a lifeguard. Not like a Baywatch lifeguard or Wendy Peffercorn, but like a 18 year-old college student with leathered skin in a one piece bathing suit. I sat in a lifeguard tower watching over people, ever-ready to rescue or resuscitate those who were drowning.

If you have ever performed rescue breathing or CPR, you know the desperation you feel as you cup your mouth over theirs and push oxygen from your lungs to theirs. As you empty yourself—the essence of life that is in you—into a lifeless being, you actually see transformation. Their chest rises with life as you breathe into them and when they come to consciousness, they are fully awake.

No, not like they are waking from a nap, but like a rousing inhale of breathing for the first time by themselves.

As a lifeguard, your responsibility is to ensure that people thrive in life and this weekend, that’s what I want.

  • I have seen women choking on life, gasping for breath.
  • I have seen women lifeless and listless, waiting for breath to reenter their being.
  • I have seen women in a spiritual coma artificially breathing, but unable to sustain it themselves.

This weekend in a corner of East Los Angeles, California we are going to open God’s word and allow the Spirit of the Living God to breathe into us. There will not be decorations. There won’t be hanging Edison lights. There won’t be flowers or smoke machines or spot lights. It’ll just be a stripped down time of conversations, communion, and a HOLY GHOST PARTY. [No, f’real, we will be praying down the blessings of heaven for those who are sick, hurting, in need, or simply just want God to speak to them regarding life, love, and the pursuit of happiness.]

If you think I’m anti-themed parties and decor, you’re wrong. If I could have one million chandeliers, a lighting rig, and a menagerie at our gathering this weekend, I WOULD. I’m tacky. We all know this. But ultimately it boils down to keeping the main thing the main thing [Jesus, yay!] and the cost low enough just to cover the basics [budget, boo!].

Speaking of budget, someone left a lovely little comment on the blog about what a shame it is that I’m charging for the Holy Spirit. To which I snorted. Let’s be clear, friends: We’re not charging for the Holy Spirit, we’re charging so you can have a breakfast and lunch while being taught by the next generation of church leaders and culture shapers. And just so we’re clear, I don’t get paid one penny to do this event. My calling is to build the church, teach the gospel, preach the good news, and hear God’s voice… whether or not I get paid. 

Today is the last day you can signup for $25, so if you haven’t signed up but would like to, call the church office [323-724-8464] and you can pay with credit card or signup at the door ($30). Doors open at 8:30am and we hope to see you there!

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