I deleted the post that I published yesterday. I started that post a few days before but around 4am. I couldn’t sleep, so I ended up erasing it all and writing something different, and publishing it from my phone. The problem is, what you received was the incomplete first draft that I thought I’d erased. So here goes round two. 🙂
When I’d moved to NJ from DC, I was a staunch word of faith girl. You couldn’t tell me anything. My goal was to pretty much find my church in DC, here in NJ, and live happily ever after. Of course, that’s not at all how things went. Over around 7 years or so, we went up and down NJ and NY, visiting churches. Some, we stayed at for months, others, weeks and some, we visited once. Although I didn’t realize I was prophetic, I knew God always told me definitively what church I was to join as a member. He said nothing as we visited these churches, but I tried to make a few of the churches work. Eventually, I saw how silly it all was and just gave up. We stayed home and worshiped and studied the Bible and attended whatever church related events we were invited to. We were believers without a home base. At first I was upset about it but after a while, I began to hear from God more regularly, for myself.
I began to realize that I didn’t need someone to tell me what God was saying for me, I could hear from Him myself. As I read the Bible, things that I had seen so many times before, jumped off the pages at me as something totally new and different. It was amazing.
Then, I began to miss what I had growing up in church, community. I felt confident that I could hear from God for myself and others, still not realizing that was prophecy, lol, but I missed people. I love people. So, after visiting The Holy Land experience in Orlando, FL, I began to ask God for the community I longed for.
Here’s the thing, God is a total show off. To say that He gave me more than I bargained for is a gross understatement. In this moment, I have to chuckle and admit, that He never did give me the church I wanted. He did so much more. He gave me Heaven’s Invasion. Heaven’s Invasion is nothing like any church I have ever seen or heard about, other than the first century one in the Bible. In fact, it isn’t a church. It’s not a business at all. It’s a regional gathering of believers. It’s a place where Holy Spirit is Boss. Where our pastor who we simply call Russ, is famous for saying that he isn’t in charge and asks, “What’s God saying?”
The mic is always open, it is never policed, and because we can all hear from God, people coming up to share what they see, hear, or sense, is a regular occurrence. There are flags and dancing. The worship is literally intoxicating. Angelic visitations as well as our resident angels fill the place every Sunday. Prophecy and healing and miracles flow freely there. In fact, when you come for the first time, you are bombarded with prophetic words from God that leave you feeling so loved and important to us and to God, because the truth is, you are.
Heaven’s Invasion is a very different place. Firstly, we meet Sunday nights at 6pm. Then, instead of starting with praise and worship, we start with the preaching/teaching, saving the best part for last. No two Sundays are ever the same there. One of my favorite things is that although we are a group of prophets, evangelists, teachers, pastors and apostles, you won’t hear anyone putting their function in front of their name. It just doesn’t matter. Everyone understands that those offices are simply functions. Just as my husband doesn’t go by Air Traffic Controller Jermaine, there is an understanding that you simply do the job, there is no need for a title. Jesus never stressed the importance of titles. Because everyone is shedding old mindsets that are a result of the orphan spirit, we all agree that our favorite title/position is that of sons and daughters. That is what Jesus modeled.
The best part of Heaven’s Invasion though, is the love. My friend said, “Heaven’s Invasion is not a church, it is a family.” She also said that she and her husband were really impacted by the obvious love that abounds there. This is a place where there are no cliques, no hierarchy, no made up “office of the elder” (I mentioned the five fold offices above, better yet, see Ephesians 4:11), it’s just sons and daughters coming together and man… It is beautiful. I have never been to a place like this before. Never imagined it could exist, but it does. We all chat daily, we go out to eat together, this weekend, there was even a sleepover! Together, we are doing what Jesus did and called us to do. Just today, we received a video message from a guy who had Leukemia. We have prayed with and for him, some of us visited him in the hospital. We commanded sickness to leave his body and today, he sent us a video saying that the doctors can find no cancer in his blood any longer. Hallelujah!!!
I am so overjoyed to be a part of this family. The people here are truly my family in every sense of the word. My prayer is that more gatherings that truly exemplify the heart and nature of Jesus become more popular than the more common modern day pharisee movement we see happening. I would love to see the places that hold such great significance in seating arrangements, costumes, titles and degrees, fade away. I would love to see the bride of Christ arise, shed this orphan spirit that permeates so many facets of the Church, and be content with being sons and daughters, knowing that this is the best position ever and is without a doubt, more than enough.