Finally did it.
Made a tumblr.
And am posting on it? This isn’t real life.
No, no. It is.

Doing this reminds me of making my first LiveJournal post, and how long it took me to do that. And it ended up just being LOST IS MY LIFE. Which I could say isn’t true anymore, but I mean, a reminder of LOST is tattooed forever on my body as of recently, so, it’s true.

And I would never want it to not be true!

There may or may not be a not-so-random plug for LOST in every tumblr post I do ever. And I am not ashamed of that.

As for what is actually going to happen here, who knows. I’m working on becoming a Starbucks gold member, so it’s something to do while I warm my soul with the happiness that comes in these white, environmentally friendly 12-20oz cups.

But really, what will happen here.

Well here’s me.
I’m Bill.

A brother,

friend,

student,

lover,

son,

LOSTie,

maaaaan,

ambassador of Heaven!

I’m a student at Bethel School of Supernatural Ministry, and LOVE it. Love it, love Jesus, love these people. Love bringing Heaven to earth. HATE religion. But really, hate it. More than a little bit. I try to look a little more like Jesus every day, and the only way I’m getting any closer is love, not rules, judgment, or any of that silly religion. So a lot of what I might blog-a-log will very likely be a recounting of radical supernatural occurrences that I am so blessed to witness. I have a blog that I started on wordpress but it won’t be going anywhere anymore, because I’m going to use this more long-term. http://billsatbethel.wordpress.com/ is that. It only has three or four posts, but that lets you know a little bit of what is up.

Random Story Time!

This will wrap things up. The school I am attending sends out the students all over the world on missions trips in March, and ten of those trips are in the US. One of those ten is to travel to Gadsden, Alabama to minister at a residential rehabilitation clinic called The Bridge.
First off, the fourteen of us who were on this trip were hosted by families who attend a church in Gadsden called the Gadsden Vineyard Church. And all of our families were such a blessing. There isn’t much like southern hospitality, and that’s a fact. Every meal we had could have easily fed seventy people. But that’s besides the point.

At The Bridge we hung out with guys ages 14-18 who were a part of the 45 or 90 day program there. And I say hung out, because, that’s really what they needed. These guys grew up believing all these lies about who they are. About who they can’t be, and that what they do and have done defines them. Even if we did not do any inner-healing ministry or prayer, hanging out with them and prophesying over them their true identity, and how God sees them would have satisfied my hunger to see those guys’ lives changed. Especially in a facility like they were in where they get treated and spoken towards based upon what they have done, not who they are. And I thank God for dreams, destinies, and identities realized that week. But more specifically, there was one guy who came the last day we were there. He didn’t come to any of the group sessions earlier that week, and after meeting I soon found out that it was because, in his words,

“I already know God’s mad at me, and I didn’t need y’all to tell me that.”

So there it was, one of the things I hated the most, religion. And God put it right in front of me for Him and me to tear down. And tear it down we did.

In what took some of the guys the whole week to do, this guy did in an hour and a half.

And that was open up.

After it clicked that God wasn’t mad at him, and how God does actually see him, he was more than happy to share any and everything with me. I was amazed at how easily sharing personal conflicts and obstacles and past hurt came to him. But then I remembered. God was in this. And He was in the mood to be known, so he supernaturally invaded, made the trust and comfort levels peak between me and the young guy, (Not using names for obvious reasons), and I was given a word of knowledge (meaning God gave me information I didn’t know previously about his life) about his friend who he had seen shot and killed before being admitted into the program, and the pain and guilt that was associated with that happening.

That and several other things that came up were prayed through and healed by the end of the time we had together. God radically changed him that day. Within an hour and a half he went from, “I know God’s mad at me,” to, “Why wasn’t I coming all this week? Thank you so much for showing me what God thinks about me.”

That right there, is what the whole trip was about. Every person has a deep inner desire to be known. To just know that somebody knows them, and loves knowing them. And that happened for these guys at The Bridge.

Well, random story time ever.
Join us next time for LOST memories, God’s love, random Bill-stories, and grass-fed grass.
This post is four-thousand years long, so I have GOT to wrap it up soon.

By soon I mean now.

Neeeeeeeow.