Bobbi Meets Bethel

"What you know, can keep you from what you need to know, if you don't remain a novice."

-Bill Johnson

Mystery is consuming me and it's why I'm so in love with God. When I encounter more it only shows me how much less I see. It's a shovel called hunger and I labor with it to dig, dig truth.

School started today and I don't have it categorized, sorted, or grasped, but I encountered my day there and I'll splurt excerpts.

The room. Four hundred people. Buzz. Sorting. Buzz. Movement. Anticipation. Self-conciousness. Buzz. Everything that can be expected for a first day of school, plus undercurrents. Clearly everyone travailed over their outfit that morning. Who am I?

The second years are with us in the beginning as we are welcomed. The alumni is absolutely combustible with passion, and the first years are clearly ignited but unpoised. There is a culture of honour cultivated in this place that astonishes me. I find it purely attractive. Honour.

There is the nuance of flavor in the motions but it is truly a derivitive of the heart.

We honour people because we are honourable. Honour aligns with inheritance. Family.

Leaders stood and introduced themselves and the year. Kris Valloton called us to engage, especially our minds, to challenge and chew. And Bill Johnson, he doesn't warn you, your brain just instantly begins to boil to explosion. It's great though.

The most precious and bizarre moment of my day was this: Bill just finishes speaking, and then begins to pray to conclude. I open my hands on my knees in a gesture of receiving. They're covered in gold dust. And oil. And there's no other way to say it except that it began to grow and increase as I looked at it. Oil was leaking from my hands, and gold sparkles kept multiplying and then spreading up to my elbows.

Jaimee and Laura, two friends of mine from Canmore, Alberta, also attending the school were seated on each side of me. Jaimee began to notice my hands and was ecstatic but trying to keep quiet because Bill was still praying. Laura then started checking out her hands and they were naked, she looked at them about twenty seconds later, and they were glittering. As we watched the glitter intensified. And it stayed for hours, until I wore it off.

It's happened to me at least twice before while I was praying at my Red Deer home with Jim and Danielle, just not this extremely.

I have no explanation or formula.

Miracle. A sign that makes you wonder.