The Original Wild Man

I can still hear it clearly, the day someone was praying with me and declared over me that it was okay for me to be free. She literally called me a ‘wild man’. At first, I was like ‘whoa, that’s weird’. But then the decree settled in. I allowed the words to sink deep into my hearts soft tissue, the place that was not being taken care of well enough. It began to ring, low and steady at first. But as the words began to be revealed to me more and more that resonance became the only thing I could hear when I pressed the ears of my soul into the heart of my spirit. “YOU ARE WILD, YOU’RE A WILD MAN….AND I LOVE YOU FOR IT”. That’s something I hear when I turn my attention to the Lord, my Father. But yet still, even with all of that truth I know that I could not be who I am without the One who made me! This all took place 7-8 years ago. And now, this theme re-emerges: There is a lion inside that has been tamed for far too long, it’s time to unleash and uncage what God designed to be fierce. What I needed to do was watch and learn and get inspiration from the the Teacher.

Enter, stage center: The Original Wild Man. Jesus is His English name. But I prefer, at least lately, to address Him as the Wild One. He is the one who sees me, who knows me. I understand, this may not resonate with a lot of people….and that’s perfectly fine. We all have our own ways and preferences. And I know God pursues us all in unique ways. Here’s one example of how the Lord seeks me and speaks to me: I was in Colorado earlier this year and I came over a mountain pass somewhere between Vale and Aspen, I heard the Wild One whisper to me: “I’ve called you and made you to be Wild with me and Wild for me”. I was on my own on that highway, but I knew His presence in that moment was more real than the steering wheel of the 2019 RAM Rebel I was driving. He came to me, in a moment that He orchestrated and timed perfectly. The valley below me, the raging river to my left, a massive wall of rock to my right, the road ahead. The scene was set, and I responded with a gratitude unbeknownst to me before. I felt so small, yet so powerful. I felt wanted and approved of. God was showing me something that He made. A tame God couldn’t make that. His fierce mastery was on display, for only me to see (at least in that moment). He commanded the water to flow there. He sculpted that mountain to shear off just the way it was. He created the men and women who built the highway right through that mountain range. The Wild One was now driving me further and more exuberantly into this adventure. I saw and felt a side of God I’d never seen before in my 34 years of life.

Here’s the thing: Jesus was many things. Lovely, beautiful, witty, profound, genius. But when I read some of the old stories, He was Ferocious. He was not tame. He was and is Wild. He turned the water to wine. He healed the leper. He had the bravado to enter the wilderness for 40 days…without food. He defeated the demons. He contested the pharisees and sadducees and rabbis of His day. He charged into the pit of Hades and snatched the keys. He is fearless. Jesus, in more modern terms, is a boss.

So, to Him, I submit this blog. I pray His anointing and blessing on the words of this site. I pray protection over the minds and hearts of those beautiful people who stumble on this page. Come, Lord Jesus, come.