Aaron Brewer

The Waters

brewdawg — Thu, 11 Aug 2011 15:28:35 +0000

Seven seas arise and take upon you the wind of God. Flow where He commands you to flow. Drown out every other love that is not Jesus. Let the beast of the sea consume the wicked one and carry him to the blackest of depths of the sea. O seas that you would become one! How the Father stands over His waters and longs for them to come together! Water was never meant to be separate says the Lord! O small streams you are not insignificant! For you quench the thirst of your influence and that is what I have called you to do. O mighty waters do not grow proud of your depth! Understand that you hold what I have called you to hold. Let the rivers flow! O river your sound echoes in the heavens. Remember O waters that you all flow from the same origin! I am The Origin! I am your depth! I am in your flow! Now I saw arise and take upon you the Wind of the Holy One. Go forth into the lands that are dry and weary and flow upon them! Take with you the fish of the sea and feed their bellies. I am about to take every drop of water on the Earth and raise it up to become one. I shall make a wall of water that no man has ever seen! It shall reach the heights of the heavens and all will know that I am the Lord!

8-11-11

Underneath

brewdawg — Wed, 25 May 2011 15:18:00 +0000

Heart pumping, veins bulging, eyes shot, brain bursting, blood dripping, fist clinched I press on toward the Goal. Who can understand? Who can feel desolation sink its razor sharp fangs in my heart? Who can know the pain I have endured? O how many times have I fallen Father? Only You know. In my lack of understanding, how many times has my rage risen against You Father? How many times have my eyes lead me astray? How many times have I fallen and the ground grows hands to pull me to the abyss?…… Yet I rise. Where else can I go? Whom else do I love but You O Lord!? Who else does my heart burn for but You Jesus!? Can I quit? No! Will I fear the demons of torment who visit me so often in the night? No! I will shout to the Lord strong and mighty in battle! Show me Your mighty right hand yet once again Father! Sweep across my enemies with the Sword of Your tongue! Grant me mercy and give me grace. Put a volcanic fire in my heart once more. Put fire in my eyes and lighting in my hands. Put thunder in my mouth. Give me brothers and sisters to hold me upright in battle. But most of all Father show me Your love, for it is that my heart most desires.

The Path

brewdawg — Thu, 21 Apr 2011 04:30:13 +0000

PLAM 23

4-20-11

“The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside still waters. He restores my soul. He leads me on the path of righteousness for His name sake. Yea, though I walk through life through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; For You are with me. Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil. My cup runs over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life; And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.”

I have memorized this scripture, per recommendation from Ben Watts, a dear friend and a true brother. Thank you for that Ben. Had you never encouraged me to do this I would have most likely never have tried to memorize scripture word for word again b/c it never worked for me in the past. I so appreciate your strong arm during this time in my life. This blog is a result of a simple encouragement that you gave me. So I pray it blesses you as you read.

Honestly I cannot ever remember being able to memorize anything this lengthy. To some this perhaps seems like a simple feat but, for me it was literally like a man with no legs being told to run. Never once could I ever remember walking away from a class or a test feeling the slightest bit intelligent, things were always hard for me. I believed a lie from a very young age that I was stupid and just plain couldn’t get it. I believe that happened after I tried to go through the 1st grade only to be told by my teachers that I wasnt ready and needed to be held back. But through the grace of the Lord I have been walking through a very intense process of deliverance in so many areas of my life and one was exposing the lie I had believed for so long about my own intelligence. I always felt confident in my ability in digging deep within the Word comprehending it. However when my spiritual aspects began to collide with such things as memorization I always felt inadequate b/c it always reminded me of school. As I have spent time memorizing the 23rd Psalm I begin to see beyond the beaten path of this well quoted verse and thats what I would like to spend the rest of the time simply sharing.

The Shepherd we all know is Jesus. Its interesting the order of the verses. I would particularly like to zone in on the “Path of Righteousness.” The chapter starts off telling us the position of the Lord in our lives, provider. He first takes us places that nourish and restore our souls, hence the green pastures and still waters. After this He begins to lead us to the path of righteousness. Interestingly enough, immediately upon initiating this path comes the valley of the shadow of death. This path of righteousness, despite what your theology is, must take you through this valley of the shadow of death. It is precisely this location that Jesus wants to “prepare a table before your enemies”. During this shadow of death we are not suppose to fear any evil. Here is were I like to set up camp. Could it be (considering the order of the chapter) that if one were to skip any of the steps preceding this path, everything thereafter would be a terrifying and painful journey? I for one will say yes, because I know now I skipped some steps. My soul was never truly restored. The reason being is because I never really believed the Lord was my Shepherd. I didnt willfully reject Jesus as my Shepherd, my flesh was a veil of that clouded my vision. Some areas I believed He would provide but others I really didnt. Even though I experienced times of “green pastures and still waters” my soul hadnt ever been fully restored. And so this “path of righteousness” that lead to the “valley of the shadow of death” has often been excruciating to say the least.

This valley without a restored soul is very dark and desolate. This shadow casts a darkness that becomes so thick its like an extra layer of skin. But I feel the Lord has illuminated some revelation about this valley and its shadow of death. To share I’d like to pose a question. What must there be in order to have a shadow?…… The answer is Light. Who likes to stand in the front of the Light of Christ?…. Satan. Where do demons like to hide?… In the dark crevices of your soul. And if your soul isnt restored and darkness is present well, those are very bad ingredients. With those ingredients we’ll always “want” and we’ll always “fear evil” in this valley b/c we cant see that the Lord is with us. We’ll never eat at the table thats “prepared before our enemies.”

So what I feel like the Lord is telling me and others that have felt so painfully alone and desolate is this, its time to go back to, “The Lord is my Shepherd.” If we start here then we will end up with “Surely goodness and mercy will follow me all the days of my life; And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.” Dont say to yourself that you already know Jesus is your Shepherd. Dont find yourself saying you dont need to hear this. Its one thing to have head knowledge, its another to wear the shoes and walk it out. Dont be so prideful that you think you know all the elementary aspects of following Christ because one day Jesus will have you put on the shoes and you’ll find yourself standing in the dark “valley of the shadow of death” amongst your enemies. Ive been following the Lord for a long time. I pridefully thought I knew these things and I have been greatly humbled. You see when I finally reached a point that the Light hit parts that had been in the dark for so long and it revealed all the parasites that had been slowly eating my joy. But i’m going to make it through this time. Gods going to get me to that place where know the Lord is truly my Shepherd and during my new journey on this familiar path, “I Shall Not Want.”

Searching

brewdawg — Sat, 16 Apr 2011 06:16:02 +0000

Memories, they pass. I look upon them and see a man I can only remember. I look in the mirror to find him but like the morning fog, he fades away. Time has gone and time has past. I see his pictures. I watch his old videos. He was a man whose passion consumed him. He stopped on the streets to love those who others chose not to see. He fed there mouths and listened to their stories. He let them release their anger and pain. He gently loved them and prayed the love of the Father upon them so they could carry Him wherever they should go. He met their needs the best he could. His love for Jesus danced within his eyes like flames of fire. His heart burned to preach the Truth and raise the dead. He lead the lost to the Found. He longed to bring healing to the brokenhearted. He was deeply pierced with compassion for those he found crippled. With tears in his eyes he longed for them to stand upright. His eyes saw things others could not perceive. His ears heard cries of sorrow that others turned a deaf ear too. His mouth spoke words others feared to even think. He loved to laugh as well as make others laugh so hard that they could barley breathe. He loved children for he found much joy in their innocence. They taught him the ways of the Kingdom. He had a fire like lava pour from his heart. He had drive and motivation. He had visions and dreams. He read the Word and like fireworks he watched It come alive. To foreign seas he set sail. To foreign people released love. I miss him. Where did he go? When shall he return? I search for him but my eyes seem to fail me. Sometimes I think I see him, but when tomorrow comes, he has become a mirage in the desert of my reality. Lord please find him. Please Father, bring him back to me and restore the time that has been lost.

Overcoming the waters of the Abyss

brewdawg — Sat, 19 Mar 2011 20:28:23 +0000

The winds have tossed and turned upon me. The waves have tried to drown me. The darkness has tried to wrap me in its grip. Fear has sunk its fangs in my flesh. The sea of Sheol has overwhelmed me. The pain in my body has nearly severed my faith. I have been a man upon the open waters of the black sea. My tongue has swollen for it has tasted no water. My face is blistered from the scorching heat of the sun. The wind has cracked my skin. My body aches with pain. My eyes have become weary, for they have searched for dry land and found none. Lonesome like the stingers of bees has swarmed my soul. Anger has raged my heart. Sadness has dripped off my brow. But I testify today, for I have seen a dove! My eyes can see dry land! I will paddle, I will press, and I will shout with all my might for the Lord has not forgotten me! The Lord strong and mighty has breathed upon the coals of my soul once more and I feel a fire in my belly! He has restored my hope! I will reach the land set before me for I have dreamt of this day but now I see it with my eyes. Lord increase my drive! Increase my strength! Today is the day the Lord has made and I will rejoice and be glad.

Whispers of Darkness

brewdawg — Tue, 21 Sep 2010 16:27:12 +0000

The erie silence comes over you like a slow rising smoke. The blackness thickens like fog. Your fire, the burning passion inside of you, it begins to suffocate and slowly reduce. Pressure in a downward force pushes with brutal force and you feel like your literal stature decreases. From all sides pain shoots through your body like lighting. Your knees begin to buckle. Your eyes bloodshot with anxiety pulsate as they look in desperation for help. The air you breathe begins to feel like needles with every breath. Your last bit of hope fades into the darkness as your weak and feeble voice utters one last whisper, “Abba, help”. Nothing but the whispers of darkness can be heard. The thought of, “this is it” crawls through your mind as you hit your knees from the intensity of the pressure. Subtlety you feel a small vibration in the ground that travels from your knees to your head. Then against all odds, against every thought that races in your mind, the very ground you are knelt at breaks forth with a Light. A roar that puts a lion to shame rumbles through the dungeon in which you reside. It is your Father! His eyes blazing with fire and in His mighty right hand a Sword to slay the whispers of darkness! It is the Lord strong and mighty! It is the God of break through! It is your prayers answered. It is your Father coming with fury to rescue you! He thunders forth a declaration, “FREEDOM!” and every pressure instantaneously releases.

Where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom.

-Aaron Brewer

Whispers

brewdawg — Mon, 23 Aug 2010 12:41:42 +0000

Press into the deep, I know it hurts but I am there with you. I am there when it stings. The sharks that surround you and smell the blood that runs from your wounds will not over take you. I am there with you in the black sea. I am here amongst the ruin. O the fear that swells within you as you see the fins of the monster of the sea gets closer and closer yet I am there even still. The waves that seem to swallow you are not beyond my control. Each wave that engulfs you will not defeat you. I know you want to let go and sink deep into the blackest depths of the sea but hold on I am with you. When you cry out in desperation with all your might I say to you my sons and daughters it is not in vain! I am with you! Press on my son! Press on my daughter! Do I not have control of the monsters of the sea? Do I not control of the winds and the waves? Then why do I allow them you ask? It is here my sons and daughters, amongst the most intense conditions that you will become even more like my Son, just don’t give up. Im in the waters my son. Im in the winds my daughter. Hear my whisper children of Mine, for I will always whisper to you. In the darkest of nights, it is the whispers of my Spirit that will bring you fire. I am here and so I say to you My children, keep pressing on.

Honestly

brewdawg — Mon, 09 Aug 2010 17:26:30 +0000

I have been stirred by a song that truly asks the question out of brokeness who do we really love more, ourselves or Jesus? I think no matter who we are and what we are doing, we need to stop and check ourselves. We need to stop and look at what we are DOING to determine who we love more. I just want to love Jesus more. I want the Father to look at me as His son and be so pleased with me. I want Him to rejoice as He looks upon the work I’ve done in His name. There are so many out there in the world that do everything in the name of “Me” and put a “Jesus label” over the top of their own name but underneath still lies the truth of the matter. I’ve done some self searching and I’ve come to the conclusion, I still have so much more to give to the one who was slaughtered in my stead. I see where I can live my life to say to Jesus with my actions that I love Him more. I have such a new desire and that is to become a nobody. And before you begin to stamp a “poverty mindset” on that statement let me explain. I want to be a person who people don’t know. I want to stand on the street and preach fire from on High and set hearts ablaze for Christ and leave and no one even know my name. I want to be able to stand on a stage and after I’m done preaching my guts out, all they remember is that that was the day they gazed upon the beauty of the Lord. I want people to weep as I step on stages and hit the streets, not because “I’m such a great motivator or preacher” but because in me dwells the tender affection of Jesus that melts the icy cold hearts around me. God deliver me of titles and function. Deliver me from myself. I just want to look like Your Son Lord. Remove my face replace it with the face of our Lord and Savior. Baptize me in humility and meekness. Saturate me in your Oil of tenderness and affection. This is the cry of my heart, that I would dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life. Listen to this song below and let it touch your heart as you seek the love of the Father.

STAND YOUR GROUND

brewdawg — Thu, 05 Aug 2010 17:31:57 +0000

I break the titanium ties that have been strapped over my mind. I come against the demonic oppression upon my life. I rise up and stand upon the ground with anchors in my land unwilling to be moved. I am not a wavering man who cowers against the sword. You O God have made me king of the mountain. I hear the Lord and His armies cry out, “Stand your ground Sons of God!”. I see the vision of fire that spews from the mouth of those who have welded themselves to the Oil of His presence! O I see them like the two whiteness of the last days! In the hearts of the oppressed and possessed let there be a violent wreck into the Lord! I see the vile being vomited from mouth of the delivered. Hear the rhythm of freedom. No matter what race or creed all can dance to the rhythm of freedom! Our Father has made you kings of the mountain of His ordination. Come lets stand our ground.

My Round.

brewdawg — Thu, 24 Jun 2010 06:23:41 +0000

The blistering wind blew chills like needles upon my face. My eyes shuttered at the stinging pain of pressing onward. I encountered more slithering serpents than I have ever encountered in my entire existence. I was constantly sucking out the poison from my flesh. My axe lived in a constant state of striking. My eyes dripped with blood from the pressure in my brain. Pure desperation surrounded every fiber of my being. Demons leaped from the dark crevices of the jungle I journeyed sinking their razor blade claws in my spine. My teeth locked in a permanent grit. I could feel the venom slowly hit my veins. I felt my heart begin to beat with agony. To my knees I fell to the ground that literally moved with vipers and fangs, it crawled with scorpions. I could feel them begin their attack sinking every fang, every stinger and every tooth into my soul. O I could only see a tiny shimmer of light that kept me moving. Then for the first time in my life I felt the overwhelming feeling of complete and utter defeat fill my existence. Whispers began to fill my ears, “Just let the venom flow. Just let your eyes slowly close. Just give in.” I began to let it sink and began to release my struggle. To my natural eyes my light was gone and I felt death crawl in my soul. But in the faint distant I could hear a sound that rang familiar to my heart, it was the sound of war. It was the sound of those around me cheering me on to get up. It was the call of restoration. A light broke in and I clinched my teeth one more time and stood up. I stand before you today standing with my fist clinched and my axe poised for the throat of my enemy. Heres to one more round, my round. Ding, ding.