He's Coming!
Hello again. I have taken a years sabbatical. A lot has been going on and I needed the time off. This morning I received a clear word from the LORD and I am sharing it with you.
HE’S COMING!
I was thinking about how the Holy Spirit moves now
as compared to the late 60’s and 70’s.
I was born again in January, 1973.
Although I was raised Catholic, I had always wanted a Relationship with
GOD, not a formula, or rituals, to accomplish that. I felt so empty. I loved
reading the Bible, and in those pages I felt so much closer to Him than
anywhere else. When my husband and I
started attending a small independent fellowship in 1972, I immediately felt
Home. People did such strange things. They had some guitars and some drums and a
little keyboard and sang songs that didn’t come from a hymnbook, but were
written from the hearts of contemporary believers and songwriters. The music flowed with the vocal worship of
the congregation. Fast, slow, slower
still. Until the music became like a
river flowing in the forest, melodious, and peaceful. Then the Spirit came. You
could feel Him. It was like a cloud
that descended and you could breath it in.
You could hardly stand. Some
people didn’t. Some fell on their knees
and some fell prostrate. Some fell
backwards, but they didn’t hurt themselves.
They looked unconscious except for this amazing look of peace and joy on
their faces. And then this most amazing
worship began. People sang, each their
own song, in strange languages in flowing melodies. It was loud and then quiet and then stronger and then fading out
again. And it all flowed together in a
beautiful harmony. It was like fishing
in the ocean: ebb and flow, ebb and
flow. The people worshipping the King
from their most innermost beings in heavenly languages only the Spirit knew,
because He was the author of it all.
Then the pastor asked for anyone to come forward for
prayer for healing or whatever they needed.
Colds were healed. Flu was
healed. Cancers were healed. Relationships were healed. People got jobs, salvation, it didn’t matter
what they needed, He provided. EVERYONE
RECEIVED SOMETHING!!!! It took most of
the service for all this, the pastor hasn’t even had a sermon yet! As a matter of fact, I don’t recall what his
sermons were specifically. It was
always simple, some scripture, and always explained that Jesus wanted a
relationship with you and if you would just decide to give your life to Him, to
be born again, He would come and live in your heart and lead you into all
truth.
I knew that I had come home. I gave my life to Him and began a most
supernatural journey. It was hard to
leave the building from those services.
The Spirit stayed through the whole time. We all stayed because of the atmosphere of the Spirit and
fellowshipped afterwards sometimes for hours.
The evening service started at 6 pm and we didn’t leave sometimes until
1 or 2 am. Homeless people, drunks, and
who knows what would come in for prayer.
I saw many people instantly sober.
We laid hands on them and they’d get healed. I saw most of them had lice and fleas but we never got
infected. We prayed, we worshipped, and
Jesus moved. He was there. And we didn’t want to leave.
I’ve been thinking for a long time about how church
services have changed in these modern times.
Most articles that I have read recently are highly critical of
them. I find myself agreeing with
them. There are coffee shops in the
foyer where you can get a cup of coffee and a pastry to eat before the services
or take it into the sanctuary with you.
The music and worship service is so loud and ‘in your face’ it’s like
going to a rock concert where you are entertained instead of enveloped by the
Spirit. The Spirit doesn’t fall or come
in the cloud like before. You don’t
feel anything. Three or four songs and
it’s time to move on to the next thing.
Services are scripted, everything comes in a particular order like a
business meeting. There are rarely
altar calls for repentance or healing, or prayer. There are people up front and you go to them for prayer. It may be more personal but totally bypasses
getting on your knees at an altar having a one-to-one with Jesus. Indeed, there are no altars to go to! And at the end, there is a stampede to
leave, and you have done your duty for the week.
But this morning in my private time with Him, GOD
came and explained some things. We need
to get rid of our critical spirits.
Everything has certainly changed. But everything is still the same. There is a revival coming. The youth are going to start it just like my
generation brought that last revival.
They are questioning, wanting more, wanting a relationship with the King
of kings. The Holy Spirit speaks to the
heart. He speaks to
hearts that are seeking and hearts that are open, and hearts that are
submitted. He speaks to the old, the
young, and all the whosoever’s in between.
He is not limited to our likes and dislikes. There is no generational gap with Him. When we were young, we were slightly (maybe more) offensive to
our elders, were we not? Our music was
radical in the 60’s and 70’s too. This
generation’s music will be one that they can relate to, not us old
codgers.
But know this, the Spirit of GOD is coming, speaking
to willing hearts. He is coming and it
will be Glorious! He knows how to speak
to hearts that are open like new flowers in spring. There has been and always will be a remnant that He can use for
His Glory. Sing ‘Hallelujah’ and ‘Holy,
Holy, Holy is the LORD of Hosts’ and worship in the Spirit and truth. Be joyful and wait on the LORD. Drop your critical spirits and thank Him for
His wisdom and His timing. His message
will never change, but He speaks all languages even if it is ‘modern’. Rejoice!
He’s coming! ©
He’s coming! ©