NeWine Pouring The Remnant Nation -Blessed are the poor in spirit for the Kingdom of Heaven is theirs. Who is the Remnant?
Has not my hand made all these things, and so they came into being?” declares the LORD. “These are the ones I look on with favor: those who are humble and contrite in spirit, and who tremble at my word.
Several weeks ago the Lord opened my eyes once again to the Red River Nation as it passed before me in a vision, this time I saw my self wearing peasant clothes, I looked up and saw the Lord instruct the reins of a horse to be handed to me. I was then handed banners, one for my clan, a banner for my tribe, and the crimson banner depicting the Holy Race, that banner was raised up to join the others above the procession, creating a crimson red river from the eagles eye view. Jesus looked to me and said, “You have nothing because you wanted nothing, other than this that has been in your heart all these many years.” At that my eyes were open to the fact that I was in this mobile assembly coursing through the land, moving through out all nations. We are in it already, I believe, and where ever it takes us it will sometimes be seen and sometimes un seen, as if to move in and out of the shadows of the great rock mountain. For many the reports of it, will be described as just the rumblings of thunder, many others will here the voice of the Lord compelling them to come, they will know where to meet and join her, intuitively. It is my conviction to be aware that it is a moving breathing assembly of the gathered, in the spirit, after the order of Melchizedek, who was a type and shadow of Jesus of whom we are (his body) – as Christ is so are we in the earth! From where does this procession come? Where is it going? We will only “fully know” when we get there, then shall we fully understand. This is my take on it, so far, and I know that in this life we look through it all as it were, through stained and tinted glass, and we should always remember:
John 3:8 The wind blows wherever it pleases. You hear its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going. So it is with everyone born of the Spirit.”
This word has come through many different venues but the jest of it is- A camp-out in the tradition of the festival of booths, shall manifest momentarily, the assembly, out from the shadows of the big rock mountain. A well spring of glory shall flood the land and carry the remnant like a river current, out to sea, and a great thrust of gathering will spill out into all nations from this place among many, this high place, this mountain-top of seeking, a place from where rivers are made.