Years ago, I had a dream that I was standing on a flatbed trailer singing to the four corners of the earth in a park. A park I ended up preaching in for a street gang outreach a few years later. Days after the dream, at a locked coliseum, during a prayer walk the Lord told us to prophecy keys for the door. Turning around, and having no thought to go in, we prophesied keys for the door, thinking it had to do with some future event. Less than a minute later the manager of the building’s maintenance rolled up in a pick-up and asked us if we needed the keys. By faith we said yes, not really understanding what God was doing. He opened the door and let us in to a coliseum that, later, Rodney Howard Brown would preach in and where the Rocker, Marylinn Manson, would put on a show while Christians picketed outside. When we walked inside the event center I noticed right away there was a flat-bed trailer I saw in my dream a few nights before. We walked up to the trailer anointed it with prayer, and claimed it for the glory of God. Such an odd encounter that day. We left in awe knowing we fulfilled a mission ordained of God. Days later, the Lord gave me an astounding conformation, again, about the flat-bed trailer. It was an article James Wilie published in the Morning Star Journal, that began with the same imagery I had in my dream. A woman standing on a flatbed trailer. The dream spoke of a generation lost because the church refused the music that actually was given to us in the first place. We know that music now as Rock and Roll. We will never know the original intent of this music called rock and roll, for in its infancy it was put out of the Church only to be filtered through the world before it found its way back again, tainted by a broken chain of custody. Little did I know at the time of James Wiley’s article that our three children would grow up as worship team members and leaders in the next decade, in three different states. We allowed them access to every anointed sound under heaven. Still, there was always a push back against the music that they naturally evolved in. To the point that worship services were a source of heart ache, the warfare resisting it not understood by those in charge, thinking to “tone it down” was the logical resolve. The music was fine for Christian concerts, but, resisted when integrated as worship in the church. Thankfully, I believe that mindset is behind us for the most part, yet, there are still many gathering places where the Body of Christ comes together, where this kind of philosophy rules. The gravity of warfare we were facing during that time was intensified when a music minister, and youth worship leader, both lost their lives, tragically, at the height of their impact in a region known as the cradle of former awakenings. Still to this day, in that region’s underground music scene there is a string of premature deaths in its wake, mostly do to accidents, sudden illnesses, and drugs. For our children, the music of their youth, like a wave has moved out to sea, to rise again another day. A blockade runner cannot go in the same way twice, right? As these things do, it’s not if but when, for each wave deposits its treasures to line the shores for that one great wave to carry it all in. The new decade brought more changes and new assignments, our oldest married, plays drums for his church, curiously, his secular music scene is predominately frequented by musicians from Christian homes, playing in secular bands. The youngest took his music behind the walls of obscurity. The music is now his worship between Him and God, and rarely played outside of his own studio. My daughter missing her companions, have moved on with her own life, as well, sharing her love to worship with her children. I walk the halls of the house of prayer, and like a glimmer of sunlight a sound breaks through the closed doors, from the back, as if heaven itself is behind them. I dare not even poke my head in, it sounds like a score from an epic movie. Am I hearing the previews of another era? Only God knows. Two years ago, I had another dream The Lord came to me as the SON of the Father’s house; a seed sower, husbandman, and harvester. He handed me two shear-cut, slated rocks, to play in a music machine that was in the style of a CD player. These rocks were sharp, jagged, and raw edged, around the outside; but, polished, and beautifully ingrained, on the inside. They looked like deeply embedded marbled streams of water, with white rapid swirls, taking on the appearance of white water rapids, pouring through mossy green embankments. I looked at the music machine asking the Lord, “Can we play Here Comes the Son?” He kept looking at the slated rocks and said, “I have these, I’ve had them all this time, will you hear them?” I said,”Lord wait, I’ll go tell them you’re here” though He wanted me to stay He relented, and let me go. I went into a back room where there, apparently, was a sixties slumber party of teenage girls just waking up. I told them who had showed up, wanting us to listen to the music stored on these sliced and polished stone discs. They screamed as if he were the Beatles, and they started to get dressed. I ran out to spend more time with him, again, asking to hear the song, Here Comes the Son. Again, he almost seemed slightly disappointed, he looked at the slated rocks in his hands. I felt moved for him, because he wanted so much to share these songs with me. I remembered the scripture … If these don’t then- the rocks will CRY out. I went back to hurry the girls, each time they were curling their hair, and primping, I pleaded to them please hurry, just come as you are, he is waiting, he has music He wants to show you, still they kept primping, each time I checked on them they were moving a little slower. Each time I left him alone he would hardly let me go. Finally, they became distracted and was doing other things the last I saw them, I spent the rest of the time left, with HIM. I was in my t-shirt and sweats, my hair was undone. None of that mattered to him as his eyes never looked away from mine. He looked a little forlorn because of the absence of the others but His joy that I was there never dimmed. HE TOLD me something about a famous song writer I never knew. When I woke up I researched it, and it was true, in the beginning his songs, lesser known, was about Yeshuah. Sadly, his music, rejected by the church so many years ago, did not end where it began in the era of His fame. What is this from heaven? What more to be discovered? What sounds, and songs are etched in the stones that are about to cry out? The Lord did not want to sing, “Here Comes The Son” though the melody was catchy, fun and sunny- a good thought for a rainy day, still it shadows in this one truth we cannot miss. In order to worship God in SPIRIT and in TRUTH we need to comprehend Jesus Christ IS Come, and through him and by Him we enter the throne room of GRACE where by we obtain MERCY in times of need. Similarly, worship is not past, nor future, it is BEING, WHOLE HEARTILY, present with HIM in HIS presence. No preparation apart from him will lead you to Him. Grace has made the way, boldly enter in. No new song, comes from with out, rather it comes from with in the presence of God. He is the author and the finisher of our faith. The Alpha and the Omega, the beginning and the end. The Sower and the Harvester is the SON OF The FATHERS house. This people, these generations, who dolled themselves up for hours screaming for their idols- are a people so enthralled with preparations, approaches, and presentation, we missed this one thing. Time spent with Him. We cater to the former so much we miss the latter. Have you heard it said we need to acknowledge the older generation in our music? Play their old tunes to spark them up? Honoring the older generations is commendable, but in this they should be at the helm. I am that older generation, the tail-end of the Jesus movement harvest; and I can tell you if they are not in the inner courts now, they never will be. Simeon and Anna were waiting for the Lord in the temple daily according to Luke 2:35, elderly as they were, they did not want to miss a thing; not only did they greet and meet the generation that brought forth the Messiah, they prophesied and recognized, His arrival. Aged Simeon was led of The Lord to meet Jesus and His parents at the temple. Simeon prophesied over Him, and Anna was the first woman to preach Jesus among those looking for the Messiah. She never left the temple but stayed there day and night, she was a prophetess over 80 years old. It is God’s order that the elder generation meet the present day visitation as long as they are standing in their place, with enthusiasm, waiting for what they have been prophetically watching for [Lo] these many years. Always looking for Christ in His second coming, and the moves of His Spirit that will usher in His everlasting kingdom. As the scripture says, parents are for the children, not children for the parents. The Church has got to stop pandering to idol worshiping ears, that will never appreciate the sound of heaven but will bog down the assent in the fair way. So much is said about grooming the congregation into the act of worship so that they will not be left behind … Does it occur to anyone that is where they want most to be? Left behind? Shall we not go? Leadership is upset that the foyer fills up, rather than the altar, you compel, and compel, before you have entered in yourself, but few respond. The dream challenged me- in my determination to bring the “slumber party” to the place where they could hear these songs, I kept leaving the moment to bring others in. Risking what ever it was that God wanted to impart to me would be missed in the perishable moments called a VISITATION. SOMEONE, must receive from the Lord, or none ever will. The airlines tell us, “Put the oxygen mask on yourself first, then reach for those that cannot do it for themselves.” Why? Because if you don’t secure for yourself first, both will die for lack of oxygen. Christ first always. Cut off the pandering, put on the oxygen mask, get a fresh lung full of GOD BREATH, and then we’ll have what it takes to motivate the late arrivals. You see, there is always the danger of the former generation’s mindsets delaying the new. For Example, the wilderness generation that had to die off before the new generation could enter into the promise land. Save Caleb, another great elder, of great strength, and faith. So beneficial for the crossing over, how much His stories caused the younger generation to burn in their heart for the promised land. What to gain is Christ, and Christ alone. Let the slumber party sleep, they had their day. Had they stayed awake they never would have missed the INTRO that would have led them to the BRIDGE. Your encounter with the throne shall drench you with the dew of the morning. The thirsty will find it upon you, and seek for more, hold not back, let not the outer court, the FOYER LOVERS, the generations that refuse to budge, (unless their MUSIC IS PREDOMINANT, and their palate satisfied) dictate the MASTER’S IMPARTATIONS upon His WORSHIPPERS that will usher them into the APOSTOLIC rule and reign of CHRIST on this earth. For the nature of what is about to be released in the earth as far as the SOUND and the SONG will be unto Satan the stench of a death dirge, to his rule and reign. Those found worthy will wait upon Christ, if they miss it the ROCKs still will declare it, and another generation of lost WORSHIPPERS will become pawns of a sound and melody that incites idol worship, for by its very nature music sways the masses into singleness of mind that is manipulated to SERVE SOMEBODY, should the Church fail to receive it. Here Comes The Sons … How Satan so desires to have music born of heaven for it shall surely become the theme song to a new world order, if He can get His hands on it, and twist the gift of God for his own purposes, as he has in generations past. After all, Lucifer knows the power and influence of music. So then, let the sleepers lie. Move forward to your AWAKENING, the sound and the new song is creation in her groanings, singing harmony with the throne of God, in this shall your generations come from out of their GRAVES. Does not this present generation love to act out the NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD? IS NOT THE ZOMBIE NATION this generation’s walking dead? Is the earth itself not groaning horrors? Shall not the stars fall down from the sky? What kind of music will come out of heaven and declare this generation? Even define its high call? Will not a Holy Tempest stir up from with in, and join the fountain heads and rivers from the corporate priesthood, and Holy Race? THE LIVING WATERS, Rushing down over the evergreen embankments, where all that is living breathes? The STONES are cut and polished smooth, what is this sound of heaven, that Christ is so enthralled about giving us? This one who came to me as the SON of the Fathers House who is the author and finisher of our faith. As music interprets a generation, as it somehow relates to them, as they are conduits that carry heaven’s composition, so it is worth contending for, waiting on heaven to receive, until it comes. The Worshipers go first, they head up the processions of victory, it is from the HEARING realm we shall first be alerted before the great day. For as it is written: With the voice of an arch angle and the trump of God … So let us have ears to hear, the sounds that come from Heaven. For out of it will come the fire of God that burns the incense of our worship, releasing the aroma, even the fragrances that mingle with His glory, come from His throne. 2 Corinthians 2:16 (AMP) For we are to God the pleasing aroma of Christ among those who are being saved and those who are perishing. To the latter it is an aroma [wafted] from death to death [a fatal odor, the smell of doom]; to the former it is an aroma from life to life [a vital fragrance, living and fresh]. And who is qualified (fit and sufficient) for these things? [Who is able for such a ministry? We?]
Issues of the heart. In this Podcast we finish the Spirit Life Perspectives series SUBTITLED How Not To Become A False Prophet, and begin to trail blaze into matters of the heart, letting the Holy Spirit take us where He wants to go. I believe there is an anointing on this episode for the embattled warrior resisting the roots of bitterness that they know are so toxic to the soul. LOVE BELIEVES all things. A journey into the CHAMBERS OF THE HEART of MEN, that God says CAN BE exceedingly wicked. Thank GOD for the precious BLOOD of our PASSOVER LAMB, YESHUAH.
The Holy One of Israel
The difference between the many who are called, and the few who are chosen. It all lies in our response to the word of God when we hear it. What stirs hell to attention? You. What you do with what you are given. The kingdom of God belongs to those who take hold of it. Not many wise, not many noble, but those considered weak by this worlds standards, putting to shame the strength of this world. HIS strength is made perfect in our weakness. To become a champion of the faith is to respond to the call of God, trusting Him with our lives to do the impossible, through us.
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In your book they were all written- days that were ordained for us to live, your thoughts were precious towards us.
Many, LORD my God, are the wonders you have done, the things you planned for us. None can compare with you; were I to speak and tell of your deeds, they would be too many to declare.
You who bring good news to Zion, go up on a high mountain. You who bring good news to Jerusalem, lift up your voice with a shout, lift it up, do not be afraid; say to the towns of Judah, “Here is your God!”
You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace; the mountains and hills will burst into song before you, and all the trees of the field will clap their hands.
“The days are coming,” declares the LORD, “when I will raise up for David a righteous Branch, a King who will reign wisely and do what is just and right in the land.
In his days Judah will be saved and Israel will live in safety. This is the name by which he will be called: The LORD Our Righteous Savior.
Instead, they will serve the LORD their God and David their king, whom I will raise up for them.
“‘So do not be afraid, Jacob my servant; do not be dismayed, Israel,’ declares the LORD. ‘I will surely save you out of a distant place, your descendants from the land of their exile. Jacob will again have peace and security, and no one will make him afraid.
“This is what the LORD says: “‘I will restore the fortunes of Jacob’s tents and have compassion on his dwellings; the city will be rebuilt on her ruins, and the palace will stand in its proper place.
So there is hope for your descendants,” declares the LORD. “Your children will return to their own land.
“Therefore say: ‘This is what the Sovereign LORD says: Although I sent them far away among the nations and scattered them among the countries, yet for a little while I have been a sanctuary for them in the countries where they have gone.’
There I will give her back her vineyards, and will make the Valley of Achor a door of hope. There she will respond as in the days of her youth, as in the day she came up out of Egypt.
“so now I have determined to do good again to Jerusalem and Judah. Do not be afraid.
This third I will put into the fire; I will refine them like silver and test them like gold. They will call on my name and I will answer them; I will say, ‘They are my people,’ and they will say, ‘The LORD is our God.'”
It was a quiet evening at sundown as I walked around the corner of my house. When I looked up towards the western sky I was startled to see our willow tree sorely pruned. I looked at it wondering if it would ever grow back to its original stature. All of its delicate branches curled down ward were gone. Could it ever be beautiful again? I felt a little sadness, somehow I knew it had to be this way. The tree was cleared of every pest infested, diseased, and broken branch. It was a clearing of the (would be) debris field before the storm. Something caught my eye to the right, as the sky darkened. A movement towards me, I then realized a book was being placed before me. It was a teal colored, thin, book with a long title; embossed in gold lettering. I couldn’t make out the entire title of the book, but was able to see these words very clear as the gold lettering glowed in the twilight, the words read-
Earlier that day I had literally drove past a tree much like the one I saw in this prophetic dream. It was located on the corner of Government and Sycamore. Immediately, when I saw the tree pruned as it was, I felt the Spirit of God come over me and I knew a message would be drawn from what I seen, and one did. A recording of it can be found at Remnant Nation Radio with Newine Pouring. The Winnowed and The Pruned along with Clearing The Debris Field are two parts of a whole. One addresses Christian America, the other, all of those in Christ. To drive home the point, the city I live in had began to prune trees away from the power lines up and down the streets, they did this the entire week I was preparing to record the pod-cast. I could not help take from that, a parallel of how much our broken, pest infested, and diseased branches of government are needing this word regarding the winnowed and the pruned, in order to retain its power and influence in the earth.
Weeks later, when an ice storm rolled into the region our little community was the few that did not have power interruptions. The fact of the matter is that we will have storms, how we fare when we do depends on our preparation, and readiness to respond to the Spirit of God. God wills that NO MAN perishes, but that all come to the saving knowledge of Jesus Christ.
Most of us understand the significance of the Sycamore tree explained very well in the book called the Harbinger by Jonathan Cahn. While we as a country have pushed upward and onward, endeavoring to rebuild where we have been broken, we have ignored the lessons of the kingdom regarding what it takes to become strong. Humble yourself in the sight of the Lord, and He will lift you up. To be God strong in America we must decrease, bow our greatness to the sovereign God in repentances, and become the people who are the winnowed, and the pruned. This in return will remove the debris field before the storm, rather than after, where time and chance takes its erratic path.
in a dream, in a vision of the night, when deep sleep falls upon the children of men …
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Open your mouth and I will fill it, says The Lord, have I not fashioned you to be my mouth piece!? To speak my words that I have placed in your heart to speak? The beating of your heart moves into your ears, and you continuously say, “Is this you? Is this you, Lord?” Did I not say I would fill you full to overflowing, when you seek me? Did I not say follow me and I would make you fishers of men? Can you do it apart from my Spirit; shall I not draw them first to myself by my invisible hand? Shall not I make your way prosper, to plant the heavens and lay the foundations of the earth with the words that proceed out of MY mouth? MY word shall not return void- BUT YOUR words are dead all ready, they lay ON the ground and cannot get up for there is no life in the dribbling of the wisdom of MEN.
Yet, it is my WORD that has accomplished the thing that I SENT HIM to accomplish. And even now the NEW MAN of whom CHRIST is the head- I have sent out like a TRIATHLON runner, who treks land and sea, mountain and valley, highway and hill, to do my work. More so, shall he scale the walls of hinderance, climb the face of resistance, shoot forth the arrow of prophetic proclamation, and swim the tides of change. In the moonlight of midnight he scans the horizon and discerns the silhouettes of covert, and the tree lines that walk like men, he blows the trumpet in Zion! He scouts from the distant shores- what I declare as hidden is hidden, what I declare as seen is seen, and the WORDS I speak! says The Lord, are spirit and they are truth.
Isaiah 51: 4 Listen to me my people; And give ear to me … MY righteousness is near, My salvation has gone forth, THe coastlands will WAIT UPON ME, and upon MY arm they will trust.
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Where can we go to find peace in a world that gives us no guarantees in life? There is ONE place, a beautiful tempest, that will bring a HOLY UPHEAVAL of JOY In your life, this is found in the PRESENCE and GLORY of GOD, through HIS son JESUS. Join our pod cast for prayer ministry and prophetic word.
The wellspring of LIVING WATER, is a source of strength that comes from with in. It is the in dwelling of the Holy Spirit of God that can over flow in our lives if we would receive it. The PERSON of the HOLY GHOST, lives inside of the child of God who has accepted Christ. HE leads us and guides us into all truth.
He is also, THE COMFORTER! For a refreshing reminder, or introduction to this person of the Godhead, listen to Fountain of Living Waters I and II. As always, these segments include ministry of prayer and healing, in the second part of the series.