I was standing high on a mountain in the northwest, so high, in fact, that as I looked to the southeast I could see across the country with the outline of Florida straight ahead and Texas on the right. The sky above was dark and foreboding over our nation. As I stood there I watched as golden notes rose from all over the country and gathered with other notes up against the dark sky. As more and more notes rose, the sky became lighter, almost transparent. Somehow, I knew that those notes were the praises of God’s people, crying out in worship, desperate for Revival. They were coming from every part of the country, across the north, south, east and west.
That was what I saw when I was praying last Tuesday for Revival. I know that one day the final note will sound, and the sky will break open with a mighty crack and the rains of Revival will pour upon us.
I think I am becoming consumed with Revival. I am expecting it at any moment. I am praying desperately for God’s presence. Even in the middle of the night I awaken and hear songs playing in my mind, songs anticipating the coming Revival.
I am trying to hear what the Spirit is saying to our church in our generation. I’ve seen and I’ve read about Revival in other places, but I’ve never been in the waters myself. I’ve only been on the edges or heard the experience from others. I want to experience it firsthand; I want to experience it now!
Yes, I think I am being consumed with Revival. But that’s okay, because the more I “Pursue the Presence of Jesus Christ” in prayer, the more healing I am finding in my own heart. I’m different, already. And that’s a good thing.
“Even so, come quickly, Lord Jesus!”
