I have mentioned the Remnant 19 times in the past two years, this will be my 20th.
I believe we are in a moment in history where two paths lay before us. One path leads us to the Promise Land, the other to the desert. By “us” I am referring to the Remnant, those standing on the infallible Word of God, refusing to budge from His truth even when that means turning from all the world offers and denying every lie spoken by the enemy.
Yesterday, I listened to an incredible sermon by Hank Kunneman in which he busted down my belief that if this election went south it was because the Remnant did not do their part. I believe the Remnant has done their part, has fasted, has prayed, has humbled themselves and fallen at the feet of the Lord and begged for a second chance to turn things around. So, I now realize that this has nothing to do with God not giving us the victory, but rather has everything to do with the Remnant choosing to claim what is rightfully theirs.
So, here we find ourselves, at the entrance to the Land we were promised yet being told we cannot go in because the giants that roam the territory have falsely claimed victory. But, this land has been promised to us, it has been spoke into existence and prophesied, so how is it that so many are saying we do not belong there?
I wrote “God Has Landed” over two years ago, but I do not think this was a Word for 2018.
Instead, I believe this was written as a declaration for what was to come, for what we are witnessing right now.
I, unknowingly, wrote these words years prior to their time. They were seeds planted in 2018, but now they are full grown fruit ready to be plucked.
The below post, although written years ago, is for the Remnant right now, in this unprecedented moment in history. For, I see the Lord like a Lion, all four paws upon the United States. He looks into the eyes of the enemy without fear, without hesitation, then releases a roar so loud the mountains quiver, the earth trembles and the enemy shakes.
He has come, for the cries of His people have reached His ears.
Find encouragement knowing our Lord has heard us. He has felt our desperation, He has left the heavenlies and has come to our nation to decree and declare that HE alone shall be praised, He alone shall be worshiped and He alone shall be exalted.
The Lord brought me to a Word He gave me at the beginning of 2019 during the last ‘blood moon’.
I have hesitated many times about sharing this Word, but with all that is happening around the world-the unrest, the riots, the anger, the politically charged atmosphere, COVID-19, the Supreme Court nomination, there is just so much to be praying for right now, which brought me to this Word.
I believe we are in unprecedented times. The Remnant is rising, the enemy battling.
Do not fear for the Lord is with us, goes before us and continually surrounds us. Always and forever.
Recently, in my alone time with the Lord, I’ve been telling Him I am in need of prayer and encouragement. There have been several things on my heart I couldn’t quite talk about with other Christians, so these matters have been mulling around in my head and I found I could only put them into words while in the presence of God.
Have you ever been there? As if you have a whole list of prayer requests, yet you find yourself unable to bring them up with other believers?
Well, last Friday, the Lord took my list and went through them one by one, and all I had to do was sit on the couch and listen.
Since day one, I have been very outspoken regarding my views on how the body of Christ, as a whole, has handled COVID. We have not dealt with this situation, the fear, the confusion, the anxiety and the chaos, the way Jesus would have dealt with it, and if anyone disagrees with that, I would be very interested to see what biblical verse they are standing on.
Now, as things somehow continue to become stricter, even as COVID deaths rapidly decline, we are seeing many churches, again, close and lock their doors.
Since nowhere in the Word does it say we should react to fear and pandemics by shutting ourselves off from one another, most pastors are using a verse they feel gives them the authority to close the House of God: “Love thy neighbor” Mark 12:31.
I find it interesting, and a bit hypocritical, this is the verse pastors are standing on in regards to keeping people from congregating and worshiping. Suicide, alcoholism, drug addiction, domestic and child abuse, violence, anger and confusion are at an all-time high, but closing the House of God, the place people typically run to in times of difficulty, is somehow “loving” them.
To preface this post, I would like to say that anyone who does not believe the Word is a living document and just as powerful today as it was when Jesus and the apostles walked the earth, will not agree, or understand, what I have to say.
Last week, while putting a mask on for the first time since the coronavirus fiasco began, I felt my stomach drop. To fly you now must wear a face covering, but that didn’t change my feelings of defeat when I positioned the mask over my mouth before boarding the plane.
When I placed the mask upon my face, I felt small, belittled, obedient to something other than my King.
God created me, us, to speak, to sing, to pray, so to mute and muddle that ability seems wrong, almost sinful.
I believe we are stepping into a new season with the Lord. Things we used to get away with will no longer be acceptable. Flippant words we speak without thinking will not be tolerated and saying you follow the Lord will no longer mean you actually know who He is and what He stands for.
I think we have been in a “safe zone” with God. By this I mean He tolerated so much simply because we, His children, didn’t know better. He tolerated our laziness, our unwillingness to submit to His authority. He tolerated our acceptance of “being a Christian” one day a week, of walking with Him a few hours a month and turning from Him far more than turning towards. He allowed us to make mistakes because we were in an innocent dwelling with Him, a place of learning and growing and finding Him in a world that has abandoned Him.
But, I no longer believe we are in the safe zone anymore. Like the Israelites at the outskirts of their land of milk and honey, we have approached new territory and now is the deciding moment where we either walk into the promised land or continue to wander.
It is time for the pastors to arise, to stand on the platform the Lord is giving them an opportunity to take and to speak the words He places in their mouths.
For, we are here, in this place of quarantine, fear and uncertainty, not because of the words spoken by the media, the masses and the representatives, but rather because of the words NOT spoken by the men and women placed in positions of authority in God’s House.
Before I step onto my soapbox, I want to start this post with a couple statistics and thoughts before I begin my “rant”.
The original U.S. coronavirus death toll prediction was 2.2 million, that number later changed to 240,000 and is now around 70,000. During the 2017-2018 flu season, according to the CDC, an estimated 80,000 people died.
I am not making light of death in any way. It is terrible so many died from the flu and it is terrible so many have died from the coronavirus, BUT, where was the mass hysteria during the 2017/2018 flu season? Why did politicians and medical experts not blanket the airways with panic, stating the CDC declared the 2017/2018 season as the, “first season to be classified as a high severity across all age groups”?
Why did we react so differently to that health threat then we have to COVID-19?
I’m now stepping onto my soapbox.
What we are witnessing in today’s society are the masses believing in and acting upon a lie.