My thoughts often turn to the season we are in as a country, as a church and as a Remnant. With the election less than four weeks away I find I am praying for November 3, 2020 more than I have ever prayed for a day in my entire life.
I do not believe we are in a season we in the 21st century have ever witnessed. I firmly believe the outcome of the election will dictate our daily lives like we could never imagine. Whatever news we wake up to on November 4, 2020 will change us forever, if we like it or not.
I spent most of last week listening to testimonies of individuals who have experienced, either firsthand or through loved ones, the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) concentration camps. While listening to the testimonies, I often thought, “how is it possible this is happening yet nobody is talking about it?”
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.
This morning, I read an incredible post by Mario Murillo about a BLM/Antifa protest in Portland where they began to burn a stack of bibles.
My bible is my life source. It is not just a book filled with random verses and passages, or a history lesson discussing where my heritage came from, or random stories discussing people I don’t know.
My bible is the guide to my eternal salvation, it is the doorway to me learning about peace, health, success, overcoming. It is Jesus’ voice here on earth, God’s testimony for my life, the Holy Spirit speaking to me through words written long ago yet still moving. It is joy in the midst of mourning, light when all I see is darkness, calm when I’m surrounded by chaos and peace in the middle of a battle. My bible is not just a book, my bible is my guide through life.
I am very particular of the people I listen to, the books I read and where I send my tithe. I believe this stems from growing up and being very involved in a church as a child, a church my parents (through discernment) fortunately made the decision to leave prior to learning the pastor was living a lie. This lie ultimately hurt thousands and caused many to turn from the Lord.
That experience as a young girl taught me to be very discerning when it comes to those who preach the gospel. The majority of pastors I listen to, or read books they author, have long since gone home to Heaven and I wouldn’t even need a full hand to count the number of today’s pastors I would say I “follow”.
Yesterday, my sister forwarded me an email from the church I have called home for over a decade. This church has pushed my faith deeper, has forced me into the Word to find answers and to rely on the Lord for everything. The Pastor’s wisdom and insight has, over the many years of listening to him, inspired me to know the Lord more intimately and to stand on the Word regardless of what I see or feel. Although I no longer live in the state where this church resides, I still tithe there and listen to the services as often as I can. Whenever I travel back to the state, I make sure to book a returning ticket late enough to assure my attendance on Sunday morning service.
So, when I opened my messages and saw the below email, to say I was shocked, disheartened, confused or troubled, would be an understatement…I was, and still am, totally and completely heartbroken.
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.
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.
I believe it takes a very specific individual who can handle promotion and elevation. I, personally, am looking for neither and don’t desire either one. Why? Because I have watched far too many people fall from grace due to selfish needs, greed, and intoxication that often accompanies power and authority.
I’ve cheered as people I liked have been elevated and promoted. I’ve hugged those I deemed capable of the advancements and smiled as others stepped into positions of authority. But, time after time, my spirit fell as I watched those I believed to be well-intentioned stumble and transform into someone I didn’t know.
Yesterday morning, while in prayer, I realized it’s the few and far between who can handle the fame, the power, the authority, who can wear the crown without allowing it to change the way they think. For, there seems to be something that happens to the mind once the crown is placed upon the head. Thoughts, actions, desires, motivations all begin to change the moment it touches them and begins to transform them into someone they never thought they would be, someone their old selves would be embarrassed of.
The weight of the Lord’s sacrifice does not escape me. I feel it now as I sit here. He gave everything for us, for me, people He did not yet know but already loved, loved enough to hand over the most important thing in not only the world, but in all the universes and all the worlds, in all the ages and all the eras.
When Adam and Eve fell, God watched the fall from Heaven, His heart falling alongside them. How could they do it, He probably wondered. I created them to be above all, yet they desired to be beneath. They want the world more than they want me. In a moment, He made a plan, for there only was one way to get humanity out of the problem they created for themselves.
God your Remnant is in need of you, desperate to hear from you, see you, be with you. We need you like we have never needed you before.
I believe this time of desperation is going to usher in a great awakening of God’s people, for we have been asleep too long. A heavy slumbering spirit has weighed down upon God’s children, but no more. We are awake! This attack of the enemy has roused us, forced us out of our comfortable caves and pushed us to grab our swards, take up our shields and stand guard at our doors.
The Lord is about to issue a call to His people, get ready for it. He is about to blow the trumpet, release the roar. It will spread about this country, this world, like wildfire. Be careful to not get caught in its blaze without your armor on, your helmet fit snugly in place.