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On the Move!

The Spirit is moving

Things are happening

And people are getting antsy and restless.

 

But you know what?

The Spirit is moving.

 

How do I know this? Because I see God working all around me.

 

People, we are living in some uncertain times right now, but I am overwhelmed. Not with fear. Not with anxiety. I am overwhelmed with the power of God I can see moving in the lives of the people around me.

And I am excited!

God is moving—his spirit is moving—and I am overwhelmed because I just want to know what it is doing.

God, what are you doing?

But I am excited!

This past year has been insane. I have never been one to consider myself a “prayer warrior” yet I have woken myself up from a dead sleep with hands raised and prayers on my mouth. I am not one to say I have a prophetic voice (really!—and I am very skeptical of people who do claim to have one…I don’t doubt God’s ability to call prophets, I just am extremely skeptical of people who claim the title of prophet)—but I have received messages and had dreams that I cannot explain in any way other than “God gave them to me to share.”—and I do so, but with much “fear and trembling”… because the last thing I want to say is “thus saith the Lord” if the Lord didn’t say it.

But then I speak to others.

Or I listen to sermons.

Or I read books which were written with fear and trembling…

And I realize that God is giving a lot of us the same messages.

 

God, What are you doing?

 

I have never been so overwhelmed with the knowledge that God is on the verge of something big—

But I just want to know what it is.

I have to laugh, though. Because I can see that God is doing something but he’s not letting me in on the whole secret… but he also knows how much I hate surprises. I am not a patient person when it comes to knowing a plan, and the fact that I am seeing glimpses of a plan is just making me more and more impatient.

 

Seriously, God, you have to let me in on this!

 

One thing that keeps coming to mind is Joel 2:28-29:

After all of this, I will pour out my Spirit on all kinds of people.
Your sons and daughters will prophesy. Your elderly will have prophetic dreams; your young men will see visions.
Even on male and female servants,
I will pour out my Spirit in those days.

God is pouring his Spirit out on his people—young, old, male, female, rich, poor—and his message is getting shared.

But are the people of God listening?

Are the people of God repenting of their sins—whether intentionally or accidentally? Are the people of God turning from their wickedness and living as His holy reflections?

Or

Are the people of God responding the same way they did to the prophets of old? You realize that the prophets were calling out the “religious people” and not the world. Even Jesus rebuked the religious elite more often than he rebuked those who were on the outside of the religious orders…

 

Honestly, I believe it is the latter in a lot of cases.

 

Why does the Church expect anything different from the prophets God is calling now?

The prophets of God are there to call out the religious hypocrisy—and sadly, there is a lot of that in the Body right now.

So, I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised that I am witnessing God pouring his spirit out on people to prophesy.


God has never been okay with his name being smeared through the mud—but every time a Christian professes the name of Christ but acts outside of the law of God, that is exactly what we do. We run a smear campaign against the name of Jesus.

If we are going to bear the name of Christ in this world, we had better stop taking that name in vain by living lives that are striving for anything less than Holiness.

 

God is pouring out his Spirit—yes. And yes, that is an exciting thing. But I want to issue a warning:

If the Spirit is present, sin cannot be.

So, when the Spirit is poured out, sin will be cast out.

The choice is yours as to whether you will be cast out with it!

It is time to repent.

It is time to be restored!

“Holiness unto the Lord—now and forever!”

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