As I browse my social media newsfeed, I find myself preaching out loud and wondering if anyone can hear me. I am passionate about seeing people fulfill the purpose for which God has placed upon their lives. So if you are reading this, understand that what I say may challenge you and even offend you, but my desire is for you to live in the fullness of Christ. This may only be read by a few individuals and if so, then that is enough because my writing is more about Him and less about me being well known.
As I stood on top of a hill overlooking the Crow Nation yesterday, I was reminded of a word that the Lord had spoken to me about seeking higher ground to gain a broader perspective. Recently I heard the words, summit meeting, and I could hear the Lord calling those who would obey the call to come up higher and to attain His vantage point.
The summit meeting is for those who refuse complacency at the base of the mountain, those choosing to be sent for intercession and for instruction and to see as God sees. I believe it is in the summit meetings that we gain limitless perspective, divine instruction and desired intimacy with the Father .
What do you do when God has set a course for you and the enemy comes along to halt the plans of the Divine? Do you bow to the lie that says it will not happen or do you choose to see the greater picture? This jeer to abort the plan of God was prominent hundreds of years ago and it still rings out today. It is found in the ones who tell the body of Christ that mighty moves are long gone, even from the very ones who claim to have a heritage in the kingdom of God.
It is found among those who chant that the rubble is too great to rebuild, the rocks are ash and that the current state is better than attempting to take on such a feat of reformation and consecration. It is spoken by those who desire to maintain control and power, an insecure and fearful religious exterior bearing a garment of intimidation. This is the spirit of Sanballet, alive and well and spewing the agenda of status quo along with his parroting sidekick, Tobiah.
They stood inside the entrance to their tent doors while Moses approached the tent of meeting outside of the camp. Their gaze was fixed upon the back of Moses as he made his way to that first tabernacle. He was going with one purpose and that was to meet with The Lord face to face. The tent of meeting had been pitched by Moses and it was a prelude of the tent to come. It was for everyone who desired to seek the Lord (Exodus 33:7).
The location of it required a person come closer to the Lord, leaving no distance between them. I can see the cloud, the Presence of God descending upon the entrance of the tent after Moses entered while the people worship from their tent doors. It breaks my heart because I see people who were content in “knowing” about the Lord from a distance while someone else pursued His Presence on their behalf. We are not so different today.
He only needed one stone. A small babbling brook held the ammunition desired by a shepherd boy for bringing down a mighty foe. He did not look like a warrior, but this shepherd had been prepared on another battlefield for a moment like this and he arrived to this battle right on time.
For forty days the air had been saturated with fear as taunts and idle threats loomed over the army of God, never settling in the valley between them, but finding a resting place in the hearts of men. As the appointed king cowered in his tent, the one anointed king prepared himself for a showdown.
The king had attempted to cloak this ruddy faced boy with his own armor, but to no avail. He would have no part in the victory as this young man carried the Lord upon him. He was a shepherd, an armor bearer and a king all at once. He was David, son of Jesse, a descendant from the tribe of Judah.
“Get the foxes out of the vineyard“. It was a few weeks ago on a Tuesday morning that I heard these words as I drove to intercessory prayer. I was not supposed to be at intercessory prayer on this Tuesday; I was supposed to be at my workplace. Isn’t it funny how God works out divine timing when He needs something addressed? A few weeks prior I was asked to make a schedule change to accommodate a need at work. The day before prayer, the head intercessor asked if I could lead the prayer meeting.
So here I was driving along and seeking what was on the heart of the Lord for prayer and I heard Him say this to me, “Get the foxes out of the vineyard“. Song of Solomon 2:15 came to my spirit, “Catch the foxes for us, the little foxes that spoil the vineyards, for our vineyards are in blossom.” The Lord began to show me a vine in our sanctuary in bloom and yielding fruit. I saw foxes among the vine, trying to eat the fruit and damage the vine.
He was a man who did what was right in the eyes of the Lord. He was called a son of David despite his natural father’s abandonment of God. He set a standard before his people of true repentance and radical obedience by not merely giving God lip service but by waging war on the powers of darkness.
Centuries of pagan worship had infiltrated and stolen the affections of Israel and Judah, yet in one year this king dashed these idols to bits. King Josiah was a revolutionary revivalist and reformer of his time and his mandate is as relevant now as it was then. The word I am about to share with you has been burning on the inside of me for a long time. I remember when God began to show me revelation about King Josiah and what he did during his reign. I believe that this is a timely word for the hour that we are in as a nation.
Imagine a bride during the days of Jesus, adorned in her wedding attire and awaiting her groom. From her appearance it would seem that she has done everything expected in preparation for this moment. Her dress is without blemish, her purity is untainted, her wick is trimmed and her lamp is lit. As she hears the anticipated cry that the bridegroom is coming, she notices her flame is burning out. It suddenly occurs to her that she is not as prepared as she once assumed.
It seems harmless, but she has neglected the oil supply and because of this she has compromised her flame, forfeiting her place next to her bridegroom by seeking oil elsewhere. Thinking she has rectified the situation, she goes back to her groom, only to be denied entrance because she is recognized not as His beloved but as a stranger. This bride lacked something money could not buy and appearances could not compensate and that is intimacy.
It is a vision I have seen numerous times during moments in prayer and worship- individuals and nations encased in fire and the breath of God blowing on each of them, fanning the flame to others. Not long ago during a time of worship the Lord showed me a vision of people as glowing embers, burning coals with no visible flame.
These embers were alive and yet underestimated because a raging fire appeared to not consume them. It is tempting to miss the potential of a fire hazard with remaining embers that simply refuse to die because we are looking for the flames.
What comes to mind when you hear the word, renegade? Maybe you envision a rugged outlaw defying a corrupt system and fighting for the common good. Maybe you picture Jesus driving out the money changers from the temple or defying the religious stiff necks of His day.
In case you are wondering, renegade Christianity in this context is not a lifestyle to adopt. Days before the New Year these words came into my spirit. At the beginning of last year, God had told me that “rewriters of the Covenant” would emerge, those who not only claim their own salvation but would attempt to redefine the Word of God. This has been happening for quite some time and a torrent of unrighteousness swelled last year.