I often ponder what I am, if at all, asked to share with my beloved family and body of the Living God. I have no real desire to write for the sake of writing. “Likes”, shares, re-blogs…. these are dead to me unless birthed from Father’s heart ( and when they are.. they are a great blessing!).
July 4th- this day marks our fledgling nation’s (yes we are barely getting started compared to our historical counterparts) 246th year as a new Nation… “Under God.”
But are we? Truly? Our spiritual forefather’s fought and died, in obedience to Him, to understand the times, and the dawning of a nation. They understood what Jesus was asking of them. They tore down their theologies in order to come into alignment with the Kingdom of Heaven.
Are we, who have been passed the torch for the this nation’s future, doing the same?
This county was created to be a world-wide missionary. It began with England, and the mantle was passed to the United States. It was joined with our sister, Australia. More than ever, the spirit of hatred and anger are moving forward to destroy the fabric of this nation’s calling.
For the first time in our nation’s history, a generation of US citizens are being raised up to actually hate, detest and look to destroy our constitution and origins. A generation is begin raised up, with great demonic power, to destroy this nation’s calling.
They believe in what they are called to do!
These citizens are our future leaders. They are lost. They are the sheep Jesus wants to go after.
What is the Church doing about this? Do we even know what is going on? So long as the Body of Christ continues to forfeit her spiritual birthright to be living martyrs, we will look to political and carnal events to determine what is happening. This is a great folly.
Satanic influence was successful in twisting many in the Church to think the previous presidential administration was leading us to a great national rift. As if it began with man. Now… years later, we are spiraling into more hatred and national destruction than ever before. The hatred grows. Satan’s goal to remove Christ from all our history and all our calling is in full swing. It continues to move forward, largely unchecked by the Church. Where are our hearts and our treasures?
All things begin in the spirit realm. The fallout is visible only last, after it is all too late. If we, the Body of Christ, continue to live for our own agendas and desire to find self-worth from this world, we will look down from Heaven and see our children living as slaves.
Make no mistake… they (our children) will be so hard pressed, they WILL speak the gospel with power. We will gnash our teeth. They WILL live as giants in the full calling of Hebrews chapter 11. We, as a whole, are not.
I having nothing else new from Father’s hear to share about Independence Day. What I wrote a few years ago still stands.
And so, will so many new, hungry brothers and sisters reaching out for encouragement and some perspective, I am re-blogging the message I shared back on July 3rd, 2015. More than ever I feel this same passion and Divine questions flowing from Our Commander in Chief being asked of us. The time is growing shorter.
Will all my love,
I pray a lot, actually. No, I am not super spiritual. I spend time with Him to keep my sanity. To be truthful, I find myself contending with what God says way more than a man who has chosen to walk out this life in Him should. But He is working on that too… and He is faithful.
These days there is a deep stirring in my spirit to pray for the body of Christ. When my soul is at rest in Him, I can feel His heart for His body.. and this nation. Our fates are intertwined to a large degree.
For those who know me well, as many of you do, it is no surprise to hear Independence Day is a funeral dirge to me. All week I have been praying for Him to help me sift through the heaviness of heart I feel as I see the national events unfolding around me in the newspapers and public marketplaces.
“Deep calls to deep” the word of God says. You are His child.. you are deep…
As you spend your time this weekend amidst the fireworks and other expressions of freedom, I humbly ask you invite the Lord in to speak to you about what is on His heart.. and what part you have to play in what He shares with you.
(He does speak to your spirit ya know? but that’s another story…)
56 men signed the Declaration of Independence.
They lost their wives, their children, their homes, their property and status. They died in prisons. They were abused. They were deemed traitors. Those that escaped were hunted down like animals by the most regimented army in the world. Like the Son of Man, they too had no place to call their home. Most of them lost all they had.
If you read the diaries and biographies of these and other leaders of the rebellion, they all had one thing that was never taken from them. While holding dead sons in arms, watching their homes and crops burn, and waving goodby in the form of blinking eyelids while their hands were tied behind their backs at the gallows…
This is the last stanza of our national Anthem written while Francis Scott Key was in prison. Few are aware these words were ever penned:
O thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved homes and the war’s desolation.
Blest with vict’ry and peace, may the Heav’n rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation!
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: “In God is our trust.”
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
Their eyes were fixed on a vision. A glorious vision birthed from God to see a nation that would be the light and the glory of His image unto the ends of the earth.
I beg you… as you look up at at least one bursting star this weekend, to look beyond it. Look beyond the glory of its splendor. See past its beauty and try to see the glory of His splendor for this country, and ask Him…
“Father… where did it go?”