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Inspiration

As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God.”   (Psalms 42:1)

Great deeds are done by men with great desires, and the heart of man is the furnace that forges those desires.

Knowledge won’t drive you that far – it just makes you accountable.
Wisdom may enlighten you and make you aware, but it is not the driving force of your heart.
Obediently doing good deeds will make a fair show of going through the motions, but it is not inspired with the flame of passion.

We sit and listen to passionate preachers pointing us in the direction we should go, we read the books that are meant to get us moving down the right path, and we sing the songs that lift our souls, but those are only tools to help, not the actual driving force itself.

As human beings, we need inspiration to lift us up over mediocrity.  Something must drive us, or we will not be driven; something has to draw us, or we will not be drawn.  It is not in the heart of man to inspire himself to great things in God; it has to come from God.

We know what to do – we just need the desire to do it.

I have preached a lot of messages, and have had a lot messages preached to me, but as the congregation files out the back door, you have to wonder how far the word that was just preached to them will go.  We need more than that little bit of gas that the preacher put in our tanks to go much farther than the church door.

We can edify one another and hold each other up, but inspiration must come from the Throne of God.  He is the only one that can light that fire in your heart with the spark that comes from the Holy Ghost.  Now true, you have to bring fuel for the fire, and you have to continue to feed that fire, but the first spark comes from the Spirit of God.

It happens when you accept Jesus Christ as your personal Savior.  A fire is lit in your heart that you never had before.  You can actually feel the warmth!  But it is up to you to keep the fire going.

All the preachers in the world, all the edifying stories from other Christians, and all the self-help books written cannot replace the wood for that fire.  That wood comes from the Word of God and nothing else.  There is no substitute.  The Word of God was written in the Spirit, and that is what you need to pierce through the layers of flesh and mind to touch the innermost part of your heart.

Reading and prayer will draw you to God and builds the fire in your heart, but when you forget your reading and prayer, however, you forget your power in God, and eventually the fire goes out. 

God will put the desire in our hearts if we go up to Him and get it; it doesn’t just fall out of Heaven into our lap.  And once we have it, we must continue to seek the face of the Lord to keep it.

So, life is a test: 

Some people care, and some people don’t. 

Some will seek the face of God, and some won’t. 

Some will overcome everything in their way to serve the Lord, and some will choose the easy way out. 

Some will cry out to God for the drive and desire to serve Him, and some will just wait for it to happen to them. 

Some will depend on others to serve the Lord, and some will push their way through the crowd to touch the Throne of God for themselves.

Some will cause their lights to shine and their fires to blaze, while others allow their embers to grow cold.

Some will do great deeds in God, while others sit and watch.

Sunshine and Dirt

[Excerpt from Watchman, What of the Night, volume 6 of Voice in the Wilderness]

Sunshine and dirt … with maybe a little bit of water thrown in.  That’s all!  Everything comes from sunshine and dirt.  And scientists are spending billions on trying to figure out how He did it.

From grass to milk and ice cream; computers and rocket ships to wood and sand and sea; from steel to human flesh – it’s all made from some simple basic things that come out of the ground.  And if you really want to get amazed, those things can be broken down into even simpler elements.

Have you ever wondered what God was thinking when He created the giraffe?  Was He just having fun?  “Let’s see, if I take this nucleotide and switch it with that one over there in the DNA, what will I get?  Oops, a platypus!”  There’s a lot of crazy looking animals out there, especially insects, that are far beyond what any of our feeble imaginations could dream up.  I wonder what He has in store for us in the next world.

I think one of the greatest proofs of Creation is Music.  Now how did God come up with that?  It ranks right up there with Love and Color.  What an imagination!  How did God dream up even the very idea of those concepts? And please don’t brush it away with convoluted referrals to the magic of evolution as if Music just popped out of a Pre-Cambrian cloud.

I’ve read some idiotic scientific dissertations that attempt to explain Love, how color works, and why music affects our souls, but they end up sounding more like desperate attempts to discount the existence of God at all costs.  You see, if they can’t disprove God’s existence, then they must acknowledge sin … and that means there is a Hell, and that means you can’t get away with sin.  Uh-oh.

So, they keep trying in their attempts to exalt Science over Faith.

God made everything so simple that it is astounding, including Life itself, but the Intelligentsia of modern society looks down on the simplicity of Faith as if it were the uneducated realm of the uninitiated and naïve. In their concept of the progress of evolution, Christians are placed somewhere between the ape and the scientist.  They disdain Faith, but it takes a lot more blind faith to accept their theories about the origin of the Universe than it does to recognize the supreme omnipotence of an Almighty God.

Still, they keep trying. In their pomposity, they think can create life in a test tube — just give ‘em enough time, they say.  (While you’re at it, can you manufacture a Universe? Or how about the dirt to make it out of?)

The deeper physicists delve into reality, however, the spookier things become.  The string theory says there are 11 dimensions (that’s down from the 17 they thought there were), but of course that doesn’t sync up with their other conflicting theories.  If you want to watch them get really tongue-tied, try asking them to explain how Entangled Particles work.  The more we discover, it seems, the more it points to God.

Nevertheless, instead of acknowledging the Creator, they want us to trust their superior intellect and believe them instead, and we’ll call it Science.

At least Faith makes sense.

“Let no man deceive himself. If any man among you seemeth to be wise in this world, let him become a fool, that he may be wise. For the wisdom of this world is foolishness with God. For it is written, He taketh the wise in their own craftiness.
And again, The Lord knoweth the thoughts of the wise, that they are vain.”     1Corinthians 3:18-20

Different in Texas

“When I die, I may not go to Heaven.  I don’t know if they let cowboys in.
If they don’t, then send me home to Texas, ‘cause Texas is as close as I been.”
(popular Country song)

What is it about Texas, anyway?  It ain’t the weather, and it sure ain’t the landscape, but Texans sure are proud to be from Texas. 

Let’s face it, there’s only two places I know of where people are so proud of where they’re from that they’re bustin’ out all over about it – New York City, and yep, Texas. (At least we got a flag here in Texas; all the New Yorkers have is their Yankees baseball caps and coffee mugs with “I love NY” on them.)

Let’s face it, have you ever seen anyone yellin’ or hollerin’ about being from Kalamazoo, MI or Hackensack, NJ?  Nope, me neither.

Ask anybody here and they’ll tell you, there’s just something different about Texas.  The funny thing is, it’s true.  And no, I don’t know what it is either, but whatever it is, it runs through the soil of this land and shows itself in an attitude and character that you just don’t find anywhere else.

It’s just different in Texas, that’s all.

Yeah, the picture we have in our minds is that cowboys are a little wild and crazy, with maybe a touch of rattlesnake eggs and barbed wire, and they don’t much care for the bridles that polite society would put on them, but there are a lot of guts in their character. Cowboys don’t care much about what anybody thinks of them, but when you’re down, there ain’t nobody better to count on.  Underneath all the wild and crazy stuff is a bedrock of something rare.  Integrity runs deep here.  Deals that are made on a napkin or with a handshake are more ironclad than any contract that a battery of New York lawyers could ever make.

As the song goes, “My heroes have always been cowboys”, and when I look in the Bible, the heroes that I see there were cowboys also. 

While Saul may have been an admirable choice for king, he measured himself against what everyone else thought of him.  With David, on the other hand, it was always about God.  He didn’t conform to what was supposed to be polite or correct and didn’t care what anybody thought.  He had the guts to stand up for what he believed was right.

David was a cowboy.  (Well, maybe he tended sheep, but you get the idea.)

So were Elijah, Phineas, Gideon, and on down the line.  Even Paul was a bit of a cowboy. These were guys that didn’t go with the flow, didn’t care if they were popular, and had the guts to stand for what they believed in. There was a little bit of Texas in all of these men that made them stand apart from the crowd. They were just different from than the rest.  They wouldn’t have cared if they were accepted around town, in any polite society, or even in the churches.  They were cowboys.

Now, I don’t expect to see God with a cowboy hat and boots, yellin’ “Yeehaw” while He lassos us up before Him, but I betcha there’s a whole herd of cowboys in Heaven whoopin’ and hollerin’.

Oh yeah, I reckon they let cowboys in up there.  I’ll betcha cowboys are God’s favorite kind of people.

Be Still

There is a depth to silence that the carnal mind is not able to comprehend. 

We often feel more secure when a cloud of noise surrounds us in our daily lives, as if it was a buffer to cover us from issues of life that we either do not understand or would rather not face. 

But there are times when we are faced with a spiritual silence, and when we are, we scramble for the reassuring feel of that gravel beneath our feet of the daily issues of life that we know how to deal with.  It is times like these that we are forced to reflect on the stark reality of Eternity and our tiny place in the eternal scheme of God.

Prayer times are good weathervanes.  It’s great when my prayer time is filled up with all sorts of things, and I can jump off from one thing to the next and feel like I’m actually getting right up to the Throne of God and accomplishing something.  It is a great feeling when it feels like God can not only can hear you, but is also paying attention to what you are praying about.  You walk out of the prayer room with a sense of accomplishment, and you are ready to face the day with a confidence that you have won in prayer.

But sometimes it isn’t like that.

Have you ever had prayer hours when you feel like you have been dumbed down and can only sit there mumbling about some mindless thing?  There may be a million issues to pray about, but you can’t think of any at the moment. You’re flapping your wings, but you just can’t seem to get off the ground.  You repeat your prayers like a monotone tape recorder, but it doesn’t come from your heart.  So, you stand up and walk back and forth to get some juice going in your prayers, but you only feel like a tin soldier marching back and forth.

You know God can hear, but is He listening? 

Where are all the fireworks?  What happened to that vibrant flow of excitement that comes when you can feel yourself reaching Heaven?  Did I do something wrong, or am I running down a wrong direction?  Or is God just tired of me, and is paying attention to someone else right now?

And the answer comes back in a reassuring, quiet voice,

“Be still, and know that I am God.”  Psalms 46:10

Brother Dale
dale@revivalfire.org
www.RevivalFire.org

Quietness

Have you ever been out in the middle of a calm sea with no wind or waves to break the monotony?  The circle of the horizon offers no points of distinction, and the calm, still air smothers any sense of direction.  You sit still in a boat without oars as you feel time dissolve around you.  With no place to go, and no way to get there, you find yourself in a situation where you have to yield to the suppression of your spirit as even the air itself smothers you into silence.

There are times in your Christian walk that God will bring you into such a solitary place.  It is not only a time for reflection, but also for the quieting of your own spirit.  It is one of the toughest experiences that you ever have to go through in God, but when He places you there, you have no choice but to sit still and wait.

All the great personalities in the Word of God went through times like that before they were called into the thick of what would become the real essence of their ministry.  Abraham had his walk through the land of Canaan, never understanding where he was going or why.  Moses had his 40 years on the backside of the desert.  Joseph cooled his heels in prison, forgotten by everyone for years.  Elijah did his time in the desert, as did Paul and Jesus.  Jonah only spent 3 days in the belly of a whale, but I’m sure he would have traded that with Moses’ 40 years in a heartbeat.

When we begin our journey in life to serve the Lord, we often rush headlong in zeal and excitement to accomplish the great things that we feel are set before us.  We charge off on our white stallion to conquer the forces of darkness and set the captives free.  The rush of the wind blowing through our hair as we hold up the Blood-Stained Banner in a galloping charge is exhilarating.  The thrill of victory runs through us as we battle through one enemy after another.

But then the time comes when we find ourselves in that quiet place, and the adrenaline that was pumping through our veins drains out of us, leaving us frantic in the midst of the calm.  While we fret about being abandoned and left out to fallow, we wonder what did we do wrong?  

Has God forsaken us for someone else?  It feels like being left by a faithless lover for someone who is younger and better looking.  Satan is right there at our shoulder to confirm all this.  He whispers to us that we’re finished, washed up, and God is done with us.  It is hard not to despair when all around you, others are charging off into their own victories with that same look of conquest on their faces that you had at one time.

If God would just set us down and explain to us what is going on, this would be easy.  But then, that’s the whole point – it isn’t supposed to be easy.  Battles are easy because at least you know what is going on, but sitting in the midst of this barren desert is killing you.  Common sense and carnal reasoning cries that this is a mistake – God should be using you in some strong way, especially since you have proven yourself so faithful in all that you have fought for.  You have done everything He has asked of you, so why has He dropped you off into a cloud of nothingness?

These are the times that break your spirit and take the “you” out of “you”.  You are left with nothing that remains of the great Christian warrior you saw yourself as.  Your strength is drained, and you are left with only one thing – hope.  Not hope in your victories or your accomplishments, but with a hope in that faint glimmer that leads to the mercy of God.  Nothing else matters.

No matter how many miracles Jesus did, no matter how many dead He raised, no matter how many sermons He delivered, it was not until He was completely broken on that old rugged Cross, and had surrendered His life to death, that the greatest victory of all time was won.

Only when you have reached that same broken, crucified rest on the Cross, will your victory also be complete. 

Boy Scouts

For as the body without the spirit is dead ….”  James 2:26

When I was a punk kid on the streets of Jersey, I joined the Boy Scouts with several of the other kids off the streets.  We had a great time playing basketball and fooling around.  Every once in a while, they would send us to camp just to get us off the streets. We had no interest in the Boy Scouts motto or doing good deeds; we just wanted to have fun.

One day they brought an official to visit us who asked us why we had joined the Scouts.  Thinking I was supposed to give some kind of proper response, I spouted off a phony high-sounding answer that I thought was pretty intelligent. 

“Very nice”, the official answered.  “Anyone else?”

One of the guys quipped in response, “Yeah, we just want to go camping and have fun.”

Forty-five years later, I am still struck with the honesty of that kid’s answer.  We weren’t there to become model citizens – we were just there to have fun. 

When someone asks me today why I have chosen to serve the Lord in spite of all the challenges it brings, I think back to that kid’s answer. 

I could give you all sorts of correct answers.  I could quote a long list of Bible proofs; I can enumerate intricacies of prophetic fulfillments; I can list all the consequences of sin and the wonderful rewards for righteousness; and I can fill an evening with high-sounding theology; but none of those are right.

The truth is, I just want to have fun.

I would have never become a Christian if it were simply a matter of right and wrong.  I didn’t want to be good – there didn’t seem to be much point in it – and I didn’t care that somebody had died for me.  Besides, I didn’t believe in God anyway, so why would I even entertain the idea of becoming some sour-pussed “goody-two-shoes”.  Sin didn’t seem so bad to me, and the world offered so many enticing opportunities that serious Christianity shunned.  I honestly could not figure out why anyone would want to be a Christian.

But then I got saved. 

I didn’t know what “saved” was, and had never heard of being “born-again”, but something drew me down to the altar that night to give my life to Christ.   I had no idea there was a Spirit of God, never mind being able to feel it, but when I went through that old-fashioned prayer of repentance and the heavens opened up, I actually felt the Spirit of God come down and save my soul.  I tasted of the glory of God in that moment on my knees, and nothing was ever the same again!

So why do I serve the Lord?  Because it feels so good!  Why do I read and pray so much? So I can walk in His Spirit and feel the Holy Ghost.  Nothing fancy; nothing high-falutin’; nothing sophisticated and proper – I just love that feeling!   There is Life in the presence of the Spirit of God that cannot be duplicated by anything in this world, and I, for one, am hopelessly addicted to it.

When I walk into a church that is not alive with the Spirit of God, there is a deadness in the air. It’s almost as if they are going through the motions, but don’t know why. If there is no Spirit of God, then there is no Life, and if there is no Life, then why bother?  They have a body, but no spirit; it looks like the real thing, but it is dead; they go to church and call themselves Christians, but they just go through the motions and are missing out on the whole reason they got saved in the first place.

 … and I think back to that kid’s answer so many years ago. 

I want to be in a church that is alive with the Spirit of God; not some tomb that has all the right answers, all the proper theologies, and all the correct traditions, but no life. I want to taste the Glory of God. 

Nothing else will do.


[This article is an excerpt from
“Revival in the Wings”, vol. 4 of the Voice in the Wilderness series –

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I have another request for money.

I feel like I’m always asking for money, but maybe that’s not a bad thing. The money isn’t going to some pointless cause, neither is it going to cover someone’s mistakes or stupidity, nor is anyone slicing a portion off for themselves.  This is going to keep the revival meetings alive that are winning so many souls.

Pastor Momo Seley (wheelministry@gmail.com) is carrying on the revival meetings that I first started bringing to Liberia a few years ago. Night after night in church after church, they are holding meetings and souls are coming in.  Hundreds of souls have been born again, even well over a thousand in just he past few months. And the meetings are still going on. Souls that have been starved for years are coming to get saved.

Pastor Momo in now reaching out into the rural back country where the Gospel has not been heard in generations and where there no Bibles available.  None. The Bibles we have purchased have been the first glimmer of light that has been seen in this area of witchcraft and darkness. And they are coming to salvation in droves.

The revival that I promised them is coming.

They need Bibles and they need help with ministry expenses to make these meetings continue. From transportation to gas for the generator, from food to be distributed to the spiritual food of Bibles, all the money to keep the meetings going must come from somewhere, and these pastors and volunteers do not have any.

I would like to ask you to do something different. Instead of giving to me to in turn send it to Pastor Momo, would you send it to him directly? Send your donation to Momo Seley by Western Union or Moneygram, and then email the transaction information to him.  Not only is it very easy and saves in the extra transaction fees, but it gives you a chance to be involved directly in your own ministry and to develop an ongoing relationship with a truly effective crusade to win souls and bring revival.

Name: Momo Seley
email: wheelministry@gmail.com
phone: +231 8869 05944,
+231 776655663
Country: Liberia

Can you give $100.00? Or 50.00?  I promise you that it will be the best hundred dollars you ever gave. You can never go broke buying Bibles or supporting soul-winning movements . That is the gift that not only blesses the receiver but continues to bless others through them as it helps them grow in the Lord.

You will never regret it. 

Brother Dale

Sunset Strip

[excerpt from Voice in the Wilderness, vol. 4, Revival in the Wings]

“Jesus Christ is coming back to Earth again. Repent or perish!”

I still remember standing there on Sunset Strip hearing these hippies telling me to repent.  Long hair, raggedy old T-shirts, and patched jeans — straight out of the drug culture of the 60’s.

I gotta tell you, I was a little put off.

I thought Christians had to have a wife and kids, a two-car garage, a 9-to-5 job, and carry a briefcase.  What was this?  This wasn’t what I thought a Christian was supposed to be.  Even their Bibles were worn and tattered.  Weren’t they supposed to all nice and pretty?

And what was all this stuff about repentance and a burning Hell? Who did they think they were telling me I had to repent?  After all, I knew about God and had plenty of theories of my own. I didn’t need anybody to tell me about God.

But there was this fire in their eyes and intensity about them that riveted me.  I had never heard a message preached like this before.  Everything I had heard was about how much God loved me, so I figured that if there was a Heaven, everybody was going there … unless, of course, you were really, really bad.

But that’s not what they told me.  They spoke about being “born again” and feeling the Spirit of God save my soul.  Huh?  Where’d that come from?  I never heard that in the churches I went to when I was a little kid.

And then there was always that line about keeping the commandments of God.  It seems that the only way that I would be able to do that is if I got saved first.

Well, I had news for them – I didn’t want to keep the commandments of God. I was having too much fun, and I did not want to become a Christian.  Besides, if God loved me, then what was the big deal?

But it was a big deal.  And these people would not quit. 

I don’t know how many of these Jesus Freaks I blew off with my philosophies about God, but no matter how smart I thought I was, there was no denying that they had some kind of fire burning inside them that I couldn’t figure out, and I just had to know what it was.

Now, at this time, there were all kinds of freaks running around with new “spiritual” ideas, and you really had to sort through some crazy stuff.  Some of them were so whacked-out that they would run around chanting and playing tambourines in orange robes with their heads shaved (except for a pony tail that God was supposed to grab to pull them up to Heaven).  If that’s what you had to do to get to Heaven, then I was ready to take my chances with Hell.

Others floated around like they were in some dream (or on some drug – I never could figure out which), and everything was “beautiful”.  Yeah, in your dreams.

Another group was started by a well-known science fiction writer.  Oh boy, that really made sense, didn’t it!  Apply all these science fiction principles to your life and call it a fancy name.  Thanks, but if your foundation was built on science fiction, then so were your ideas about God.

Then there was the “Children of God” who preached that God’s Love meant you could do anything you wanted – have free sex, take drugs, whatever.  Well, then what was the point?  I was already doing that, so why did I need God to tell me it was okay.

But these other guys were serious about the Gospel, and that’s what made them stand out in the crowd.  There was something different about them, and if they were right, then I wanted to know.  I figured that if they were just on another trip, then I would know when I went to their services.  (Besides, they served a free meal after services, and I was hungry.)

It did not take but a few minutes after walking in the door before I knew that they were for real.  I didn’t hear some new trip about God – I heard an old-fashioned Gospel and found myself at the altar asking a God that I wasn’t sure about to save my soul.

Now, if that had been all there was to it, I’d have walked out after services and kept on going my own way, but it wasn’t.  Imagine my surprise when I felt the Spirit of God come down and wash away all the sins that I didn’t even know I had committed.  Something incredibly supernatural happened to me right then and there, and I knew I was a new creature in God. I didn’t understand what happened, but I knew I was saved!

That was over 50 years ago, and that Gospel is just as strong today as it was back then.  That’s why I don’t preach a Gospel of ideas or theology, but a Gospel of power.

If you don’t have that, then maybe — just maybe — you’re missing out on the most important thing in life.  If the fire of God is not burning in your heart, then maybe you need to find out why.  Maybe you need that same supernatural experience of Salvation.

There are a lot of paths to take in Life, and many of them sound good, but only one leads to the Cross. There may be 50,000 philosophies about God in this world, but only one of them is the Truth and has the definite power of God to change your life.

That’s the one I have chosen … and it has made all the difference in the world.


[Excerpt from “Revival in the Wings”, vol. 4 of A Voice in the Wilderness]
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To Conceal a Thing

It is the glory of God to conceal a thing:
but the honor of kings is to search out a matter. (Proverbs 25:2)

Everybody has those times when you just don’t know what to do. It’s easy for someone to just tell you to simply seek the Lord for your answers, but oftentimes that means entering into a very nebulous arena where there are few clear-cut signposts to show you the way. 

You want an answer?  Oh, well praise the Lord, just pray!  Sounds so simple, doesn’t it?  But you and I both know it isn’t always that simple. Sometimes the right answers are elusive and are found hiding behind shadowy rocks and vague shapes in a misty landscape. 

The Lord does want me to do the right thing, doesn’t He?  Why doesn’t He make things more obvious?  Can’t He just tell me what I’m supposed to do and leave it at that?  Wouldn’t that make things so much simpler?

Well, yes and no.  

Sometimes, He just wants to see how much you really want that answer and how many obstacles you are willing to overcome to get it.  Remember, He didn’t say it is to those who try, but to those who overcome that will eat of the Tree of Life. (Rev. 2:7) It really strikes at the heart of our willingness to carry the Cross. 

Sometimes it is just a matter of getting us to realize how much we need Him.  If everything were easy, there would be no reason to seek His face.  After a while, the price that was paid on the Cross would not seem as big of a deal anymore.  We could just snap our fingers and God would spring into action!  God loves us, doesn’t He?

Everyone would like a Gospel without a Cross — that is why there are so many Prosperity preachers out there – but there is no such Gospel.  We are thrust into a war where the combatants are invisible, our choice of paths are often dictated by desires instead of sight, and the ultimate ends for our souls can only be taken by faith.

To negotiate the way before us we need a determination to resist the comforts that our flesh pulls us and reach through to the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen, fueled by the hope of righteousness above all things. 

That’s tough sometimes.  And that’s why the Lord puts us through those dark valleys that we must go through.

No, I don’t like it either.  But you know what?  Above all things, I want to go to Heaven.

“Enter ye in at the strait gate: for wide is the gate, and broad is the way, that leadeth to destruction, and many there be which go in thereat: Because strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it.”  (Matt. 7:13,14)

[Excerpt from “Revival in the Wings”, volume 4 of A Voice in the Wilderness]

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Without a Vision

Without a vision, the people perish… (Proverbs 29:18)

I have listened carefully to the recent debates concerning gay marriage.  Just by the fact there is even a debate about it causes me to despair about the future of our society.  We are following the historic paths of the great societies throughout time that declined into moral degradation and ultimately perished.

The word is that the homosexual issue can be won by relegating it to social and legal arguments instead of moral ones.  If we admit that homosexuality is merely a preference or a medical anomaly, then how can we deny them their social rights? 

It makes for a difficult point to argue against if you take God out of the picture.  After all, they are people too, aren’t they?

Rambling on and on about statistics and studies on the effects of social change can go on forever without ever coming to a conclusion.  Let’s do another study!  We don’t know enough about it already.  We’ll just argue this thing to death by trying to prove our opinion with slippery facts.

How in the world did we get so far away from our roots?  How did we allow ourselves to step off the bedrock of moral absolutes into the quicksand of relative truths?

It started when we left off to fear the Lord.

First, it was that the fear of God isn’t really “dread” or trembling fear.  It was just “awesome respect”.  Oh, that sounds so much better doesn’t it?  God really loves us, and He wouldn’t be some old, austere, judgmental God, now would He?

Then it was just, “have a little talk with Jesus” and you got your ticket in!  Hakuna Matata.  You don’t have to worry about it anymore.  God is Love!  Hooray!

Well, now that we have got that settled, we can slack off on our intensity to walk in extreme holiness and righteousness. Neither do we have to read and pray as if our lives depended on it anymore.  We can just cruise on through.  Or, as one old man put it, “just relax and be raptured”.

Where did this all start?  In the Seminaries and Bible Colleges.  It took some time, but with a little here and a little there, Satan worked a perfect plan to take the guts out of the Gospel. We now have very well-educated ministers who know all about administration; they know all about Greek Lexicons; they’re all read up on the latest “self-help” Christian books, they’re established in church doctrines, and they know how to “prepare” their sermons and balance the church finances … but they’ve forgotten how to walk in the Spirit of God.

And there is no outpouring of the Holy Ghost in the land.  It’s been so long since we’ve had one that we don’t even know what a revival is anymore, and we don’t have a clue as to what it takes to have one.

And so, we are left with a sophisticated church that has no life in it.   The tethers that tie us to that bedrock of Truth have been severed, because it is only through the Fear of the Lord that men depart from evil – nothing else.  Take that away, and you slip off the Rock into quicksand.

The excitement that drives a revival only comes after a people realize their apostasy and come to a place of deep, brokenhearted repentance and begin to cry out to God with all their hearts.  The blueprint for a God-sent revival is in the Book of Joel. 

Without that, you don’t have a vision.  All you have is “church as usual”.

Therefore also now, saith the LORD, turn ye even to me with all your heart, and with fasting, and with weeping, and with mourning: And rend your heart, and not your garments, and turn unto the LORD your God: for he is gracious and merciful, slow to anger, and of great kindness, and repenteth him of the evil. (Joel 2:12-13)

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False Revival

“So, he came to the king. And the king said unto him, Micaiah, shall we go against Ramoth-gilead to battle, or shall we forbear? And he answered him, Go, and prosper: for the LORD shall deliver it into the hand of the king.”  I Kings 22:15

Sometimes I feel like I have more questions than answers, and sometimes I am left wondering why the things I see do not line up with the things I feel. I guess that’s where the proverb comes in that it is the glory of God to conceal a thing, but the honor of kings is to search out a matter. 

Often, something sounds so good on the surface, but doesn’t feel right in your guts, and you wonder why. 

For instance, I keep hearing about the coming “breakthrough” revival that is just about to hit this area in which I live, specifically through Assemblies of God.  Many Christians are excited about the coming prospects, and you can hear it in their voices as they tell you about all the prophesies that have been spoken over them, and the visitations from other revivalists who just feel like this area is a “magnet”. 

They will tell you that they have even gone on a 40-day fast for this revival. Of course, they didn’t really fast for 40 days; they just had a lot of people go on a lot of tiny fasts for a period of 40 days.  They talk about the all-night prayer meetings they’ve had for revival.  They don’t tell you that they didn’t actually pray all night – they just had a bunch of people take a lot of little time slots throughout the night.

They talk about getting right with God and getting “realigned” or “shifting to correction”, but nothing is mentioned about broken-hearted repentance and weeping before God.  Instead, we hear about the wonderful party they had at the revival meeting.

Gee, it all sounds so good, and who would dare to say anything disparaging about it?  But you know, the more I hear about it, the more that something seems missing. 

So I back up a bit and give the same sarcastic answer as Micaiah did, “Go and prosper.”

“Hope everything is beautiful.”
“You go, girl!” 
“Good luck.”
“Hope you make it!”

In my heart, however, what they are spilling out just doesn’t feel the same as what they try to make it sound like.  What these people are calling for is a party with all the balloons, but I hear nothing about the desperation that the Word of God requires for revival. 

If they are afraid to even speak the severe words that call for deep, broken repentance, then do they really think that their churchy, substitute phrases will pierce through to people’s hearts?

If all they will fast is for a day or so, and all they will pray is an hour or so, then it doesn’t sound to me like they are serious.  You can quote all the so-called “fair-haired boy” prophesies that you want, but I don’t see that kind of “pretty prophesies” in the Bible without a price being paid somewhere by somebody.

Any revival that comes without a crucified price from the people of God is superficial at best and will not come with any substance.  Lest we forget, the altar of God is not a place of singing and dancing, but of blood, sacrifice, and death.

I do not see broken hearts that are desperate for a return to righteousness so they can have an outpouring of the Holy Ghost.  Neither do I see people that are cut to the heart for lost souls that are on their way to an everlasting Hell.

Until I see that, then, like Micaiah, I remain unimpressed.