The Mombassa Road Diaries – April 4th – b

It is 11:30 a.m. on Tuesday. A bizarre thing happens. I receive a message through my mobile from my biological sister who is also born-again that she has sent me some money through MPESA (a way of transmitting money through cell phones). On calling to thank her for the money, I am surprised to learn she had not sent me any money. I scroll through the messages in my phone but the message is nowhere to be seen. Later on, I discover that I have a bill to pay for the same amount as the one in the message that disappeared. My sister just laughs when l call her for the second time informing her I could not find the message. Over the Easter weekend, I had been hammering the enemy (preaching and witnessing) and I do not know if this “’ghost” message has anything to do with the spiritual war I had engaged the enemy in.

Brother Pius

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Coming to Jordan

Fire in the Hole

“ … and a great multitude from Galilee followed him, and from Judaea, and from Jerusalem, and from Idumaea, and from beyond Jordan; and they about Tyre and Sidon, a great multitude, when they had heard what great things he did, came unto him.”
Mark 3:7,8

I went to a local church on Sunday that has about 3,000 members to see what it was like. Obviously, there must be something there that attracts so many people, and I wanted to see what it was.  I was told that the pastor was a very good preacher, but there was also a pause when I was told  that which hinted at something that was missing. Well, there are always issues no matter where you go, so I decided to see for myself.

While I would admit that the pastor was a very good and impassioned speaker, I cannot say that he delivered an anointed message.  Maybe it was an “off” day.  But after several weeks of coming to his church, I was left with little more than a series of interesting messages, but no demonstration of the Spirit and power that Paul writes about in 1 Corinthians chapter 2. Nice, interesting, some great points … but not anointed.

Do we not understand the difference anymore? Has it been so long since we have had the anointing of the Holy Spirit take control of our pulpits that we no longer recognize what we are missing? Yes, this pastor was very passionate, but that does not constitute the anointing of the Holy Ghost. Yes, it was very interesting, but that does not transform a human soul. Yes, I am sure he meant well, but that and 50 cents won’t buy you a cup of coffee. Whatever happened to the outpouring of the power of God during services when whole congregations were so immersed in the Spirit that they were not only transformed by the message but overwhelmed with the presence of God?  Has it been so long that we have forgotten what that was like?

The thundering echoes of our men of God from the past have been reduced to the distant murmurs of a faded memory. Where have these great men and women of God gone? Where is the manifestation of the miracles of the Holy Spirit, the transforming power of anointed preaching of the Word of God, and the downpour of Holy Ghost conviction that sent a flood of repentant sinners to the altar? Where did God go? Has He left our churches to find fertile ground elsewhere? 

I was told by a woman who attends this church that she loves her pastor because “he doesn’t have a single judgmental bone in his body”.  Maybe that’s what the problem is — we have become “nice”. Certainly you can attract 3,000 people if you tell them what they want to hear, but are we so in tune with being “nice” that we have forsaken the commission God has given us to stand for the Truth? Have we become so focused on being “People That Love” that we no longer fear God?  Make no mistake, when you leave the fear of God, you abandon not only the depths of wisdom and understanding, but the strength and authority in God that goes with them. In our efforts to please people we have lost our place in God.  And with it, our anointing.

What caused so many people in Judea to drop everything they were doing and walk all the way to hear Jesus?  It was because he spoke with authority under the anointing of the Holy Spirit. That is what feeds a hungry soul, not theologically correct sermons and complacent messages that are designed to entertain rather than convict.  It takes Living Waters to quench a thirsty soul.

We are missing this today.  I understand that many pastors and evangelists are trying their hardest to convey the Gospel as best they can,

… But that is the problem, not the solution.

Brother Dale,  dale@revivalfire.org

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New Wine

Lately, I’ve been putting together some video clips from my last trip to Uganda to post on my website. Watching them reminded me how great it felt to be in those services.  That, and what a contrast they were to the services here back in the USA  last Sunday.  What a difference!

When I share these videos of wildly exuberant praise going on at these services, why is it that I don’t get more of a rise from our quietly sophisticated church brethren?  Yeah, there’s some comments of approval, but few cries of desperate hunger.

Over here, it is like sipping on a glass of wine, holding the glass between your index finger and thumb while you pinky hangs gracefully in the air. You get a bit of a nice warm feeling while you discuss the discreet variances of flavor and undertones of the wine. Nice. And quite cultured. Some people really like that kind of thing.

Over in Africa, however, it’s like drinking the whole bottle … in one long upended pull.  Same wine, but wow, what a difference!

Maybe it’s just me, but wouldn’t you want to be immersed in a deluge of the Holy Spirit, rather than sipping at the edge of the glass? I will always remember the 70’s during the Jesus Movement when the Holy Ghost would fall down on services every night so hard that you would be literally beside yourself, jumping up and down, hands raised to touch the heavens, shouting out praises to God at the top of your lungs.  You couldn’t help yourself.  And that was the tame ones in the crowd!

I’m seeing the same thing in Africa that I saw in the U.S. in 1970.  And I am seeing the same reaction from the churches.  Back then, they patronized us long-haired Jesus Freaks as just a passing fad – a little crazy from drugs, but otherwise harmless.    Now, that same Holy Ghost excitement that is happening in Africa and it is being explained away as emotionalism or as something detatched that is happening “over there”.   (“Don’t you know they’re just more emotional over there? After all, white men can’t dance!”) Yeah, well then explain the powerful outpouring of the Jesus Movement that we had over here.  I’m white, and I was dancing.

Which do you want – the glass or the bottle?  You want a nice warm buzz, or do you want to get sloppy drunk out of your mind?  Are you so damned sophisticated that you can’t tell the difference?  Or is it that you are so comfortable where you are that you don’t want to shake things up … or worse, turn them upside down?

I’m going to post the videos of those wild and exuberant services anyway. I want people to see that there is a very real difference between what we have and what we could have.  We had it once.  Why not again? Of course, that begs the question, how bad do we want it?

There is a great move of God coming – a 2^nd Pentecost- but it is not coming to the churches, and if you are not careful, you might miss it.

“And they were all amazed, and were in doubt, saying one to another,
What meaneth this?  Others mocking said, These men are full of new wine.” Acts 2:12,13

“Awake, ye drunkards, and weep; and howl, all ye drinkers of wine, because of the new wine; for it is cut off from your mouth.” Joel 1:5

Brother Dale, dale@revivalfire.org

 

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Magic Words

“Therefore it is of faith, that it might be by grace; to the end the promise might be sure to all the seed; not to that only which is of the law, but to that also which is of the faith of Abraham; who is the father of us all, (As it is written, I have made thee a father of many nations,) before him whom he believed, even God, who quickeneth the dead, and calleth those things which be not as though they were.
Who against hope believed in hope, that he might become the father of many nations, according to that which was spoken, So shall thy seed be. “
Romans 4:16-18

What an incredible statement of faith! To believe not only the unseen, but the incomprehensible simply because God said so! Abraham believed God! But how is it that we so readily try to take this great pronouncement of faith in God’s creative power and ascribe it to ourselves?
Abraham had just settled in Haran with his brother and family when God told him to pack up and leave. Just when everything was going so well! Just go, God told him, and He would tell him where he was going when he got there.
So Abraham left.
Then God declares unto Abraham great promises that he would inherit the land, that all nations would be blessed because of him, and that his seed would be like the dust of the world. Pretty astounding stuff for a camel herder to hear.
Abraham wasn’t sure where all this was going, but he knew it was true. After all, this didn’t come from Abraham’s imagination, but directly from the mouth of God. Abraham was even visited by the priest of the Most High God, Melchizedek, and was blessed again. Okay, now he knows that this is not coincidence, but this is real. But what exactly is going on?
And then one more time, God appears to him and promises His all encompassing protection and reward. Pretty heavy stuff for anyone, even someone as righteous as Abraham. But what is Abraham supposed to do with all this? What is the purpose of all these great and precious promises? He has no children, so who is he supposed to pass this on to after he is dead? What is the point?
God then promises Abraham the stars in the sky. And Abraham believes Him. He believed God because He was God, and God could bring nothing into existence and make things that are not to become real – or as the King James translators put it, “calleth those things which be not as though they were.” Abraham did not have to know how God did it or why. He didn’t even have to believe that God could do it – He simply believed that He would. And God counted to him for righteousness.
But what do I hear in the churches today? “Oh praise the Lord, brother. Just speak the word and call those things which be not into existence!” “Just name it and claim it!” “Call it into being!” Yeah right, just snap your fingers and speak it into the wind and all kinds of stuff will pop into existence!
Excuse me, but where did we get this kind of outrageous audacity from? Who gave you the power of creation? Do you really think that because you got saved that you automatically inherited the divine powers of creation? You can just snap your fingers and speak something into existence? That is not faith – that is presumption. And an audacious presumption at that.
The Bible says that the kingdom of God is not in word but in power. In other words, we have power in God through our faith and our broken submission to Him, but our faith is in God’s power, not our own. But magic words do not possess power of their own. To attribute magical power to words that we speak is not faith. It’s the kind of stuff you learn at Hogwarts with Harry Potter. It is sorcery, and it is sin.
The funny thing is that I hear Christians misquote Romans 4:17 all the time, attributing God’s divine power to themselves, but it always seems to come from Christians who have not found that broken, crucified walk in God. These are the same Christians who are enamored with prosperity, blessings and wealth and believe there will be a great transference of wealth to themselves. Their main focus seems to be, not on what they can do for God, but what God can do for them. They won’t pay the price that is required, but they sure want to reap the rewards. They don’t want to break their spirits or crucify their flesh, but are expecting the deeper spiritual walk that comes from sacrifice. They won’t prostrate themselves and cry out upon the altar of repentance with fastings, prayers, and tears, but they want to walk around with a power they neither earned nor deserve.
Everybody wants to be an Elijah, but nobody wants to pay the price.
Abraham believed God, and was willing to leave everything behind to follow God into a strange land, where he was a stranger. He believed God because if God said it, He could do it. God could bring forth that which did not exist into existence. God had the power, not Abraham. Abraham’s power was in that he believed God, not that he became God.
To ascribe to ourselves the divine power of creation that belongs only to God is not the righteousness of faith, but the wickedness and pride of Satan who desired to become like the Most High.

Brother Dale
RevivalFire.org
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A Missing Element – Cape Verde #7

Yesterday, we were at a camp that had been established to rehabilitate men who had been lost in drugs and bring them to salvation.  I understand that, in the 14 years that this camp has been in operation, hundreds of men have come to know Jesus Christ as their personal Savior. Many pastors have come out of here and established churches all over Cabe Verde.

We gave an altar call at the end of the second service and everyone came down.  I’m not sure that they fully understood what we were asking for, but about 50 men came down to the altar.  Oh well, we prayed them all through anyway, just to make sure.

In between the morning and afternoon services, we have been handing out handfuls of tracts and sending everyone out in twos to go witnessing in the area around whichever church we are at.  It works like a charm!  This is something new for almost everyone – they have heard of this, but have never done it. The results are always stunning and immediate – souls come in for the service and many get saved. Once they realize how simple this is, it is as if a light bulb goes off in their head.  They get it. Revival is this simple. Go get the lost and bring them in to the House of God so they can be saved, and you’ve got revival!

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Old Stones – Cape Verde #6

I wonder how old these cobblestones are that I am walking on?  I’m wandering down the narrow alleys of Praia, the capital of Cabo Verde, and there is an ancient feeling that hangs in the air.  The cobblestones under my feet are black and slick from ages of wear. There’s no telling how old they are. Old is measured here in centuries, not years.

I can just picture Portuguese soldiers in shiny breastplates and those funny curved helmets running down these very same alleys with their pikes and habergeons to the breastworks to defend the city from another attack by French or English.  Rusty old Portuguese cannons from the 17^th or 18^th century lay around as if they are discarded reminders of wars from times past.

The Plateau, as they call it, sits high above the harbor overlooking a deep blue ocean while a tropical breeze flows in cooling these old brick and plaster walls from the equatorial sun directly overhead.  In a typical sidewalk café under an expansive orange umbrella, you can sip a cup of strong espresso and enjoy the peaceful feeling of a lazy afternoon.  Old men gather to play chess around a table and argue in rapid-fire Portuguese with old friends, while young men and girls can be heard laughing at the next one. Time doesn’t really pass here – it floats away.  It is almost as if there is no time, and life drifts softly into the sunset.  Sorry, I don’t mean to sound maudlin, but there really is no other way to describe it.

It is in this hypnotic landscape that Christianity has had such a hard time gaining a foothold. It is as if these islands are in a dream world where there is no tomorrow, no yesterday, only the languid presence of now. No one cares about anything because they would have to work too hard to take it seriously. The prospect of pleasures today far outweighs the consternations of Hell tomorrow.

But there is a group of pastors who know better. They know they need something from God that is strong enough to shatter this dreamy illusion. Even their congregations are affected with a laissez-faire attitude toward church, sinners, and Eternity.  Instead of their focus being directed to the Cross, it is directed toward them; instead of looking for ways they can serve God, they are looking for ways that God can serve them.  It is the intoxication around them that has affected their outlook.

But there are pockets here of real Christians who really want revival, and it is for them that I have come. I believe that they will be the lightning rod that God will use to break the demonic spirit that has such a hold on these islands.

Last night, we ministered at such a church.  Very few people showed up for the first service and I wasn’t sure if it was just another example of “African time”, or just nobody really cared.  The Lord gave me a simple and a short message, so I delivered it and sat down.  Oh well. That was all He gave me.

I figured that it was pretty much over and that the evening service might be a dud when a girl in the congregation said she had a question.  A question? Wow. A spark of life!  She wanted to know what real-life experiences I had with revival.  Ah-hem. Excuse me, but how much time do we have?

For the next 45 minutes or so, the crowd came in and sat mesmerized as I described what true supernatural revival is really like. They sat with open hearts drinking it all while I painted a picture for them in vivid colors of what revival was really like. By the time I was finished, the place was packed!   The pastor encouraged them to put what I had said into action and handed them Gospel tracts to hand out in the streets around them for the next thirty minutes and then come back in time for the evening service.

Needless to say, that service was a great!  I don’t know how long I preached, but I know how hard. The Spirit of the Lord had taken over and we were in His presence.  What a service!

And then, as I handed the microphone to the pastor to close with an altar call, a woman came forward with her two girls to get saved.  She had gotten a tract during that 30 minute session between services and had come to church to hear the Gospel.  What an incredible breakthrough!  I felt like jumping up and down yelling, “See? See? I told you it works!”

But I didn’t have to. They were jumping up and down themselves.

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The Royal Falcons

“I have not sent these prophets, yet they ran: I have not spoken to them, yet they prophesied.
Jeremiah 23:21

I still remember the name of the gang – the Royal Falcons.  We were just kids, young punks on the streets of Jersey, but we thought we were cool – tough guys like the Mafia. Don’t mess with us ‘cause we’re the Royal Falcons!

There were gangs in some of the other neighborhoods that we had to deal with, however, and they thought they were just a bad as we thought we were.  Depending on which side of town you were in, you had Blacks, the Puerto Ricans, the Italians, and the Jewish kids.  If you walked into any of those other neighborhoods, it was war; if they walked into yours, they were fair game.  Except for the Jewish kids.  They were an easy target, so everyone picked on them.  But it was always Us against Them (with Us being the good guys, of course).

I am finding the same thing in our religious landscape today. I am bombarded with prophetic words from the latest Elijah about how God is going to send down judgment on America because we are the Great Whore or Babylon or just plain bad.  Especially the churches.  Let’s face it, they are the biggest and easiest target, so everybody picks on them.

Are you folks getting the same stuff in your Inbox that I’m getting? Honestly, I am beginning to think everybody just wants to spout off so they can feel like they are a prophet with a word from God to point the way.  It must feel good because there sure are a lot of them rising up to save the rest of us.

I notice, however, that those who are bringing forth the pronouncements are always the good guys. It’s everybody else who are the bad guys.

I don’t see it that way.  We are “everybody else”.  It’s not someone else’s fault – it’s ours.  It’s not a matter of we’re the good guys because we can see clearly what the problem with America is. No, we’re the bad guys because we can see clearly what the problem with America is — and instead of leading the way to fix it, we just point at everybody else.

The only way to revival and restoration with God is through repentance.

Okay, so who’s gonna start?  Is it going to be the crazy Pentecostals? The emotionless Baptists? The plastic Evangelicals? The idolatrous Catholics? The obsolete Methodists? Or the vitiated Episcopals? Who?  Who is going to start the ball rolling?

How about me?  Why not start with me?  After all, judgment will begin at the house of God, won’t it?  Maybe it’s not somebody else, but it is me that needs to come to a place of repentance before God and ask Him to please forgive me.  Maybe it’s my fault, not somebody else’s. Maybe instead of pointing at someone else’s need to repent, I should lead the way.

After all, that’s what Nehemiah and Daniel did.

Brother Dale

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Wedding Feast

“To an inheritance incorruptible, and undefiled, and that fadeth not away,
reserved in heaven for you …” 1^st Peter 1:4

You’ve just entered into the Great Hall and are being ushered to your place at the table. The tablecloth stretches from one end to the other in a sparkling white linen so pure and white that it is luminous. The place settings are laid out perfectly with rich china plates that seem to glow. The cups and saucers are of a delicate porcelain that seems almost translucent and light to the touch. And oh, the silverware! And the golden jewel-studded goblets that are placed beside each setting stand at attention at each place with a richness that you have never seen.  Bowls full of delicious looking fruits are set all the way down the table, bursting with flavors and scents that call you to reach out and taste them.

As the crowd begins to enter the room and take their places, there is an unspeakable joy of celebration that fills the atmosphere.  The rustle of pure white linen can be heard as each person is led to his or her place where their name is written on their invitation in pure golden foil on a sheer white vellum card. You can hardly believe you are really here as you are brought to your own seat, filled with anticipation of the celebration that is to begin.

This is the Marriage Supper of the Lamb, and your reservation has been waiting for you.

As we all settle into our seats, there is a hush that sweeps into the room, and we all stand as the Lamb of God, our Savior who has written our invitation in His own blood, enters the room.

This is the moment we have all been waiting for. This is what has made it all worthwhile.  Gone are all the tears, the hardships, and the struggles that brought us here. We have won the victory through the Blood of Jesus and have made our garments white in His Blood and have been found worthy to become His Bride and take part in this final feast of rejoicing.

How handsome is the Bridegroom!  How He looks at each of us with a personal intimacy that floods our souls with His overwhelming love for us. We are His forever. We are His Bride and nothing will ever separate us from Him for Eternity.

This is an event that will actually take place in the not-to-distant future. Those who have overcome the world will really be there and will enjoy the fruits of this great celebration.  Our time on Earth that seems so relevant now, will be but a faded memory in the face of the glory of God and the wonders of Heaven.  It does not seem so right now, but when it finally comes, it will completely eclipse everything we have experienced in this life.

I would not miss this for anything this world has to offer. I will be there no matter what it takes, whatever price that must be paid, whatever battles I must endure.  I will be there.

“To him that overcometh will I give to eat of the tree of life,
which is in the midst of the paradise of God.”
Revelations 2:7

Brother Dale

dale@revivalfire.org

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Just a bunch of noise

Noise

Ever been in a crowded room straining to hear when someone is trying to talk to you, but you can’t hear anything because of all the noise!  That’s how I’ve been feeling lately in the Christian arena. There’s so much noise that I can’t seem to hear anything that makes sense anymore.

It seems like everybody has a message they have to tell us – as if we’ve never heard this great new revelation before.  I’m glad that all these folks are excited, but pumping out the same old stuff in broad strokes is getting kind of old. When are we going to stop talking, and start doing something besides preach to each other? How about taking the message to the streets and winning souls?

Then there’s all the modern prophets that abound with their great magnanimous words from the Lord that all have that same homogenized, bland feel to them. Nothing new there either.  Same ol’ God loves you stuff about how He’s going to do great things in your life. It used to be that prophets were broken, crucified men who had paid a price of decades before the face of God before He released them to bring a word of repentance to the Church.  That’s all changed now. I guess God figured that wasn’t working anymore and didn’t fit with today’s socially acceptable Gospel, so he’s decided to use every Tom, Dick, and Harry novice with a word of “peace and safety” so that it would encourage everybody to just “love on Jesus”.  Those old judgmental, cranky old men are just not with the times anymore.  Besides, it’s so easy to pump out these “feel good” messages that everybody can do it … and so they do.  But it just ends up making a lot more noise.

Filling in the cracks are the guys with their messages about how bad the churches are – which I’ll admit is an easy target, but I already got the message. How many different ways can you say it and still not offer any definitive solutions?  If everybody is wrong (which I am not debating), then please tell me what is right and I will listen to you.  Give me some concrete examples, some definitive directions, or something other than sweeping generalizations that lose their significance in the wide spread of their ambiguity.  Worn out expressions like, “You just have to seek the Lord”, or “Stay in the Spirit” are great sound bites but have no distinct significance if you don’t know how to do that.  Let’s face it, everybody thinks they are seeking the Lord and staying in the Spirit.  It’s the other guy that they think is off the true path and out of the Spirit.  So we end up with just more noise.

As a matter of fact, even this letter is beginning to sound like a bunch of noise.

I haven’t been able to write a column for almost 2 months now. I’m tired of hearing all the same old stuff and not seeing anything come from it. I’m tired of saying the same old stuff and not see any reactions to it.   What’s the point? Just to hear ourselves pontificate? Yeah, I know that faith comes by hearing, but after a while I can’t hear anything because of all the noise!

At some point, the jangling has to give way to action.  Just before the Lord left to ascend into Heaven, He gave us one last instruction. We call it the Great Commission. He didn’t ask us to build humongous ministries, study for ministerial degrees, or yak ourselves into a mind-numbing trance – He told us to go win souls.  It was the last thing He asked us to do. Think it might be important?  Have we done that, or are we so busy making noise that we can’t hear the voice of God leading us to go out and win souls.

If you want to get away from all the noise, go out to the streets and witness. It’s real quiet out there because so few have chosen to deny themselves, pick up their cross (instead of their microphone), and follow Him. 

But out in the quietness of that solitary walk, you will hear the Spirit of God speak as clearly as you will ever hear Him.

“And, behold, the LORD passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and brake in pieces the rocks before the LORD; but the LORD was not in the wind: and after the wind an earthquake; but the LORD was not in the earthquake:  And after the earthquake a fire; but the LORD was not in the fire:

And after the fire a still small voice.”  1Kings 19:11,12

Brother Dale Garris
www.Revivalfire.org

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Dirty Clothes

I have been to a lot of Revival prayer meetings lately.  They seem to be springing up more in these last 5 years than in the previous 20.  Perhaps that’s because the need is increasing as the church world seems to be drifting more and more toward a social Gospel that is more consumer-friendly than abrasive.  The harshness of messages of repentance have not only become rare in this new modern Churchianity, but is becoming more and more frowned upon as unnecessarily judgmental, critical, and ungodly.  My, how things have changed!

Sin, however, cannot be scrubbed away so easily.  It takes soap to clean dirty clothes, and soap’s active ingredient is lye.  God is a holy God, and cannot, will not, fellowship with sin.  If you want an outpouring of the Holy Ghost, sin has to be scrubbed away.  This Emperor does not wear dirty clothes.

Is it a small wonder that so many souls are left hungry, searching for a church where they can experience the real power of God and the real meat of the Word, rather than an anemic, social version of it?  Their choice seems to be either go naked or wear dirty clothes.

The prophet Joel wrote that, in the last days, people would be groaning like beasts for pasture, but would not be able to find it.  We have arrived at those days.  I am told repeatedly from real, sincere, passionate Christians that they have given up in their search for a real church that is full of the power of God.  Some compromise by going to a church just to go to church; others have just quit looking.

But oh, how I hear of people praying for revival for their church!  I hear it all the time, “God send revival to our church and pour out the power like You have in times past!  Revive us, O God!”

Excuse me, but haven’t you missed the focus?  The true purpose of revival is not to pump up your church or to energize your services and make you feel so much more excited.  The purpose of revival, true revival, is to win souls – first, foremost, and final.  Energizing your church is only a by-product, not the real focus.

When we forget that, we shift our focus onto ourselves and away from the mass of humanity that are flowing like a great river into the pits of Hell.  We are willing to do all sorts of stuff for our church, but how many are willing to go to the streets and witness to the lost and dying?  Listen to what we ask for when we are asked for prayer requests.  It is always about us, never about the lost.  And yet, was that not the last request that Jesus left us with just before He ascended into Heaven?  Have we forgotten? Or are we so wrapped up in our Church that we no longer care?

Throughout Africa, wherever I would preach, I always emphasized this one point: the Gospel of Jesus Christ is not about you.  It will never be about you.  The Gospel of Jesus Christ is about others, others, others.  If you do not grasp this principal, you will never understand the Cross.

Revival is about winning souls, not pumping up church services.  It is the flowing of Blood to wash away sins.  It is the pumping of the very heart of God from which the Blood flows.

When you forget the true purpose of revival, you lose your mandate from God.

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