From: Spiritual
Warfare
Right now, in the secret
place, God is preparing a generation of Ezekiels. They are nameless, faceless
voices.
He is plucking them from
office jobs and universities, from tattoo parlors and bars, from dry churches
and kitchens where they cook dinner with a baby on their hip, from the mission
field and the prayer room. He's whispering to them in the night, shaking their
circumstances and erasing the lines of their neatly drawn comfort zones.
They are learning to walk
through fire. They are forsaking fear and falling madly back in love with their
First love. They are being ruined to everything else, spoiled by His presence.
They won't want the world ever again, not after what they've seen and felt Him
do.
They will be a peculiar
people, an upside down people. Turning the other cheek to their enemy, blessing
those who curse them, giving everything they've got to those who can't give
anything back. They will make Jesus' name famous by choosing the altar over the
audience.
They will live a laid down
life, broken and poured out like an alabaster box. They will not forget what
they were rescued from, and will live with reckless abandon for the one whom
they call Savior.
They will raise an army of
dry bones to life with the Power of the Almighty they've submitted to. Signs
and wonders will follow them and favor will be bound to their heads. They are
marked. They are bold. They will not shrink back.
They are revival, burning
hard and fierce. The fire in them is unquenchable.
Just wait. When you hear
their voices you will know that they are sent. You will know that they are
chosen.
But right now they are
silent, weeping between porch and altar, being firmly rooted in an eternal
paradigm. They are being sandaled with readiness for the gospel of peace. And
with those readied feet they will run over glass, coals, lava if they have to.
They won't slow down. They won't draw attention to their own able feet but
instead, they will proclaim that there is one on His way, one who they aren't
worthy to tie the sandals of.
Get ready, nations, this
remnant is being prepared. They will shake the entire world. They will ask
questions that demand answers, they will carry an anointing that cannot be
denied. They will not relent in their cries for heaven and mercy and miracles.
The Truth is in them, and it is stirring, building, nearing the moment that it
breaks forth.
You'll know it's time when
you hear their voices. The nameless, faceless ones.
By Jessica Sowards &
Freedom In Christ