“Revival- the inrush of the Spirit into the body that threatens to become a corpse.”- D.M. Panton

All of a sudden, I feel like I am going to explode, all of a sudden I feel like I am bursting at the seams. Why? Because I’ve been reading Leonard Hill and quotes from preachers like Tozer and it makes me want to climb on a table and shout. Why? Because I want to see Acts break out, and all of a sudden, the sleeping game isn’t fun anymore. Its almost as if reality has been quickened to me and I can’t watch as people dwindle away their lives anymore. Its no longer okay that half of my friends have no idea why they are on the planet and the other half have forgotten why. Its not okay that I am not burning, and its not okay that I haven’t been prompted to burn. Jesus, be the flame in my heart. God, make it not okay that we aren’t seeing anyone saved. Jesus, that your words would once again be cloaked with power when it leaves our lips! That we would be emancipators!! God that we would be Abraham Lincoln’s in the Spirit in this modern day! That bondages would be broken! What does it look like? Why have we forgotten the definition of conviction and talk has become so cheap? The name of Jesus is power, but to so many of us, its just another catch phrase. That is not okay. Not on my watch. That’s what I want to say. At the end of the day, I DO NOT WANT IT TO BE SAID OF ME THAT I FADED OUT. I want to know that I did ALL that I could and that I did not waste my time. I want to know that I did all that was dreamed out for me in the heart of the Father. I do not want to ride the waves of relevance and political correct-ness. I do not want to ride the wave of popularity and social acceptance if it will cost me my heart. I do not want to contend for the best possible way to be a peaceable person, but I want to stir things up in a God way. I want to breathe passion and leak love in your way. I don’t know if I’m a prophet, but I sure don’t want to be a resounding cymbal full of empty words void of power. I don’t want to waste any words of my own. I know its lofty, I know I haven’t asked for this in a while, but all of a sudden, everything else just seems really really subordinate. Everything else suddenly just dwindled, because ALL OF A SUDDEN eternity just got quickened into my spirit. All of a sudden, things as normal aren’t okay any more. I remember why I never wanted to waste a conversation talking about anything but Jesus my junior year. I remember why I thought everything else was sub-par and anything that would compromise what God was doing became my enemy. I remember the zeal and its necessity, the holy militancy. Sometimes you gotta look up and realize that whether or not you choose to engage, there is a battle that flames all around you. The other side ain’t gonna stop and pity you, so I don’t know why we stop and pity them, why we tolerate keeping the things that eat away at burning hearts.

IF YOU READ THIS AND YOU FEEL A YEARNING IN YOUR HEART, DON’T LET IT DIE, CULTIVATE IT. YOU WERE BORN WITH A PURPOSE, NOT JUST TO EXIST (THAT WOULD BE STUPID). EVERYTHING THAT TELLS YOU OTHERWISE IS A LIE. It makes me so angry to watch people who have had incredible experiences with God and have huge destinies ahead but have fallen. Its an INJUSTICE that the enemy has lied and enticed them away from what they had in God, but know that its not too late to return and the devil has to repay seven times what he stole. Still, its our job to cling on and cultivate burning hearts. You have no idea what kind of destiny God has in store for you, DON’T LET IT PASS YOU BY.