“If My people who are called by My Name humble themselves and pray and seek My face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, will forgive their sin and will heal their land.” —2 Chronicles 7:14 (NASB)
To the church in the last days—write this:
These are the words of the One who walks among the lampstands, who searches hearts with eyes like fire, and whose voice is like the sound of rushing waters. You are called to return to the Glory.
I called you to My house, and you filled it with programs. I called you to the altar, and you brought entertainment. I waited in the secret place, but you stayed on the stage. Yet still—I love you. Still—I knock. Still—I call. Return.
Remember Solomon’s temple. When the trumpeters and singers became one voice, when praise rose like incense,the house was filled with the cloud, for the glory of YHWH had come down (2 Chronicles 5:14). The priests could not stand to minister. The flesh gave way. The show ceased. The presence remained.
So I say to the Church: Return to the glory. Return to the cloud. Return to Me. It is time to Return to the Glory.
You cry for revival, but will you rend your hearts? You speak of fire, but will you lay down your idols? You pray for the Spirit, but will you wait until you are clothed with power from on high? (Luke 24:49)
Hear, O Church, the voice of the Spirit:
🕊️ “Come out from among them and be separate,” says the Lord.“Touch no unclean thing, and I will receive you” (2 Corinthians 6:17).
🔥 “Repent, and do the deeds you did at first,or I will remove your lampstand from its place unless you repent” (Revelation 2:5). Return to the glory envisioned by repentance.
👑 “You say, ‘I am rich,’ but you are blind, wretched, and naked.Buy from Me gold refined by fire.Behold, I stand at the door and knock” (Revelation 3:17–20).
Return to the Lord in brokenness
Thus says the Spirit to the churches:
Humble yourselves. Fall on your faces. Turn from pride. Turn from perversion. Turn from passivity. Let the altars burn again. Let the tears return. Let fasting replace feasting, and holiness replace hype.
For the King is coming. The Judge stands at the door. His reward is with Him. His scepter is righteousness. His robe is dipped in blood. He comes not for a harlot, but for a holy Bride.
And to the overcomers, He says: You will walk with Me in white. You will eat of the hidden manna. You will be pillars in the temple of My God. You will reign with Me forever.
📜 Final Declaration:
Let the altars be rebuilt. Let the priests weep between the porch and the altar (Joel 2:17). Let the Bride say, “Come!” Let the Spirit awaken the watchmen, the worshipers, the warriors. Let the house be filled with glory again.
A holy cry rises at sunset—the shofar sounds, declaring to heaven and earth: this world belongs to the Lord.
For the trumpet is being lifted. The wind is stirring. The Spirit is moving. The Bridegroom is near.
Church, return. Church, arise. Church, be filled with glory.
He who has an ear, let him hear what the Spirit says to the churches. Amen. Come, Lord Yeshua. —Revelation 22:20
My heart is grieved. It has become painfully rare to find a church today that still hosts regular corporate prayer. The prayer meeting—once the heartbeat of revival, the furnace of intimacy with God—has all but vanished in this age of programs and production. When I brought this burden before the Lord and asked Him why, this is what He gave me:
Church of the Living God, return to the altar of prayer. You have polished your buildings but left your knees clean. You host conferences without consecration, and you wonder why the fire does not fall.
You say, “We are growing,” but you are swelling with pride, not revival. You measure success by attendance, not obedience. You have lost your first love.
“If My people, who are called by My Name, humble themselves and pray and seek My face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.” —2 Chronicles 7:14 (NASB)
But you have not humbled yourselves. You have sought My hand, not My face. You have turned to platforms, not prayer closets. You organize your Sundays but neglect the secret place.
Before the healing comes, the jar must break. This is where revival begins—on our faces, with nothing held back.
Did Stephen stand firm as stones crushed his body, gazing into heaven with blood on his face, just so we could stay silent in a world desperate for truth?
Did John, exiled to Patmos for the Word of God and the testimony of Yeshua, receive visions of glory and judgment, so we could scroll endlessly and call it devotion?
Did the early Church gather in catacombs, risking imprisonment and death, just so we could cancel prayer night for game night?
Did Peter walk away from everything—his trade, his safety, his pride— so we could build churches without altars?
Did Mary break her alabaster jar and pour it all out at Yeshua’s feet, so we could tip God with leftovers and guard our calendars from inconvenience?
Did Paul endure lashes, mobs, betrayals, shipwrecks, and sleepless nights, just so we could spend our lives in comfort, never weeping over sin, never groaning for souls, never truly desperate for God?
Did Yeshua leave the glory of heaven, wrap Himself in frail flesh, suffer temptation, betrayal, rejection— then carry a Roman cross to Golgotha, so we could nod politely at a sermon and leave untouched?
She broke her jar before the Lord—her tears, her pride, her past spilled out in surrender. This is where healing begins: at the feet of Yeshua, with nothing held back.
The price of your redemption was blood. The way of the Kingdom is a narrow road. The call to follow Him was never comfortable—but it was always worth it.
The Son of God gave everything. The apostles lived and died in prayer and power. The Holy Spirit fell on a praying Church. So why are you asleep?
Where is your grief over the silence in the prayer room? Where is the travail for the lost, the hunger for His glory? Where are the nights of groaning, the upper rooms, the sound of saints knocking on heaven’s door?
Prostrate before the altar, they seek His face, not His hand—surrendered in a lifestyle of prayer and worship.
You forget—but Heaven remembers: There was a time when churches filled the week with prayer. When mothers wept for prodigals, and fathers cried out for cities. When children fell on their faces, and revival fire swept the land. You traded it for coffee bars and branding kits.
This is your correction: Return.
Return to the altar. Return to unity. Return to the sound of a praying Church.
It begins not with the masses, but with the few. God has always moved through a remnant. He is holy. He is just. He is jealous for His Bride. He will not share His glory with another.
A holy cry rises at sunset—the shofar sounds, declaring to heaven and earth: this world belongs to the Lord.
The time is now. Call the elders. Light the lamps. Gather in His name and wait for the wind.
The fire will fall where there is hunger. The rain will pour where there is repentance. The glory will dwell where there is unity.
He who has ears to hear, let him hear what the Spirit says to the Church.
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Some will say, “We’ve replaced prayer meetings with small groups. We still pray—just differently.” But let’s be honest: ten rushed minutes at the end of a discussion isn’t a prayer meeting. It’s not the sound of saints groaning for souls, or elders weeping for their city. It’s not the upper room. It’s not the altar.
Prayer was never meant to be an add-on. It was the furnace. The early Church didn’t fit prayer in—they built everything around it.
Did Pentecost fall after snacks and small talk? Or did it fall on a room filled with desperate hearts, crying out as one?
We haven’t replaced prayer—we’ve removed it. And the result is a Church with clean programs but cold fire.
If we’ve let the altar go cold, then let us be honest—and let us rebuild it. Not with convenience. But with fire.
Mi corazón está afligido. Se ha vuelto dolorosamente raro encontrar hoy una iglesia que aún tenga reuniones de oración corporativa con regularidad. La reunión de oración—que alguna vez fue el latido del avivamiento, el horno de la intimidad con Dios—ha desaparecido casi por completo en esta era de programas y producción. Cuando llevé esta carga ante el Señor y le pregunté por qué, esto fue lo que me mostró:
Iglesia del Dios Viviente, vuelve al altar de la oración. Has pulido tus edificios pero dejado limpias tus rodillas. Organizas conferencias sin consagración, y te preguntas por qué no cae el fuego.
Dices: “Estamos creciendo,” pero estás hinchada de orgullo, no de avivamiento. Mides el éxito por la asistencia, no por la obediencia. Has perdido tu primer amor.
“Si se humilla Mi pueblo sobre el cual es invocado Mi Nombre, y oran, y buscan Mi rostro, y se arrepienten de su mal camino, entonces Yo oiré desde los cielos, perdonaré su pecado y sanaré su tierra.” —2 Crónicas 7:14 (NBLA)
Pero no se han humillado. Han buscado Mi mano, no Mi rostro. Han corrido a las plataformas, no a los aposentos de oración. Organizan sus domingos pero descuidan el lugar secreto.
Rompe tu vaso delante del Señor. Antes de que venga la sanidad, el vaso debe romperse. Aquí comienza el avivamiento—de rodillas, sin reservas.
¿Acaso Esteban se mantuvo firme mientras las piedras trituraban su cuerpo, mirando al cielo con sangre en el rostro, solo para que nosotros guardemos silencio en un mundo desesperado por la verdad?
¿Acaso Juan, exiliado en Patmos por la Palabra de Dios y el testimonio de Yeshúa, recibió visiones de gloria y juicio, solo para que nosotros deslicemos la pantalla infinitamente y lo llamemos devoción?
¿Acaso la Iglesia primitiva se reunía en catacumbas, arriesgando prisión y muerte, solo para que hoy cancelemos la noche de oración por una noche de juegos?
¿Acaso Pedro dejó todo—su oficio, su seguridad, su orgullo— para que nosotros construyamos iglesias sin altares?
¿Acaso María rompió su vaso de alabastro y lo derramó todo a los pies de Yeshúa, para que nosotros le demos a Dios las sobras y cuidemos nuestro calendario de molestias?
¿Acaso Pablo soportó azotes, turbas, traiciones, naufragios y noches sin dormir, solo para que vivamos cómodamente, sin llorar por el pecado, sin gemir por las almas, sin estar verdaderamente desesperados por Dios?
¿Acaso Yeshúa dejó la gloria del cielo, se envolvió en carne frágil, sufrió tentación, traición y rechazo— y luego cargó una cruz romana hasta el Gólgota, para que nosotros asentemos con cortesía durante un sermón y salgamos sin ser tocados?
Ella rompió su vaso delante del Señor—sus lágrimas, su orgullo, su pasado fueron derramados en rendición. Allí comienza la sanidad: a los pies de Yeshúa, sin reservas. El precio de tu redención fue sangre. El camino del Reino es angosto. El llamado a seguirle nunca fue cómodo—pero siempre fue digno.
El Hijo de Dios lo dio todo. Los apóstoles vivieron y murieron en oración y poder. El Espíritu Santo descendió sobre una Iglesia que oraba. Entonces, ¿por qué duermes?
¿Dónde está tu dolor por el silencio en la sala de oración? ¿Dónde está el gemido por los perdidos, el hambre por Su gloria? ¿Dónde están las noches de clamor, los aposentos altos, el sonido de los santos golpeando las puertas del cielo?
Postrados ante el altar, buscan Su rostro, no Su mano—rendidos en un estilo de vida de oración y adoración. Tú lo has olvidado—pero el Cielo recuerda: Hubo un tiempo en que las iglesias llenaban la semana con oración. Cuando las madres lloraban por sus pródigos, y los padres clamaban por sus ciudades. Cuando los niños caían sobre sus rostros, y el fuego del avivamiento barría la tierra. Lo cambiaste por cafeterías y kits de marca.
Esta es tu corrección: Regresa.
Vuelve al altar. Vuelve a la unidad. Vuelve al sonido de una Iglesia que ora.
No comienza con las multitudes, sino con los pocos. Dios siempre ha obrado a través de un remanente. Él es santo. Él es justo. Él es celoso por Su Novia. No compartirá Su gloria con nadie.
Toca el Shofar Hoy. Un clamor santo se eleva al atardecer—el shofar suena, declarando al cielo y a la tierra: este mundo pertenece al Señor. El tiempo es ahora. Llamen a los ancianos. Enciendan las lámparas. Reúnanse en Su Nombre y esperen el viento.
El fuego caerá donde hay hambre. La lluvia caerá donde hay arrepentimiento. La gloria habitará donde hay unidad.
El que tenga oídos para oír, que oiga lo que el Espíritu dice a la Iglesia.
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Los grupos pequeños son valiosos. Fomentan relaciones, animan la rendición de cuentas y ofrecen compañerismo. Pero no pretendamos que diez minutos apresurados de oración al final de un estudio bíblico pueden reemplazar lo que la Iglesia primitiva practicaba día y noche.
La oración no era un complemento. Era el motor.
“Todos estos perseveraban unánimes en oración…” —Hechos 1:14 (NBLA)
¿Cayó Pentecostés en un grupo pequeño donde alguien cerró en oración después del refrigerio?
No—cayó en una sala llena de corazones desesperados, clamando con una sola voz, esperando la promesa del Padre.
No hemos reemplazado las reuniones de oración—las hemos eliminado.
Y ahora vemos el fruto: púlpitos sin poder, corazones apáticos, y una Iglesia cómoda sin el fuego.
El avivamiento nunca ha venido de una conversación. Viene de la desesperación.
Así que no nos conformemos con sustitutos casuales.
Volvamos al altar, no por conveniencia—sino por comunión con Dios.
“If My people, who are called by My Name, humble themselves and pray…” — 2 Chronicles 7:14a (NASB)
Beloved, this is the hour. The voice of the Lord calls not to the stranger but to His people — those who are called by His Name, who know His mercy, who sing His praises on Sunday but carry hidden burdens through the week. This word is for you. You can be cleansed and delivered by His love.
For many who read this, it has been weeks — even months — since your heart was truly laid bare before God. Not a whispered apology or a fleeting conviction, but deep, holy repentance — the kind that breaks the soul and heals it in the same breath. You’ve grown used to His grace, but distant from His presence. You have allowed sin to remain where surrender once dwelled. And still… He calls you, offering cleansing and deliverance through His love.
“If My people… humble themselves and pray…” (2 Chronicles 7:14a). This is not a suggestion — it is a rescue. A way back. A path of return. And today is the day.
Do not harden your heart. The Lord is near, not with wrath, but with mercy, longing to restore what sin has dulled, and offering you to be cleansed and delivered by His love. He removes your transgressions as far as the east is from the west (Psalm 103:12). He blots them out and remembers them no more (Isaiah 43:25). He is quiet in His love, resting in joy over your return (Zephaniah 3:17). He is not angry at your coming — He is rejoicing.
But you must come humbly. Lay down your defenses, your excuses, your pride. Let the Holy Spirit show you what He has longed to cleanse. Don’t delay. Don’t wait for a more convenient moment. This is the appointed time of mercy. Let nothing remain hidden. Bring it all to the foot of the cross, where every soul is made equal — where all fall short, and all can be made whole, cleansed, and delivered by His love.
You may feel unworthy. You may wonder if He’ll receive you again. Hear the truth: every word He has spoken is true. He has been faithful to every covenant, even when you were not. The cross still stands. The blood still speaks. It is enough.
So come.
Pray with your whole heart:
“Father, I come as I am — not clean, but willing. I humble myself and confess every sin You reveal. I plead the blood of Yeshua over my life. Wash me. Free me. Teach me to walk in Your truth. Grant me strength to turn from wickedness, wisdom to walk in holiness, and faith to believe you are enough. In Yeshua’s name, amen.”
Now stand. Let the shame fall off of you. Let the guilt break like chains. You are cleansed and delivered by His love. You are not who you were. You are not what you did. You are now who He calls you: forgiven, redeemed, beloved.
And now, look around. You are not alone. We are one Body, bought with one price, washed in one river of blood. There is no place for pride or comparison here. Let the Church arise in unity, not divided by judgment or spiritual arrogance, but joined in humble worship and truth.
As it is written, “There is one body and one Spirit… one Lord, one faith, one baptism”(Ephesians 4:4–5). Let us walk together, fully alive, fully clean, and fully His.
Today is the day. Return to the Lord. Be cleansed. Be delivered. Be restored by His love.
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How long I walked with sin inside, With quiet lips and lifted pride. But mercy called, and I fell low— And found a love I did not know. Now free I stand, my heart made new, And walk with saints, in robe and truth.
Beloved, hear now what the Spirit says to the Church.
You see the fractures. You feel the tension. A thousand traditions. A thousand pulpits. A thousand truths that claim His name—but where is the presence? Where is the trembling? Where is the fear of the Lord?
The Church is not whole. She is scattered. She is bruised and bloated with opinions. But God has not abandoned His Bride. No—He is preparing her.
“If My people who are called by My Name humble themselves and pray and seek My face, and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and I will forgive their sin and will heal their land.”
—2 Chronicles 7:14 (NASB)
Everything begins in prayer.
She broke her jar—and with it, her pride, her plans, her past. Only in surrender can the fragrance rise. This is where healing begins.
Not corporate branding. Not reconciliation committees. Not theological agreements. Prayer. Holy, desperate, altar-soaking prayer. God waits—not for more polished sermons—but for brokenhearted intercessors who will lay between the porch and the altar and cry out for mercy.
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1. God Will Not Unite What He Has Not First Sanctified
The Lord is not interested in unifying the structures of man. He will not anoint mixture. He will not bless what bears His name but not His fire. Before the Church can be made whole again, she must be purified.
Idols must fall—whether they are carved in stone or forged in theology. Titles must be laid down. Prestige must be crushed. The fear of the Lord must return to His house.
“For it is time for judgment to begin with the household of God.”
—1 Peter 4:17 (NASB)
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2. Prayer Will Birth the Final Move
Before the healing comes, the jar must break. This is where revival begins—on our faces, with nothing held back.
The final outpouring will not begin with a microphone but a whisper. It will be born in midnight prayer meetings, living rooms soaked in tears, and hidden groanings of nameless saints. God will not share His glory with clever men.
When the Church returns to her knees, He will return in power.
“Before she was in labor, she gave birth; before her pain came, she delivered a male child.”
—Isaiah 66:7 (NASB)
You say, “Lord, how can the Church be made one again?”
He answers, “When My people pray.”
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3. The Spirit Will Burn Away the Lines of Division
Do not think He will repair denominations. No, He will consume them. What was built in pride will be humbled. What was built in fear will be shaken. What remains will be holy.
In that day, the true Church will not ask where you’re from—only, “Do you carry the fire?” The remnant will gather not by affiliation, but by anointing.
They will not argue about communion—they will break bread and weep in His presence.
They will not debate tongues—they will pray until the room shakes.
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4. The Glory Will Return to a United Bride
When the fire falls again, it will not fall on Catholic or Protestant. It will fall on those who waited. Those who repented. Those who stayed in the upper room when others went back to life as usual.
“And when the day of Pentecost had come, they were all together in one place.”
—Acts 2:1 (NASB)
This is how the Church becomes one again—not by ecumenical agreement, but by spiritual alignment. Not around doctrine, but around the throne.
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5. The Cry of the Bride is Arising
The cry is not, “Make us successful,” but “Make us ready.”
Not, “Give us influence,” but “Give us oil.”
Not, “Grow our church,” but “Come, Lord Jesus.”
This is how the Church becomes whole again: by returning to the One who is whole.
Not by fixing ourselves, but by falling at His feet. Not by adjusting our theology, but by tearing our hearts.
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Your fire alone can cleanse and heal, Your voice the wound and balm reveal. Unite us not by creed or throne— But make us Yours, and Yours alone.
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Closing Exhortation:
Beloved, fall to your knees. Let the traditions burn. Let the pride be broken. Let the Spirit come.
The unity of the Church will come only when the people of God pray like nothing else matters,repent like judgment has begun, and worship like the Bridegroom is at the door.
Whose Side Are You On? America’s Real Battle Is Not Left vs. Right—It’s God vs. Godlessness
America is more divided than ever. Republicans and Democrats square off like two warring factions, each convinced they are the righteous ones. On nearly every issue—economics, social policies, foreign affairs, the role of government—they stand in direct opposition. But look beyond the surface, and you’ll see that this battle is not just political—it is spiritual.
Both parties are filled with politicians who twist the truth, manipulate public opinion, and prioritize power over principle. Meanwhile, the media—controlled by a handful of corporate elites—works around the clock to market their own agenda, ensuring their views dominate the airwaves. They don’t just report the news; they manufacture reality, pushing narratives that serve their interests. And millions of Americans buy into it, believing the lie that the real fight is left vs. right. But it’s not. The real battle is God vs. godlessness.
Are You on God’s Side?
When Joshua stood before Jericho, he saw the angel of the Lord and asked, “Are You for us or for our adversaries?” The response? “No; rather I have come now as captain of the army of the Lord.” (Joshua 5:13-14, NASB). The angel wasn’t taking sides in a human conflict—he was on God’s side.
This is what America has forgotten. We are obsessed with choosing a political side, yet no one is asking the real question: Are we on God’s side?
This nation was built on the belief that our rights come from God, not government. But today, both parties have become idols. People trust political saviors instead of the only true Savior, Yeshua. We have fallen because we have abandoned Him.
America’s Only Hope
But there is still hope. God has not forsaken us. His Word is clear:
“If My people who are called by My Name humble themselves and pray and seek My face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and I will forgive their sin and will heal their land.” (2 Chronicles 7:14, NASB).
This isn’t about Republicans or Democrats winning elections—it’s about whether or not we return to God. America doesn’t need better politicians. America needs repentance.
The real battle isn’t between conservatives and progressives. It’s between light and darkness, truth and deception, righteousness and rebellion. The time has come to stop fighting for man’s kingdom and start standing for God’s Kingdom.
Will You Stand for God?
God is looking for people who will stand for truth—uncompromising, unshaken, and unwavering. Will you be one of them?
Father, forgive us for trusting in men instead of You. Turn our hearts back to You. Raise up voices in this nation who will stand boldly for Your truth. Bring revival to this land. In Yeshua’s name, amen.
