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Holy Spirit

More and More of the Holy Spirit

Less and Less of Ourselves

“Whoever has ears, let them hear what the Spirit says to the churches.” (Revelation 2:29, AMP)

Seven times, the risen Christ echoes this cry to His people in Revelation. He is not speaking to the pagan, the secular, or the atheist—He is speaking to His Church. “Let them hear” is not a suggestion. It is a summons. And in our generation, this voice still calls through the noise of entertainment-driven services and human-centered strategies: Return. Return to the Holy Spirit. Return to My presence.

The Church Needs More of the Holy Spirit

We have filled our pulpits with polish and our services with precision. We have hired professionals to counsel where the Wonderful Counselor once ministered. We lean on budgets instead of boldness, on marketing instead of the manifestation of the Spirit (1 Corinthians 12:7, NASB). But no spiritual fruit can grow apart from the Vine, and no ministry can be fruitful without the Spirit of God.

“Not by might, nor by power, but by My Spirit,” says the Lord of hosts (Zechariah 4:6, AMP). This is not outdated counsel—it is the very pattern of divine work. Yeshua did nothing independently of the Holy Spirit. At His baptism, the heavens opened, and the Spirit descended upon Him like a dove (Matthew 3:16). From that moment, He moved in the power of the Spirit (Luke 4:14), and only then did He declare, “The Spirit of the Lord is upon Me, because He has anointed Me” (Luke 4:18, NASB).

If the Son of God waited for the anointing, who are we to operate without it?

More of the Spirit, Less of Ourselves

We are not called to merely imitate Christ—we are called to be filled as He was filled. “Do not get drunk with wine…but be filled with the Spirit” (Ephesians 5:18, NASB). The Greek tense here means continual filling. Why? Because the vessels leak. Because we run dry. Because ministry in the flesh produces only fatigue, but ministry in the Spirit produces fruit (Galatians 5:22–23).

The Apostle Paul was gripped by this truth. He reminded the Corinthians that his preaching was “not with persuasive words of wisdom, but with a demonstration of the Spirit and of power” (1 Corinthians 2:4, NASB). Why? “So that your faith would not rest on the wisdom of mankind, but on the power of God” (v. 5). This is what the Church must recover—faith that rests on the Spirit’s power, not man’s intellect.

Break the Box illustration showing church walls breaking open to light
Among the Seven: One Lamp Unlit — A Silent Warning to the Church at Sardis Let those who have ears hear what the Spirit says to the churches.

A Rebuke to a Church that Has Forgotten

Yeshua rebuked the church in Sardis, saying, “You have a name that you are alive, and yet you are dead” (Revelation 3:1, NASB). How many churches today appear lively, yet are spiritually dry? Lights, crowds, movement—yet no flame from heaven. This is a warning to us. Have we exchanged the breath of the Spirit for the applause of men?

When God warned the prophet Ezekiel, He said, “Son of man, these men have set up their idols in their hearts…” (Ezekiel 14:3, NASB). The idol may not be Baal or Asherah—it may be strategy, personality, numbers, influence. Whatever displaces the Spirit is an idol, and God will not share His glory (Isaiah 42:8).

A Return to Holy Dependence

The early Church did not move without the Spirit. When they chose leaders, it “seemed good to the Holy Spirit and to us” (Acts 15:28, NASB). When they preached, the Spirit cut hearts (Acts 2:37). When they prayed, the place shook and they were filled again (Acts 4:31). This is not mythology. This is the blueprint. And God has not changed.

What has changed is our tolerance for powerlessness. We are content with motion, even if there is no presence. But Moses said, “If Your presence does not go with us, do not lead us up from here” (Exodus 33:15, NASB). Let that cry return to our pulpits, our prayer meetings, our planning rooms: “God, we will not move without You!”

The Lampstand Without Oil

In Zechariah 4, the prophet sees a golden lampstand with a bowl on top and seven lamps. But this vision includes two olive trees feeding oil into the bowl—a picture of continual supply. The angel explains: “Not by might, nor by power, but by My Spirit.” Without the oil, the lamp goes dark. Without the Holy Spirit, the Church flickers and fades.

We are not called to shine by our own strength. The oil must flow again.

O Flame who fell on trembling men,
Descend and fill Your house again.
Not skill, nor plans, nor noble name,
But Spirit-born, consuming flame.

A Call to the Church

Church of Jesus Christ, hear what the Spirit says.

The Lord is calling you back. He is not impressed with our systems, our celebrity leaders, or our technological savvy. He is looking for a people who will tremble at His Word (Isaiah 66:2), who will walk by the Spirit (Galatians 5:16), and who will cry out for His presence above all else.

The time for entertainment is over. The time for powerless religion is past. Judgment begins in the house of God (1 Peter 4:17), and He is looking for churches that will once again host His Spirit in reverence and awe. Return to the Holy Spirit. Return to prayer. Return to waiting. Return to trembling. Return to Him.

Prayer

Holy Spirit, we have tried to lead without listening. We have planned without prayer. We have spoken without waiting. We repent. Return to Your temple, Lord. Cleanse what we’ve corrupted. We do not want revival for the sake of fame, but for the sake of Your glory. Breathe on us again. Let our churches burn with Your fire, and let our hearts be wholly Yours. More of You, Holy Spirit—more and more. And less of us. Amen.

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See Also

Faith

Return to the Ancient Path

A Call to Walk with God

Return to the Ancient Path. Hear the voice of the Lord today, calling you back to Himself. In a world rushing toward destruction, the invitation still stands: leave the broad road and enter the narrow gate. “Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad and easy to travel is the path that leads the way to destruction and eternal loss, and there are many who enter through it. But small is the gate and narrow and difficult to travel is the path that leads the way to [everlasting] life, and there are few who find it” (Matthew 7:13-14, AMP).

Return to the Ancient Path where true rest for your soul is found. “Stand by the ways and see and ask for the ancient paths, where the good way is, and walk in it; then you will find a resting place for your souls” (Jeremiah 6:16, NASB). Yet many say, “We will not walk in it.” Will you also turn away, or will you answer the call of God?

The ancient path is not forgotten. It is alive and well, illuminated by the One who is the Light of the world. Jesus is the Way and the Truth and the Life; no one comes to the Father except through Him (John 14:6, NASB). Jesus is the only Way — the only Gate — the only Door that leads to life. There is no other name under heaven by which we must be saved.

God has shown you what is good: “To do justice, to love kindness, and to walk humbly with your God” (Micah 6:8, NASB). Return to the Ancient Path — the Holy Way — where the unclean cannot travel, where fools cannot stray (Isaiah 35:8, AMP). It is a highway for the redeemed, for those washed in the blood of the Lamb.

Have you stumbled? Have you strayed? “For My people have forgotten Me, they burn incense to worthless gods, and they have stumbled in their ways, in the ancient roads, to walk on paths, not on a highway” (Jeremiah 18:15, NASB). Beloved, return before it is too late. The mercy of God calls you still.

Desperate Cry to the Father
When the Father sees you coming home, He doesn’t wait on the porch—He runs to embrace you. There is no place better. 🕊️

To the faithful remnant, those who have not bowed to idols, who have not compromised their walk — this call is for you also. Stand firm. Strengthen what remains. Return to the Ancient Path with renewed zeal. Walk as Enoch walked, and be found pleasing to God (Genesis 5:24, NASB). Walk as Noah walked — righteous and blameless in your generation (Genesis 6:9, NASB).

Cry out as David did: “Make me know Your ways, Lord; teach me Your paths. Lead me in Your truth and teach me, for You are the God of my salvation” (Psalm 25:4-5, NASB). Trust Him with all your heart. “Trust in the Lord with all your heart and do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make your paths straight”(Proverbs 3:5-6, NASB).

Return to the Ancient Path. The Shepherd of your soul stands ready to lead you. “He restores my soul; He guides me in the paths of righteousness for the sake of His name”(Psalm 23:3, NASB). He has not forsaken you. His arms are still open. His mercy endures forever.

If we live by the Spirit, let us also walk by the Spirit (Galatians 5:25, NASB). The Ancient Path is the path of life — the way of holiness, righteousness, and peace. Jesus is calling. Do not harden your heart.

Return to the Ancient Path today. The gate is narrow, but it is open. The Way is singular, but it is sure. Jesus is the only Way — and He waits for you.

O Ancient Path, steady and true,
Your ways are mercy, ever new;
We lift our eyes, we will not stray,
Guide us, O Lord, in Your holy way.

A Closing Prayer

Father, in the name of Yeshua, we come before You. You are the Ancient of Days, the God of the eternal covenant. You have called us to the Ancient Path — the way of life, the way of holiness, the way of truth. Lord, we confess we have strayed. We have sought out our own roads, and we have stumbled. But today, by Your mercy, we return.

Father, lead us back. Strengthen the faithful remnant. Awaken the slumbering heart. Set our feet on the narrow road again. Jesus, You are the Way, the Truth, and the Life. We declare there is no other Way but You. Teach us Your paths. Lead us in Your truth. Restore our souls for Your name’s sake.

Holy Spirit, guide us in this hour. Make us a people who walk by the Spirit, who do not turn aside to the left or the right. Seal us in Your righteousness. Uphold us with Your mighty hand. For Your glory, for Your kingdom, and for the honor of Your great Name.

In Jesus’ name, Amen.

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See Also

Remnant, Return

The Eternal Creator Reigns

Return to Him

The Eternal Creator Reigns — Return to Him. This is the call echoing across the earth in this hour. Our God, the Maker of heaven and earth, reigns with unchanging power and glory. He calls His people, the remnant, to return to Him — to forsake idols, to lay aside distractions, and to behold the beauty of His holiness once again. The Eternal Creator Reigns — Return to Him and find restoration for your soul.

In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth (Genesis 1:1, NASB). By His Word, all things were made — the stars in their courses, the oceans in their bounds, the beasts of the field, and mankind in His image (Genesis 1:20; Psalm 33:6). He alone stretched out the heavens, laid the foundations of the earth, and calls the hosts of heaven by name (Isaiah 48:13; Job 26:7).

Today, the Spirit of the Lord speaks clearly: “Return.” Return, O remnant, to the One who formed you from the dust (Genesis 2:7). Return to the Creator who breathed life into your soul. “Remember your Creator in the days of your youth” (Ecclesiastes 12:1). “Return to Me, for I have redeemed you” (Isaiah 44:22).

The prophets cried out. The psalmists sang it. The apostles preached it. The Eternal Creator reigns, and He is calling His people back. His Word does not change (Malachi 3:6). His covenant stands sure. “The counsel of the LORD stands forever” (Psalm 33:11). He is the Alpha and the Omega, who was, and is, and is to come (Revelation 1:8).

O Church, return to the LORD who made you. Return to the One who forms the mountains and creates the wind (Amos 4:13). Return to the One who fills the heavens with His glory and the earth with His majesty (Isaiah 6:3). Return to the only true God, for He alone gives life and breath to all things (Acts 17:24-25).

Now lift your voice with holy fear and boldness:

You are awesome, O God of power, Lord of glory. Fill this place with Your manifest presence!

Let the weight of Your glory descend. Let every heart be stilled. Let every tongue confess: You alone are God. As You filled the tabernacle with the cloud and the temple with Your glory, so fill this house, fill this people, fill this hour.

Manifest Your presence, O LORD! Let Your power shake the heavens. Let Your glory fall as fire on the altar. Let us not merely know about You but behold You. Come, Ancient of Days, and let Your remnant arise — purified, humbled, burning with holy fire.

Declare it boldly, Church: The Eternal Creator reigns — and He calls us to return. This is the word for the season. Return to Him while He may be found. Seek Him while He is near (Isaiah 55:6).

Our God reigns — now and forever!

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Prayer

O LORD, Ancient of Days, we hear Your call to return. You are the Eternal Creator, the Maker of heaven and earth, the One who was before all things and in whom all things hold together. We return to You — to Your holiness, to Your truth, to Your glory.

You are awesome, O God of power, Lord of glory. Fill this place with Your manifest presence. Let the fire of Your holiness fall. Let the remnant rise. Let the sleeping awaken. Draw us to Yourself with cords of love and make us vessels of Your glory in this generation.

Come and dwell among us, O King of Glory. Be enthroned in our praises. Be magnified in our midst.

In the mighty name of Yeshua HaMashiach, we pray. Amen.

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See Also

Apostolic Prophetic, Prayers

Return to the Altar

A Call to the Church

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.

Break you jar before the Lord
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.

Sound the Shofar Today
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.

PS

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.

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Un Llamado a la Iglesia

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.

PD

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.

Hope, Jesus, Visions

COME ALIVE IN HIM AGAIN: DEAD NO MORE

Come alive in Him again. These words are more than a call—they are a command from the voice that once thundered outside Lazarus’ tomb. Jesus Christ, the Resurrection and the Life, still calls the spiritually dead to rise. The story of Lazarus is not just a miracle of the past—it is a living prophecy. What God did in Bethany, He is doing still. What He resurrected then, He is breathing life into now.

“Lazarus, come out!” (John 11:43, NASB). This was no whisper. It was a divine decree that shattered the silence of death. And that same voice now calls to every weary heart, every buried calling, every soul wrapped in grave clothes.

This is your invitation: Come alive in Him again.

You may not lie in a physical tomb, but how many sit in pews while their faith lies cold? How many once burned with holy fire, yet now flicker like a dying wick? How many dreams lie wrapped in linen, sealed behind stone by disappointment, fear, or compromise?

Like the valley of dry bones in Ezekiel 37, some believers look alive but are hollow. God asked the prophet, “Can these bones live?” And the answer came not through man’s power, but through the breath of God. The same breath that hovered over the deep in Genesis 1… the same breath that raised Christ from the grave… the same breath still moves today.

Can you feel it? The stirring?

Jesus Still Raises the Dead

This is not a metaphor. This is truth. In Acts 9, Peter raised Tabitha from death. In 2 Kings 4, Elisha raised the Shunammite’s son. In Luke 7, Jesus touched the funeral bier of a widow’s only son and brought him back. God has always been in the business of raising what others declare finished.

And today, the same power that raised Jesus from the grave dwells in you (Romans 8:11, NASB).

But resurrection is not just about miracles—it’s a call. Return to Me, says the Lord, that you may live (Amos 5:4). Repentance is the first breath of new life. As Jesus said, “Unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit”(John 12:24, NASB).

Cast Off the Grave Clothes

Even after Lazarus rose, he was still bound. Jesus said, “Unbind him, and let him go” (John 11:44, NASB). Some of us are alive but still wrapped in yesterday’s grief, sin, or shame. Your soul may have heard His call, but your habits haven’t caught up.

It’s time. Time to take off what belongs to the grave. Time to silence the voices that say, “You’ll never change.” Time to rise with Christ and walk as a living testimony that dead things don’t stay dead when Jesus speaks.

You called me from the shadows, Lord,
Where silence was my song.
You shattered tombs with holy words—
I rise where I belong.
No grave can hold the child You love,
No chain can stay Your hand.
I live because You called me forth—
To walk, to breathe, to stand.

Prayer:

Abba, breathe on me again. Where I have allowed my spirit to slumber, awaken me. Let every buried gift and forgotten promise come alive by Your Word. I cast off the grave clothes. I believe in the One who raises the dead. Yeshua, call my name again—I will come forth and live. Amen.

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Aaron’s staff blossomed overnight—proof that God brings life where none should exist. His resurrection power still speaks today.

And I looked, and behold—a great valley full of tombs. Some were sealed in stone, others open and hollow, and still others freshly carved but unoccupied. And over the valley hung a stillness like the hush before a storm, and the air was thick with what had once been prayers now forgotten.

And I saw a Man, clothed in light, walking through the valley. His eyes were like fire, and on His sash was written, “I AM the Resurrection and the Life.” Wherever He stepped, the ground pulsed with life. And with a voice like many waters, He called out, saying:

“Come forth.”

Then I saw the tombs tremble, one by one. Bones rattled, hearts quickened, and the breath of God surged through what had lain cold and silent. The dead rose—not just the lifeless, but those who had once walked and sung and served and preached, yet had fallen asleep in spirit.

I saw a woman rise, weeping, her hands still stained from her past, but her eyes beholding glory. I saw a man who had buried his calling stand upright, the scroll of his assignment unrolling in his hands once again. Children whose voices had been silenced by fear now shouted praise.

Then a great voice from heaven cried:

“Loose them and let them go! For what I have called alive, let no man bind again.”

And I saw angels descend with garments of white and oil of joy, clothing the risen ones with strength. They placed harps in their hands and fire on their lips. And I beheld a multitude, once dead in spirit, now burning like stars in the expanse of heaven—each one marked by the Voice that called them forth.

And I fell on my face, trembling. For He who speaks to tombs speaks also to hearts. And I heard Him say:

“Tell them: The time of sleeping is over. The time of hiding is past. I am calling my people to rise. Come alive in me again.”

And I knew it was true, for his voice awakened even me.

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Trust

Return to the Rock:

A Call to Trust the Living God

Brethren, I do not write to you with clever speech or lofty words, but with a burden burning in my bones: Trust in the Living God! For in these days, many have turned aside. They have leaned on their own understanding, trusted in the arm of flesh, and sought the approval of men instead of the presence of the Lord. But the Spirit cries out—return to the Rock, return to the One who lives and cannot die! Let the voice of Job rise again in the assembly: “For I know that my Redeemer and Vindicator lives, and at last He will stand upon the earth” (Job 19:25 AMP).

Job did not speak these words in comfort. He spoke them while sitting in ashes, his flesh broken, his friends accusing him falsely. He had lost all earthly things—his wealth, his children, his health—and yet he declared what many of us fear to believe: God is alive, and He will vindicate the righteous. This is not the cry of a man deceived by empty religion. This is the cry of one who has encountered the living God. Though Job’s skin was failing, his eyes of faith saw a day when he would behold God, not as a stranger, but as a Friend on his side. “And my eyes shall behold Him, and not as a stranger! My heart pines away and is consumed within me” (Job 19:27 AMP). This demonstrates Job’s profound trust in the Living God despite his trials.

Even in the storm, the Rock remains—our Redeemer lives and will stand upon the earth.

What a mystery! What glory! And what warning to those who mock the suffering and speak rashly in judgment. Job rebuked the presumptuous, saying, “Then beware and be afraid of the sword [of divine vengeance]… that you may know there is a judgment” (Job 19:29 AMP). Hear me, beloved: the Lord is not slow to act. He sees every injustice, every hidden accusation, every burden laid on the innocent. And there is a judgment! God will not be mocked—what a man sows, that shall he also reap. Therefore, walk in humility. Judge not with the eyes of flesh, but intercede with the heart of Christ, who alone is able to save and to destroy. This reinforces the call to trust in God who lives beyond human comprehension.

And now, let us lift our voices with David, the sweet psalmist of Israel, who declared: “The Lord liveth, and blessed be my rock; and exalted be the God of the rock of my salvation” (2 Samuel 22:47 KJV). This was not a poetic line for David—it was his battle cry. In caves and in courts, among lions and liars, David clung to the Rock. When men rose against him, when his own sin threatened to destroy him, he returned again and again to the mercy and faithfulness of the living God. So must we. Truly, David exemplified trust in the Living God in every trial.

I beseech you, brethren, by the mercies of God: do not trust in the wisdom of this age, nor in your possessions, nor in the fleeting comfort of applause. The Lord liveth! He is not a concept nor a ritual, but a risen King, Yeshua our Redeemer, who stood upon the earth, bore our griefs, was pierced for our transgressions, and rose in triumph! He now intercedes for us at the right hand of the Father. Will you trust Him? Will you rely on Him? Or will you continue chasing shadows?

You must choose. Either build your house on the Rock or watch it fall when the storm comes. But as for me, I will say: “The Lord liveth, and blessed be my Rock!” For when my flesh is weak, He is strong. When I am falsely accused, He defends me. When I fall, He lifts me up. And in the end, I too shall see Him—not as a stranger, but as my Advocate, my Redeemer, my Friend. It is in trusting the living God that one’s foundation is secure.

Return, O Church, to your first love. Return, O weary soul, to the Rock that does not move. Trust in the Living God—and you will never be put to shame.

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Prayer

O Living God, our Rock and our Redeemer, we repent of every false trust. We lay down our pride, our fears, our idols. You alone are worthy. You alone are sure. Cause us to see You with our own eyes—not as a stranger, but as our faithful Friend. Let our lives declare, “The Lord liveth!” May every fear be silenced, every accusation fall powerless, and every heart be anchored in Your presence. In the name of Yeshua, the Risen One, amen.

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Church Repentance

Torn Between Two Thrones

Torn Between Two Thrones—this is the condition of much of the Church in America today. One throne is the seat of comfort, compromise, and cultural applause. The other is the throne of Yeshua, the crucified and risen King. And too many are trying to bow to both. But the Lord is speaking with clarity in this hour: You must choose. You cannot serve two masters. The time is short, and the shaking has begun.

My child, hear Me. I have seen your labor, your worship, your gatherings in My name. I have watched you weep at altars and lift your hands in praise. I know the love you once had for Me, the fire that once burned in your bones.

But I have this against you—you have drifted. You have let the noise of the world drown out My voice. You have allowed compromise to settle where conviction once lived. You have traded intimacy for influence, and truth for comfort.

You cry out for revival, yet you will not let Me revive you. You ask for My Spirit, but you resist when He comes to sanctify, correct, and burn away what does not belong. My eyes are like fire—not to destroy you, but to refine you. Yet many of you turn your faces from the flame.

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You have tolerated what I hate.

You call yourselves free, but many of you are enslaved:

  • to pornography and lust, which rot the soul
  • to greed, which hardens the heart
  • to bitterness, which poisons every relationship
  • to fear of man, which silences the truth
  • to idols of politics and race, which divide what I made one
  • to entertainment and comfort, which lull you to sleep
  • to a gospel of self, which denies the cross

You carry My name but not My nature. You boast in your freedom, but you use it as a covering for sin. You welcome prophets of profit and teachers who tickle ears. You tolerate Jezebel, and you have forgotten how to weep for your sin.

Have I changed? Am I not the same holy God who thundered at Sinai, who struck down Ananias and Sapphira, who walked among the lampstands?

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America, I blessed you, but you turned My gifts into gods.

I gave you liberty, and you used it to justify rebellion. I gave you abundance, and you forgot the Giver. I showed you mercy, and still you murder your unborn and parade your pride. You have exchanged truth for lies and celebrated what I call shame.

You have exalted the creature above the Creator and called it progress. You have cast off restraint and called it freedom. You have mocked My order, My design, My Word—and you think I do not see?

But I tell you the truth: I will not be mocked.

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Yet still I stand at the door and knock.

My mercy has not run out. My hand is not shortened. I have not forgotten the remnant who have not bowed to Baal, who still hunger for righteousness. I have heard the prayers of the intercessors, the groans of My watchmen, the brokenness of the hidden ones who weep between the porch and the altar.

To you who will humble yourselves, return to Me.

Tear down your idols. Cleanse your hands, you sinners, and purify your hearts, you double-minded. Stop blending My Word with the world. Return to the ancient paths. Preach the cross again. Love the truth again. Walk in the fear of the Lord.

The time is short. The fields are white. My Spirit is ready to be poured out—but I will not place new wine in old wineskins.

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Church in America, return to Me—before the shaking becomes collapse.

Judgment begins in My house, but mercy is still flowing from My throne. If you will rend your hearts and not just your garments, I will restore what the locust has eaten. I will raise up sons and daughters to prophesy. I will inhabit your gatherings with My glory again.

I will not share My throne with idols. I am coming for a pure Bride, not a powerful brand.

I am calling you now—before the floodwaters rise.

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To you who hear, respond:

Fall on your knees. Confess your sins. Forgive your enemies. Love the unlovable. Preach My Gospel—not a cultural gospel, not a political gospel—but the Gospel of the crucified and risen King.

I AM the Lord. There is no other. My Word will not return void. I have spoken—and I will do it.

Let the Church arise. Let the Bride prepare. Let the fear of the Lord return. Let the fire on the altar never go out.

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Come back to Me. I am waiting.

—Yeshua, King of Glory, Lord of Hosts

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Understand the Times

Call to the Beloved

A Cry from the Sons of Issachar

Beloved, hear the voice crying out across the winds of this age, for the sons of Issachar still speak. Their bones rest, but their wisdom lives. If they walked among us now—those anointed to understand the times and know what Israel ought to do—they would not whisper comforts or opinions, but proclaim the heartbeat of El Elyon. Their voice would shake pulpits and awaken sleepers. This is not the time for compromise, but for consecration.

Beloved, awaken! You are being lulled to sleep by convenience.

Comfort has become your comforter; preference has replaced presence. The fear of God has grown rare in the sanctuary. The gatherings of the saints have been treated as optional, as though the Lord Himself had not said, “Do not forsake assembling together” (Hebrews 10:25). But the call of Issachar thunders: “Return to the fear of the Lord!” Let the shofar sound once more. Let fasting be restored. Let solemn assemblies rise again to understand the times we are in.

“Blow the shofar in Zion! Consecrate a fast, proclaim a solemn assembly.” — Joel 2:15 (AMP)

Beloved, discern the shaking. God is speaking.

The turmoil you see is not random. This shaking is divine. Earth and heaven tremble at His voice. Systems are failing. Foundations are exposed. Will you continue building upon sand? Or will you lay hold of the Cornerstone, Yeshua? Do not return to Egypt. Do not trust in chariots. Understand these tumultuous times.

“Once more I will shake not only the earth, but also the heaven.” — Hebrews 12:26–27 (NASB)

Beloved, rise—not with influence, but with holiness.

This is not the hour for branding, but for brokenness. Purity must return to the Bride. The sons of Issachar would weep at a Church content with giftedness but bankrupt of obedience. They would cry aloud: Let prayer altars burn again! Let Scripture reign supreme! Let shepherds feed the sheep and stop entertaining goats! They would urge us to understand these trials.

“Judgment begins with the house of God.” — 1 Peter 4:17 (NASB)

Beloved, this is a divine window—do not waste it.

Now is the time to walk in the Spirit. Now is the time to contend for awakening. Now is the time to sow the seeds of weeping that will reap eternal joy. This season will not last. The Beloved must move while the doors remain open. Understanding the urgency of the times is vital.

“Seek the Lord while He may be found; Call on Him while He is near.” — Isaiah 55:6 (NASB)

Beloved, stop looking for Pharaoh’s favor—look to God’s hand.

You cannot rely on Babylon and serve Zion. Jehovah Jireh is your source. Prepare your heart for manna, not menus. He will feed you in the wilderness, but not if you crave the leeks of Egypt. He is jealous for your trust. Understand that the times require complete reliance on Him.

“Come out of her, My people…” — Revelation 18:4 (NASB)

Beloved, disciple your children while there is still time.

The next generation will not stand by inheritance alone. They must know the God of Abraham as their God. Restore the family altar. Fathers, lift your voice in prayer. Mothers, guard the gates with fire. Raise warriors, not watchers. Ensuring they understand the significance of these times is crucial.

“Teach them diligently… when you sit… when you walk.” — Deuteronomy 6:7 (NASB)

O Beloved, wake up. You are not in a season of maintenance—you are in a season of war.

The time is short. The hour is late. The King is coming. Prepare the way. Understand the times. Know what to do.

Prayer

Father, awaken our hearts. Pierce through every false comfort and shake every counterfeit foundation. Teach us to walk in holiness, to love the truth, and to prepare for the coming of our King. Let Your fear return to our assemblies, and Your fire to our altars. May we raise up generations who know You, who worship in Spirit and in truth. May we understand the times and grow in wisdom. In the name of Yeshua, Amen.

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Worship

Return to Breathless Adoration

Beloved, I write to you not with lofty words, but with a trembling heart. There is no God like our God—El Shaddai—faithful to His covenant and overflowing in mercy toward those who walk before Him with undivided hearts (2 Chronicles 6:14, AMP). And yet, I ask you: Where has the reverence gone? Where is the stillness before His Majesty? Where is the breathless adoration due His holy name?

Have we not traded the fear of the Lord for comfort? The wonder of His presence for polished performance?

The prophet Isaiah saw the Lord sitting on a throne, lofty and exalted, with the train of His robe filling the temple. “And the foundations of the thresholds trembled at the voice of him who called out, and the temple was filling with smoke. Then I said, ‘Woe is me, for I am ruined!’” (Isaiah 6:4–5, AMP). This was not a man entertaining religious routine—this was a man undone by the glory of the living God.

And yet, in our generation, we whisper His name with casual hearts. We structure our services to control the clock, not to create space for the Spirit. A.W. Tozer wrote, “The whole Christian family stands desperately in need of a restoration of penitence, humility, and tears.” I ask you: Do you feel that ache? That groaning deep within that cries out for more than a sermon and a song? Do you yearn for that breathless adoration of His presence?

Breathless adoration is the soul’s response to the unveiled glory of God. It cannot be summoned by emotion or noise. It is born in the heart that sees Him rightly—holy, exalted, unchanging. The psalmist declared, “Let all the earth fear and worship the Lord; Let all the inhabitants of the world stand in awe of Him” (Psalm 33:8, AMP). This is the posture He desires: not mere participation but reverence.

Yeshua rebuked the religious spirit that honored God with lips but withheld the heart. “But in vain do they worship Me, for they teach as doctrines the precepts of men” (Matthew 15:9, AMP). When worship is reduced to routine, it loses its power. When songs are sung without surrender, they ring hollow. We must repent of going through the motions while ignoring the One we claim to adore.

Let your heart be pierced again.

“Rend your hearts [in sorrow and contrition] and not your garments.” Return to the Lord your God, for He is gracious and compassionate, slow to anger, abounding in lovingkindness [faithful to His covenant] (Joel 2:13, AMP). This is not a harsh word—it is a merciful call. A summons to deeper waters. A whisper from the throne room saying, “Come closer with breathless adoration.”

The early Church understood this. They prayed in one accord, they waited on the Spirit, and “when they had prayed, the place where they were meeting together was shaken, and they were all filled with the Holy Spirit” (Acts 4:31, AMP). That shaking came not from chaos but from unity, hunger, and fear of the Lord.

O Church, we need that holy shaking again.

Not noise—but nearness.

Not performance—but presence.

Not religion—but fire.

The psalmist cried, “One thing I have asked of the Lord, and that I will seek: That I may dwell in the house of the Lord [in His presence] all the days of my life, To gaze upon the beauty [the delightful loveliness and majestic grandeur] of the Lord and to meditate in His temple” (Psalm 27:4, AMP). This is the language of breathless adoration. It does not ask, “What will I get?” but cries, “Let me gaze upon Him!”

Let us cast down our pride. Let us abandon the polished and return to the pure. Let the altar be rebuilt—not with perfect programs but yielded hearts. Fall to your knees. Let the Spirit strip away everything false and make room again for holy awe and breathless adoration.

The Lord still waits to be gracious to you. “Therefore the Lord waits [expectantly and longs] to be gracious to you, and therefore He waits on high to have compassion on you. For the Lord is a God of justice; blessed are all those who long for Him [since He will never fail them]” (Isaiah 30:18, AMP).

Return to breathless adoration. Return to the Presence. Return to your first love.

Prayer

Abba, we have grown too comfortable. We have sung without trembling and prayed without awe. We have mistaken activity for anointing. Forgive us. Draw us back to the place of wonder. Pierce our hearts, Lord, and awaken us to the beauty of Your holiness with breathless adoration.

Yeshua, teach us to wait again. Let every gathering, every song, the nearness of Your Spirit mark every prayer. Let holy fear return to Your Church. Let reverence rise again like incense before Your throne.

Ruach HaKodesh, breathe upon dry bones. Shake what needs to be shaken. Strip away the superficial and make us people of fire—marked by breathless adoration.

We seek Your face, not Your hand. Dwell among us again. In Yeshua’s holy name, Amen.

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Politics

God or Godlessness?

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.

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