Psalm 27: 4 – 6 AMP
The Psalm of King David
One thing have I asked of the Lord that I will seek, inquire for and (insistently) require. That I may dwell in the house of the Lord (in His Presence) all the days of my life, to behold and gaze upon the beauty (the sweet attractiveness and the delightful loveliness) of the Lord and to meditate, consider and inquire in His temple.
For in the day of trouble, He will hide me in His shelter, in the secret place of His tent will He hide me; He will set me high upon a rock, And now shall my head be lifted up above my enemies round about me; in His tent I will offer sacrifices and shouting of joy, I will sing, yes I will sing praises to the Lord.
An account of the Bay Revival, Mobile Alabama
There is an atmosphere where His Presence dwells and no evil can sustain – no torment or hindering thoughts, no condemnation or guilt, no distractions. There is an atmosphere where every negative thought chokes, then sputters, and vaporizes – a climate of consistent, thunderous praise and endless petitions of prayer requesting the majesty of His Presence. This is the air of holiness, the birthplace of miracles, but instead of by ones and twos they occur by the dozens. Bondage cannot breathe in His Presence because where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is Liberty.
This weekend, I attended the Bay Revival. Each time I go and watch the magnificent power of God move it astounds me. No matter your belief about Revivals, it is absolutely impossible to “manufacture” what you witness. There is no other explanation but God moving but not orderly or organized as we think of the Holy Spirit’s typical actions. Revival is achieved in part by taking command of an atmosphere and drawing His Presence into an environment where He wants to work and move in mass display. I hope that this same thunderous praise and prayer is pervasive in Heaven’s divine atmosphere. How wonderful if Heaven has one large eternal Revival tent. “Has anyone seen Divinely Constructed today? – oh yes, walk past The Pearlies, down the main street of gold and turn left at the fourth jasper wall. You can’t miss the tent! You will certainly find her there.” Glory!
I’m glad that my body is a tent – and in it I possess internal Revival purchased for me through the Exchange at the Cross. Jesus’ body was sacrificed as our gateway into an eternal covenant. He will hide me in the place of His shelter, in the secret place of His tent will He hide me – we can hide in the shelter of praise and worship – our own intimate Revival and communion tent with Him – and offer up praise and thanksgiving. …. And now shall my head be lifted up above my enemies – He will act to defend us from liars, and shame slanderers and derail the strategies of our enemies. (An enemy is someone who openly diminishes your influence in your absence and resists your success.) Jesus’ Blood purifies us, allowing the precious gift of God’s Presence. God cannot look upon or be in the presence of sin so if not for what Jesus did, we could never cohabit any environment with Him. Jesus’ body was exchanged to enable us permanent access to the power of the Holy Spirit. His torn body bought us peace, righteousness, healing, sanctification, provision, victory over darkness, restoration and His protection as our shepherd. Healing, freedom, righteousness, defeat of demonic power – can only be granted to you by the Holy Spirit because of the Holy Blood of Jesus.
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Last night I was at the Revival and left an offering, a short note/ prayer request and a few of my articles focusing on the Blood of Jesus in the collection box for Pastor Nathan. I arrived back in town today (Sunday) around 1:45 and drove straight to the car wash to de-insect my white vehicle from the 4 hour drive. As I was leaving, a conversation started with a person in the vehicle next to mine. I was standing between the driver’s side seat and the open door, my arms draped over the car door and I was slightly leaning on it – she was on the other side of the car door.
While in mid-sentence suddenly my body started tingling then it felt like a FIREBALL blew through my spirit – like a rocket went through me. I thought I was going to hit the ground – my knees buckeled, and I couldn’t finish my sentence. For several seconds, I did not know if I was going to be able to stand. This woman looked at me like I was nuts but I could not tell her what had just happened. I recovered and kept up the discussion – but WOW!
All I can say is Brother Nathan – if that was you praying for me – I want what you’ve got! TG