A few days ago in prayer I saw these words highlighted: “Heavens Cry.”

I have asked for days what it meant. Today, I feel I have received His answer.

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It is a noteworthy season that we must, each, allow God to put His finger on any, and all, hidden sin. Sin we have disregarded as such, sin that is covert, sin that has been justified, and sin that is glaring.

I can not let such a turbulent season pass without bringing us to the cross of Christ and the blood of Jesus. While He paid a price high and unfathomable to me, sin requires a humbling and repentant heart, still.

There are too many signs friends to escape the glaring possibility that we are under the judgement of God.

Scandals of deep sin have been exposed in and out of the church, corruption in high places has become evident to all, the murdering of innocent babes has received majority applause now, and even the spiritual murdering of the brethren one to another coming starkly against hearts made in the very image of God.

History repeats itself throughout all of scripture. The nation turns from God, calamities come, the people cry out to God, He hears, they turn back to God, then the land has peace.

We have yet to turn back to God. Even those who think they have. Perhaps, it is not “them” but “us.”

We can keep ignoring Heavens cry or fall face down in light of His Glory.

He is kind and merciful but He is just. He weighs the scales of justice and mercy must bring judgement. His only heart intent is to bring us into His loving arms and safety of eternal perspective and homes.

Sin leads to death. It is not His desire, but our own unwillingness to bow low to the Almighty hand of God, Himself.

He will no longer allow the abuse of His sheep-He is coming to vindicate such things and many in the body will be found guilty with no repentance whatsoever. Religious spirits have continued to use platforms and scripture to justify slandering His vessels and to these the platforms have been seized and will shortly be removed. Many doors will close. He is a defender of his sheep. Ezekiel 34.

He is not a God that shall be mocked. Nor shall He be misrepresented any longer. His house has been seen and exposed as a den of thieves in many arenas. Robbing Gods people of His gifts and promised power. His love and plan for their lives. We have exalted men, oppressed women, covered up sin, clapped at slavery, and it stinks in His holy nostrils.

Love is available to us. Healing is available to us. Salvation is available to us.

But it is our choice to make.

Let us be honest with ourselves here, and God. He knows it all already. Let us come clean once and for all. He’s tried to show us a million times, but pride rules and our stand of , “We can’t be wrong” has been a brick wall for the Holy Ghost.

Let this snow represent the whiteness available to us. Such purity He offers. Let it remind us we have not been overlooked by the Almighty. His righteousness is our promised lot. However, “Be sure our sin will find us out.” We have trampled in His blood again and again. He has sent His word to do its work of healing. Healing is messy. It turns a lot of tables over in every life. It wrecks false theologies that we, come Hell or high water, refuse to let go of. It causes us to look in the mirror and stare straight at the problem. Oh that we would honestly, “Confess our sins one to another that we might be healed.”

He is merely waiting on us to bury the pious preaching and false devotion. The hirelings shall come down. The ivory tower shall fall. The double standards shall cease, one way or another.

Bind those lying spirits who have derailed your destiny and friendships. Bind that spirit of control telling the sheep they can’t find Christ without your service. He has no boundaries and is fully able to save here, there, and yonder! The devil has seduced us into our own forms of mere idolatry.

Let the King be the King again! Let us remove ourselves from our self-made platforms, burn them down, and worship the only ONE deserving it.

Let Him have it all. Don’t pray for revival if you want the same old thing. He is not interested in joining our party, He is interested in throwing His own. One where He possesses believers and the glory of His train is manifest in a room by His lovely presence.

I, too, look this word in the face and ask Him to deliver me from every devil’s agreement. Every place my eyes have been veiled. Every place in my heart hiding from Him. Every place that wants to refuse to reckon with His truth and heart.

He will not let us alone until He makes us free. Freedom comes in layers very often. You may be freed from a home in Hell but are still bound to its doctrines.

That, my friends, can all change today.

Let the King reign in righteousness and may we not turn from Heaven’s cry…