The ground is dry. You can see the cracks begin to go deeper and deeper. We need a rainstorm.

 

We are far past the need of a gentle shower now. In many areas death is looming. The people are much like machines but show no signs of life.

 

The food being fed is dry and offers them no deep nourishment from Heaven. Hearts are left broken and wanting. Every man for himself.

 

Lord, we need a rainstorm. A storm with winds that uproot trees not planted by You that You May rebuild the landscapes. Let it begin.

 

A storm where the water drenches to the very bones and cries, “AWAKEN!”

 

A monumental storm that surges upon every heart with waves that pour billow upon billow with refreshing new life and resilience. BREATHE AGAIN!

 

We need a storm that carries the scent of His rain into the crevices that now reek of death and dry bones. The stench is rising to Heaven and the throne rattles with His thunder! Do you hear Him stirring?

 

We need Mercy to rise with a rainstorm that awakens us from a slumber of the generations swallowing every morsel of food that has rendered us powerless.

 

We need a rainstorm…

 

A might rain that pours as the latter rain and comes upon us with His power to become bold witnesses for Christ. The very power that causes us to rise in opposition to the ways of the enemy and say, “No more!”

 

What say you brethren to the vast hillside of prejudice and pride? Is there a moment when you hear the cries of the oppressed and stand to say, “No more!” Or shall we be a people that disregard the need for confrontation of the gates of Hell?

 

Rain…storm…

 

Let there be a storm that frightens us out of lethargy and brings revelation of truths buried generations ago! Let us plead for the uncovering of sin and allow His rain to heal and will us to His plight.

 

Tis’ the call of Christ.

 

We need the rainstorm…

 

 

August 16, 2018