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Prophetic Intercesion 4   Leave a comment

 

I settled into my chair in our small group meeting and entered into the worship that was swirling around me.  It was like catching a ride on a passing train with all the others.  Gradually I became aware of a night sky and the feeling of flight.  In the Spirit now, I seemed to be on a plane, leaning my head against a cold window pane.  But suddenly I was aware of a cold wind as well.  Now I realized that I was flying – but I was outside the plane looking in!

This had a different feel somehow than other prophetic experiences.  There was more of a present reality sort of feeling, as though I was witnessing a particular place or set of circumstances here on earth.  This was not a high-level, out of body experience but rather a prophetic impression which I had to fight to hold onto and keep believing and moving with it.

The plane was a large jet and this flight was very full.  I saw the word United on the side and thought it might be a United Airlines fight.  But a second look told me it was United Arab Emirates and most of the people on board were Middle Eastern.

Being somewhat new to this particular type of prophetic experience, I was unsure where I was or why I was there. But I felt I was there to pray and sensed that the plane was in some sort of danger.  I prayed for safety and protection and that angels would be sent to help.  Then I looked into the plane and saw many beautiful Arab children with their olive skin, black hair and big brown eyes.  There were families on board with many children and babies and some pregnant women.  I began to pray for them, not only for their safety but that God would reveal Himself to them, seal their future destinies for His Kingdom and bring them out of darkness.  In the end I did sense a peace that the danger to the flight was past and everything would be alright.

When you make yourself available to the Lord for prophetic intercession, He can take you anywhere to pray for anyone.  (See the other postings under Intercession for some exciting testimonies.)  Though this was low on the scale of prophetic experiences, I mention it to show different ways He can speak to us.  Some are such slight impressions that we can easily miss them or mistake them for our own thoughts at first.  But if we keep pushing aside the distractions, focus on what we are seeing and keep asking for more … anything is possible with God.

Years ago in the 90s during the days of renewal, we were privileged to be near enough to Toronto Airport Christian Fellowship to be there often.  I spent so much time resting in the Spirit on that carpet I feel as though I have permanent rug burn on my heart.  It changed me forever and I am deeply grateful to the Lord.

I remember attending an intercessory prayer meeting there that absolutely blew me away.  They met in a theatre type room that seated about 100 people and it was overflowing.  After inviting the Holy Spirit, the leader laid out the plan for us and gave us time limits due to the size of the crowd.  We would spend 10 minutes in quiet listening prayer to see what was on God’s heart.  What did He have to say and what did He want us to pray about?  We were each to write down what He showed us.  Then the leader began to call for people to come forward individually to share what God had told them and pray into that.

By this time there was such a thick presence of God in the room that some people were sobbing and others were shaking so hard they could not even hold the microphone.  Often someone else had to read their notes for them since they had crumpled to the floor.  By the way, these were Catholics, Baptists, Charismatics – people from various denominations, cultures and nations learning how to be truly one in the Spirit.  It was stunning.

As the notes were read, in the beginning some of it seemed random and I wondered where it was all going.  But soon a pattern began to develop and it was obvious that the same Spirit was directing it all.  Something that seemed not to make any sense would be put on hold for the moment.  Then another person would share what he had received and it would fit perfectly with the first word and sometimes even bring more understanding.  One person shared a fairly vague sense of danger for people in Congo.  But later another person had seen a vision of a specific village bordering Congo with a refugee camp.  The people there had been traumatized.  They had little food and no clean drinking water.  Now we could pray more specifically.  On and on it went.  It seemed as if the Lord had opened a huge jigsaw puzzle and showered it down on us, giving everyone a piece.  If you only saw your piece it didn’t look like much or make any sense.  But when all the pieces were put together the things He led us to pray about fit together beautifully.  We only know things “in part”.  We need each other. (1 Cor. 13:9)

Imagine the possibilities of that kind of prayer.  Could this be the end of the boring prayer meeting?  You know, the kind where it’s all about me and my little group, none of the prayers make it past the city limits and everyone is trying hard to stay awake.  Even the angels are yawning at meetings like that because they don’t have much to do!  Psalm 103:20 says that they “excel in strength and do His commandments, harkening to (listening with the intent to obey) the voice of His word.”  While we do not command them or tell them what to do, they are also listening for the voice of His Word to come through our mouths!  When we pray according to His Word and His will, the angels are sent to ‘do His commandments’ and bring answers to those prayers.

Let’s pray the Word of God and make declarations in agreement with His Word.  Let’s ask Him how He feels about things and then pray His heart and His will into the matter.  His prayers get answered!

For more on this type of prayer see http://www.maheshchavda.com and their weekly Watch of the Lord.  I also recommend James Goll’s website, Encounters Network and Prayer Storm http://www.encountersnetwork.org.

I Will Not Forget   3 comments

The rain had finally ended and the sun was shining.  The woodland behind the house was a dozen shades of green and the trees were still dripping as I crossed the bridge.  I had spent so much time here with Jesus that stepping onto the path brought a tangible sense of His Presence. I expected Him to meet me here.

 
Soon the awareness of Him was so strong that I could smell His fragrance.  When I rounded the bend in the path, there He was, sitting on that same magnificent white stallion that I’d ridden with Him before.  His dark hair was slightly tousled by the breeze but it still radiated as always with what looked like living sparkling lights from within. I have come to understand this as the oil of anointing.

 
He was dressed all in white, from the shirt left casually open at the neck, to the white pants tucked into the softest, white leather boots which folded down into high cuffs just below the knee.  Under His left arm was a small, white leather pouch or satchel that hung from a long strap going across His chest, over His right shoulder and down across His back.  I wondered what that might be.  The spicy sandalwood scent of His own fragrance mingled with the smells of leather and of the horse and the damp earth.

 
He seemed so completely at home and comfortable in the midst of the natural realm He had created.  He sat for a long moment just gazing on me with so much love.  Then He casually jumped down from the horse and came to meet me.  Time stood still once again as we walked together there in the green woods of this earthly realm.

 
Several months later, on Remembrance Day, I was reading my old journals and pondering this experience again. When I came to the description of His clothes and the leather satchel or pouch, He stopped me.  It had been an item I didn’t understand but I hadn’t questioned it at the time. Now He said,

 
“Shall I tell you what that is?”

 
“Yes Lord,” I replied.

 
His voice became very serious as He continued softly.

 
“That bag is filled with My promises to you.”

 
His words shocked me and cut deeply into my heart.  I had received so many prophetic words and promises over the years which were still unfulfilled, that by now I had a bad case of hope deferred. (Prov.13:12)   This was so deeply entrenched that when another word came, I could only remember all of those still pending and I began to say,
“Oh, just put it in the bag with all the others.”

 
There was no condemnation in His eyes as they searched my own. There was only deep, wounded love. Slowly now He continued.

 
“Every prophecy and every promise I have made to you, past, present and future, is in that bag and I will fulfill every word I have spoken. They are so precious to Me that I keep them there under my arm, close to My heart. I will not forget.”

 

[ In the next post we will return to the subject of prophetic intercession. But I felt the Lord nudging me to share this now since tomorrow, Nov. 11 is Remembrance Day.]