Last night was the night for dreams. This was one of them.
There was a gathering at church. There were a few who believed that God was going to do something powerful in the meeting. They saw hints of glory, the stirrings of something holy, but their expectations were dormant so nothing ever manifested. People mingled normally, hugged each other and said how long it had been since they’d seen one another and before long, the scheduled time for the meeting to end was upon them. For the few who had hoped for God’s presence, it felt like the time had been a waste. People had gotten dressed up, came a distance, spent the time, made refreshments, brought gifts to one another, but if the point was meeting together with God’s Spirit, the time proved empty. The people were so used to a dry outcome that the majority didn’t even register disappointment.
The emcee looked around for someone to close in prayer. Then it happened. A servant, with a heart alive to God, opened her mouth with an imploring, passionate plea for the Spirit of God to touch people’s hearts. Need after need was verbalized and the possibilities of what would happen if God came to breathe on each one was born. The desperation for such a move of God was acknowledged. The desire for a miraculous outcome was painted with words and then time stood still as the Spirit of God began to stir the hearts of God’s people. The tease of heaven entered the room. Normal disappeared. Extraordinary came into view and no one knew where God would take them.
How many meet together without an expectation of glory? How many know, and quote, the verse of God being in the midst of two or three but rarely anticipate anything out of the ordinary? How many have stopped hoping to see God? How many have never felt Him, or heard Him, nor seen what happens when His Spirit takes over the room?
Someone needs to step up to pray; some dreamer who is in touch with heaven’s possibilities, some quiet saint who knows God and what He can do, some experienced child of God who understands people and sees their desperate need and steps forth to set the stage in prayer. Fresh fire needs to fall. Who will rise up to shatter the form of godliness with petitions for the real thing?
As I began to speak, the Holy Spirit fell on them just as on us at the beginning. Acts 11:15