A Call To The Remnant

There are not many around today who have experienced the manifest presence of the Living God. And by that I do not mean ” the music was excellent this morning, I was really moved by it,” or ” that was such a great sermon.” What I mean by the manifest presence of God is when the music stops, when the preaching stops, when men can barely lift their heads because the holy heaviness of God has come down and laid bare their souls. Where the weight of His glory and majesty seems to even disrupt gravity.

Men and women are afraid to even whisper lest they interrupt a Holy God. Hands raised in holy adoration and men are on their knees. Tears flow like swollen rivers in the midst of spring time rains. Hearts are enlarged, hearts are melted, hearts are changed, hearts are filled to capacity then overflow. For the rest of the day, the week, the month these rain drenched swollen hearts fall with tears of overflowing at the mere thought of His presence.

The sensitivity of your touched heart is so great that even the mention of the name of Jesus ushers you once again into His presence. This is new wine, and the old has to give way to the new. We do not live by bread alone but by every Word that proceeds forth from the mouth of God nor do we live on yesterdays memories but on today’s encounter for that gives life to your tomorrows.