The immensity and depth of the anointing into which the Holy Spirit longs to baptize God’s children is such that words too holy to be spoken, songs too holy to be sung, and deeds to holy to be done might yet be able to become spoken and sung and done through we as His broken vessels – if we only will allow ourselves to be so shattered by His revelation to us. He would put a new song in our mouths, if only we stopped using them to make excuses.
For the word of God is quick, and powerfully working…
Hebrews 4:12 (KJV)
The true Word of the Lord is not the broad and bloated instrument that men have made it. For scarcely has the flaming sword left His mouth, and the thing He has decreed will be done. But the “word” going forth from the pulpits of our day is an indecisive word: it is a dull word for a dull ear. It is a word made by the people for the people – and knowhere is God Himself to be found in the process: He who is the True Word. The word of men cannot divide and discern the hearts like a freshly sharpened sword, nor can it winnow the wheat from the chaff. It quickens no man for the imminent Day of the Lord.
Those who wish to hear and speak only the familiar tidings of a paradigm long bereft of spiritual authority cannot stand against the great deception of this evil day. For there arises a darkness like never before seen, and the supposed men of God for this hour hold not a spark to its mountainous tide. They even supress any light lest they themselves should become exposed; but they will not long get away with it. They are candles without wicks, lamps without oil. If they will not burn today, they may drown in this flood and be burned tomorrow.
The prayer without discernment and the word without a divine decree has had its day – it has been weighed and measured, and it has been found grossly wanting. Let those who seek to obey the Lord no longer be desirous of such tepid trifles. The ear that fills itself merely with fond and comfortable sayings becomes dull of hearing; and only the word born of a holy fire can melt its wax.
Where the “quick and powerfully working” word of the Lord cannot go forth, His servants mourn.
O Lord, let your word for this hour be found inscribed on our hearts, traced by our steps, proclaimed by our lips. Let us not cease to hear Your voice – even where Your silence prevails – lest we sleep the sleep of death!