I am not quite sure where I am geographically but I am standing on water in the middle of a furious storm. I rise and fall with the massive swells upon which I stand and the salty spray of the ocean stings my face as the wind rips at my clothes and hair.
I cannot see further than a few meters in front of me and I struggle to distinguish between the belting rain and the water that is whipped off the sea to pound every inch of me.
I don’t know where I am, what I am doing here or what I should do about it so I just stand and focus on grabbing a breath here and there through the claustrophobic tempest.
Suddenly I hear a roaring laugh to my right and turn to see the spirit of might laughing into the storm as if it was some kind of carnival ride.
Might:
“This is life my boy! This is it! You enter this world screaming to embrace it. Your lungs are filled with the first taste of Ruach and your body does not know what hits it.
But you fight to breath and live and have your being. Even as a baby, you fight for your right to breathe in Ruach!
Air, wind, breath – It is all Ruach, the spirit of God! And all seven spirits that are before the throne are in every breath taken by everything that breathes.
And when you are born again and baptised, it is that same Ruach that baptises you in fire so that you spiritual lungs take their first breath. And in that first breath, all is pain as the first breath of your lungs brought pain.
For you are a new creation, born of the spirit, and you need to get used to your new body.
But most open their eyes to see this storm and shut their eyes immediately. And they run back to the limited vision of the eyes of their flesh because they are filled with the fear of the reality of their assignment.
For this world is beset by evil forces who hunger for an indefinite delay in the establishing of heaven on earth. They work tirelessly to stop the advance of Zion.
For the spirit filled believer, there will never be a time on earth where the storms of the spirit do not rage. For this is war Abdiel. You are all sent here to overcome the enemy and advance the kingdom of God. You are all on assignment, every single one of you.
But this storm strikes terror into the hearts of even the elite among you and they run back to compromised religion, hiding in winepresses, dressing their immortal souls in the camouflage of mammonites.
And mammon subjugates them, turning warriors into slaves and pastors into false prophets. For it is so much easier to calm the storms of the physical realm with money than to open your spiritual eyes and see the war against love.
And they lose their joy Abdiel. Without joy you are weak and defenceless. Without joy you are slow and dull witted. Without laughter and fun you are empty shells – slaves to circumstance, miserable creatures of subservience to whichever demonic spirit chooses to whip you.
But look at this storm Abdiel! What damage can it do to the spirit? Nothing! All it can do is whip and growl and move you up and down. Laugh at it! Exalt in the futility of its fury. It can do nothing but how in frustration.
The enemy sends agents to betray you, humiliate you, reject you and disappoint you. They worm their way into your lives by buttering your ears and giving you gifts and then turn on you at the first sign of your refusal to do things their way.
Let them go! Laugh into your storm! Watch how God sends loyal, faithful and loving friends.
The enemy works tirelessly to trap you all in pits of slavery with crushing financial overheads. Laugh at it Abdiel. Cause others to laugh. Cause them to praise their way out of every storm. Call upon the spirit of wisdom! Call upon me, the spirit of might! Let us infuse you day and night with the wisdom and joy that will life you from the graves of despair.
Don’t you dare give up, the journey has only just begun!
Sing until your voice is hoarse. Call upon the name of the Lord and you will be saved. If it is wealth you seek, call upon wisdom and she will enrich you. Don’t just stand there getting whipped, stand for the kingdom, stand praising with hands lifted high.
The joy of the Lord is your strength. His joy is your strength. I, the spirit of might, am the joy of the Lord. I am His gift to you. I am your inheritance. You cannot earn the gifts of God Abdiel, you simply receive them.
Let all who read what you record listen with all that they are:
The storms of this world do not cease. This is not heaven. But still you must learn to laugh and praise so that your joy may be full. For in the joy of the Lord you are invincible and unstoppable. Put on the garment of praise, it will destroy the spirit of heaviness! Lift up your voice to God. Pray in the spirit, pray in the understanding. Magnify Him in the beauty of His holiness!
You must proclaim over and over through every storm that Jesus Christ is Lord. Over and over. Proclaim it so that the rocks hear you. Proclaim it so that your mind hears you. Proclaim it so that your circumstance hears you.
Jesus Christ is Lord!
Now wake up and record all that I have spoken. We shall speak again Abdiel.”
I wake up.
