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Two weeks ago, the Holy Spirit moved upon hearts in one of our church services.  This is a transcript of what one young woman openly shared with the congregation during that visitation:

I couldn’t sleep last night.  God was dealing with me.  I agonized for hours, not knowing what or how to pray, not knowing what Father wanted to say to me.  All I could do was cry.  All I could say was, “What, Lord?” No answer.  I started declaring great statements of how I want to live for Him and love Him etc., and in the middle of my Peter-like statements and pride, He asked me a question.  He said, “But do you want to die with Me?”

I could not answer for a while.  I was so stunned and horrified as I saw who I really was.  I am critical, judgmental, unforgiving, jealous, covetous, and fearful.  It’s not the first time God has showed me this, but I saw it how He saw it.  I was physica1ly ill.  As God encompassed me in his great love and forgiveness, very sheepishly, but with all my heart, I answered him. “Yes, Lord. I want to die with You.”  God began to speak to me. This is what He said:

Behold, the Lord’s hand is not shortened that it cannot save; neither his ear heavy, that it cannot hear: but your iniquities have separated between you and your God, and your sins have hid his face from you, that he will not hear” (Isaiah 59:1-2).

We say we want to live for Him
But we won’t die with Him.

We say we want to be filled with His Spirit
But we don’t want to be empty.

We say we want to be clothed in His righteousness
But we won’t be stripped bare, with our hearts exposed before Him.

We say we want to be great for God
But we CAN’T STAND to be nothing and small in our own eyes.

We say we want to move in His power
But we don’t want to be weak.

We say we want compassion and boldness
But we don’t want to be a fool.

We want to sit in heavenly places
But we won’t sit at His feet.

We say we want to abide in Him
But we won’t come out from among them.

We say we want to go forward with God
But we won’t turn and repent.

God loves us and He wants to give us the kingdom, but how can He if we will not humble ourselves? We must humble ourselves before Him. There is no other way.

If we will not pay the price, if we won’t sell all to purchase that pearl of great price, then we are only religious, Jesus is no longer precious to us. He is no longer real to us.

Do we want to be glorified, or do we want God to be glorified? Do we want dead works, or do we want fruit that remains?

We say we want to go where He wants us to go. There is only one place He is leading, and that is the cross.

From the greatest person to the least, every single one of us, from the one with the most perfect pursuit, to the utterly lost among us, we should all be trembling at the word that has been coming to us for months and months. Every one of us fall so far short of the glory of our Holy Father. All of us should be crying out for the searchlight of His Holy Spirit to shine into every crevice of our being, that we would fall on our face before Him and allow Him to bring a fire so hot into our soul, that we will NEVER again be the same. That God would be great in this place, and in each one of our hearts. That we would be nothing and that He alone would be glorified.

Dear God let it start with me …..

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Shoes in Church

Someone sent me this poem, and it moved me, so I’d like to share it.

Shoes in Church  Author Unknown

I showered and shaved…………. I adjusted my tie.

I got there and sat…………. In a pew just in time.

Bowing my head in prayer………. As I closed my eyes.

I saw the shoe of the man next to me…… Touching my own. I sighed.

With plenty of room on either side……. I thought,’Why must our soles touch?’

It bothered me, his shoe touching mine… But it didn’t bother him much.

A prayer began: ‘Our Father’…….. I thought, ‘This man with the shoes, has no pride.

They’re dusty, worn, and scratched. Even worse, there are holes on the side!’

‘Thank You for blessings,’ the prayer went on.

The shoe man said A quiet ‘Amen.’

I tried to focus on the prayer……. But my thoughts were on his shoes again.

Aren’t we supposed to look our best, When walking through that door?

‘Well, this certainly isn’t it,’ I thought, Glancing toward the floor.

Then the prayer was ended……….. And the songs of praise began.

The shoe man was certainly loud…… Sounding proud as he sang.

His voice lifted the rafters……… His hands were raised high.

The Lord could surely hear. The shoe man’s voice from the sky.

It was time for the offering…….. And what I threw in was steep.

I watched as the shoe man reached. Into his pockets so deep.

I saw what was pulled out………. What the shoe man put in.

Then I heard a soft ‘clink’ . As when silver hits tin.

The sermon really bored me……… To tears, and that’s no lie.

It was the same for the shoe man… For tears fell from his eyes.

At the end of the service…… As is the custom here.

We must greet new visitors, And show them all good cheer.

But I felt moved somehow……. And wanted to meet the shoe man.

So after the closing prayer…… I reached over and shook his hand.

He was old and his skin was dark…. And his hair was truly a mess.

But I thanked him for coming……… For being our guest.

He said, ‘My names Charlie….. I’m glad to meet you, my friend.’

There were tears in his eyes……. But he had a large, wide grin.

‘Let me explain,’ he said……… Wiping tears from his eyes.

‘I’ve been coming here for months…. And you’re the first to say “Hi.”‘

‘I know that my appearance………Is not like all the rest.’

‘But I really do try……………..To always look my best.’

‘I always clean and polish my shoes. Before my very long walk.’

‘But by the time I get here………They’re dirty and dusty, like chalk.’

My heart filled with pain ………..And I swallowed to hide my tears.

As he continued to apologize………For daring to sit so near.

He said, ‘When I get here………..I know I must look a sight.’

‘But I thought if I could touch you. Then maybe our souls might unite.’

I was silent for a moment……….. Knowing whatever was said would pale in comparison…

I spoke from my heart, not my head.

‘Oh, you’ve touched me,’ I said……’And taught me, in part.

That the best of any man………… Is what is found in his heart.’

The rest, I thought, ……… This shoe man will never know.

Like just how thankful I really am… That his dirty old shoe touched my soul.

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