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In an ancient city was an old cathedral in need of
repair. Some
of the stonework was crumbling in places, however there
were also stones of granite secure in their places. A priest had chosen colored tiles to give the exterior a
facelift and carpenters were at work adhering the tiles to
the old stones. It
was a slow process.
Suddenly, the two huge front doors of the cathedral
opened and from inside came a procession of beautiful
angels – the most beautiful I’ve ever seen.
They were all golden from head to toe – they had
golden skin with long flowing hair of gold. They
wore golden gowns and even their wings were made of delicate
translucent gold.
These were worship angels from Heaven and they
lined the corridors and street surrounding the cathedral
in a procession announcing the Lord's coming, for He
was about to visit the city. Two young handmaidens came out from the crowd
to dance in mirror image with the Angels to a beautiful
harmony from Heaven - a song and a dance they had never
seen before.
Suddenly
there was a rumbling underground beneath my feet and a shaking.
It became louder and louder and louder.
I looked with my eyes and saw a fountain outside
of the church begin springing forth water and there were
shouts of joy from the people as the water kept coming and coming.
It was no longer dormant but alive.
All
around the city outside the places of worship there was
ancient stonework and carvings of a day gone by, and
within them the rushing water began springing forth
flowing through pushing away the dust and the debris.
The fountains of stone had become like monuments and parks
to the people as they had forgotten what their purpose was
for
and why they had even been built in the first place.
They had become objects of beauty within
themselves.
Walking
through the streets, watching the rushing waters retake
their boundaries, I realized there must have been an
underground river that had once flowed beneath that city,
and it had renewed its course and was beneath her once
again. Many,
many generations before when the river was flowing, the
people must have built the ornate fountains and aqueducts
to capture and hold its water.
All
around me the people were so happy celebrating.
A day before they didn’t even know what the
fountains were for; they didn’t even realize what they
had missing having never experienced or even seen the
river of God.
But now all was as it should be, for the people
were coming not just to adore the fountains and
cathedrals, but to receive and drink of the river of the
Lord.
Fresh
Coals on Ancient Altars
Don and I were in prayer
and intercession for a congregation
nearby. In the spirit I saw the Lord standing
behind an altar in Heaven. An Angel stepped
forward and the Lord took the tongs and handed him a hot
coal from off of the altar. Then I saw the very same
Angel
appear in the sanctuary of the congregation placing the
hot coal from Heaven upon the altar there. We began
to pray forth what we were seeing in the spirit - that
fresh coals from Heaven would be placed upon ancient
altars bringing a fresh anointing and touch of the Lord
into the hearts and lives of those gathered in the
sanctuary.
God loves his people and there are many folks, faithful
Christians, attending many denominations today and the
Lord hears our prayers. He sees our hearts. He sends
his Angels there to worship with us. He hasn't
forgotten the altars built for his glory and his honor
years before - the churches and denominations that have
existed, some for hundreds of years. He is coming to
those of tender hearts whose minds are open to his ways
and whose spirits are looking for His kingdom. May
we be ready!
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