In my most recent post, I mentioned how I have been meeting with a group of believers about one and a half hour's drive from where I live. Their Sunday morning worship service starts at 8:30am and then they have an evening worship and prayer service at 6:30pm. Due to the time, I am not always able to stay for the evening service, but I recently made a comment to one of the brothers: "Well, if I didn't have to work on Mondays I would certainly stay for the evening service." The Lord heard my confession and when I looked at my work schedule, I had been given Mondays off for several weeks in advance.
This past Sunday, I woke up at 5am with only about 4-5 hours of sleep. I was quite tired and sleepy as I was getting ready for church. I contemplated that it might be best not to stay for the evening service, so I could get some rest. After getting dressed, I sat down in my prayer closet and began to sing Psalms. I started reading from Psalm 66. Suddenly, the Holy Spirit highlighted some verses to me: I will go into Thy house with burnt offerings: I will pay to Thee my vows. Which my lips have uttered, and my mouth hath spoken, when I was in trouble. Although, I felt rebuked by the Lord, I couldn't help, but to laugh thinking that the Lord spoke so directly to me.
While the Lord was present in our Sunday morning service, the Sunday evening service seemed a bit hindered. Finally, one of the elders spoke up and said that he felt the Lord wanted to minister to those who were "weary from the battle". We gathered round and begin to pray one for another for about 2-3 hours. After the last person had received personal ministry, I begin to lead the song, "Victory is mine. Victory is mine. Victory today is mine. I told satan to get thee behind. For the victory today is mine." Suddenly, the place came alive and we began to dance. This started around 11pm and we danced before the Lord for some time. Finally, someone began to lead a song of worship, "We exalt Thee." The Presence of the Lord came in such a way that people begin to fall on their faces. It was such a tangible Glory that you could hardly stand (most didn't). This continued until after midnight. Young and old alike were weeping in the Presence of God. The roar of worship was so loud, my ears were ringing. Their was a stringed instrument laying beside me on the bench and the strings were vibrating with the sound.
One young lady fell on her face in the middle of the room. Just as she did, I saw it as Mary who anointed the feet of our Lord Jesus with her tears and the spikenard from the alabaster container. Suddenly, a young man begin to lead the worship chorus, "Like oil upon Your feet, like wine for You to drink, like water from my heart, I pour my love on You. If praise is like perfume, I lavish mine on You, till every drop is gone, I pour my love on You."
I realized just how much I could have missed if I had not stayed for the evening service. While some are driving distances to be in a revival, the Lord Jesus wants us to meet with Him right where we're at. He can and will breakout among those Who seek Him.
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