My answer to him I had to pray about. No I wasn’t one of the ones running around with a flag; no I wasn’t one of the ones dancing. In my own way I did participate though. I soaked, it sounds weird but that is what I was doing. Soaking in the glory. Did I think it was a crazy night, yes. Did I think it was over the top? No I did not.
You see so many people in this day have lived so depressed. Even in the church they have had their joy repressed and in some cases it has been broken. In the case of it being broken, God must first restore this joy. Once it has been restored it bubbles up, and when they are in an atmosphere of freedom and God’s love this bubble up of joy will almost be like a pressure cooker and have an exploding effect. God’s people must have this freedom, it is found in His love.
The people that I am encountering now that have “adapted” if that’s the correct word to use, themselves in the way of soaking in the glory so that even hours afterwards it is as thick as it was in service. After a service recently I found myself eating lunch with some new friends, earlier we were in a service where God’s presence was so thick. I had not felt it that thick in years. Sitting at the table, nearly 2 hours later, they were still “drunk” in His presence. What was this, how could this be? Why would this happen? As I asked myself these questions God answered them directly.
A lady walked in the room and sat at the table. One of the guys recognized her from the meeting and asked her if her arm was better? (She had come for prayer during the later part of the meeting) You could see that she didn’t want to just say no, so she felt it and said, “Ya it feels better.” The young man laughed, “It still hurts doesn’t it?” she replied “yes”. The young man then jumped up almost like someone pulled him out of his seat. “Not on my watch!” he proclaimed, and walked to her. He motioned to the other guys in the group and they followed suit.
You see they still being deep in His presence, were able to crack open heaven right there. They laid hands on her and started to bombard heaven for healing. As they did the atmosphere in the room changed to what it was earlier in service. The young woman was healed and words of knowledge came out that touched her life.
How could this effect the world if we started to take the anointing, the glory and retained it as we went out. I started to think of this more and more. The services I was in afterwards were never as thick as it was at that time. The question is, is that because of me? Am I not making the demand to have that glory?
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