A NIGHTIME VISITOR...Another day dawns. Another sleepless night has passed. So real to me today that God never sleeps. I heard His songs in the night. His whispered words of comfort. The Holy was in my bedroom last night. So close the angel wings; I could almost feel their brush. The enemy also close by; I sensed his hatred just beyond the covering of Gods Protectors. He came to rob and steal what God would give me. But he is powerless before God. Songs of long ago saints filled my mind. Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer; that calls me from a world of care; and bids me at my Fathers throne; make all my wants and wishes known; in seasons of distress and grief; my soul has often found relief; and oft escaped the tempters snare; by thy return sweet hour of prayer. My senses were suddenly finely tuned to the spiritual realm. Thump-thump; thump-thump. I was a heart-beat away from crossing the line; that sweetly stretched thin cord between this world and the unseen. Sweet Hour of Prayer was followed by yet another song of our Legacy. The gentle strains of Have Thine Own Way, Lord caressed me next. Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way! Thou art the Potter, I am the clay. Mould me and make me after Thy will; while I am waiting yielded and still. Songs implanted in my mind long ago. Songs few sing anymore. Exquisite poetry from generations gone. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. My heart-beat to the rhythm of His Life, so close was the Lord in those moments, and then hours, as night crept by. In quietness I listened. Mind too fuzzy with fatigue for words. Only the cry of my soul and the music. Thump-thump. Why did He awaken me? I waited in stillness as the Spirit said what I could not. For when I retired two hours earlier, I was troubled past words. Over persecutions; the lost; the evil gaining traction day by day. I could not pray out what my mind could not find words for. Disturbed, I had gone to sleep. Now I felt my troubled and embattled state. Oh Lord, how long? What does tomorrow bring that this broken body and spirit of mine can give? Speak through someone else, Lord. I am world-weary. One song followed another. So, hushed I listened. I began to understand. He came to me in the still of the night that I might testify to His constant care and comfort; to be a witness of a powerful and unexplainable exchange between the Spirit within me and Him and to the reality of spiritual forces beyond my understanding. In the stillness, I heard His voice; His words. Child I have need of you a little longer. I know your struggles. But there are more words to write. More hearts to touch. I know you have grown tired and are weary. I hear your groans over evil. I have seen your hidden tears. God blesses those who mourn, for they will be comforted. He continued His whispered blessings. “God blesses those who are poor and realize their need for him, for the Kingdom of Heaven is theirs....God blesses those who are humble...who hunger and thirst for justice...who are merciful...whose hearts are pure...who work for peace...who are persecuted for doing right...God blesses you when people mock you and persecute you and say all sorts of evil things against you because you are my followers...Be happy...be glad...great reward awaits you in heaven. And remember, the ancient prophets were persecuted in the same way. I was suddenly aware of that great cloud of witnesses; witnesses of faith and grace that have gone before. They too, wait with eager expectation for all things to be put beneath His feet. They, too, are eager for the Kingdom yet to come, and the end of all evil. Their human hearts no longer beat in this world, but their impact remains. They are only a breath away. One heart-beat. Thump-thump. I do not know why one as lowly as me should receive this gentle touch from the Master. But it is available to all who hunger and thirst for righteousness; for all who believe the words spoken by Jesus so long ago. Though my whole being strained toward that golden strand of separation between my body and the invisible...my heart continued to beat. Thump-thump. I knew that I would get up before dawn. That there were words to write. Satan may seethe, but he is defeated. I feel his hatred nearby, while under the protection of Heavenly wings as I pursue my singular purpose; to shine as a light in this dark world a little longer. To live to proclaim the Name of Jesus one more day. Children, there isnt much time. Few will find the Way. Listen to the voices of the faithful who have passed; to the call of Jesus. Seek to be filled with the Holy Spirit. Shut out evil; be clean and live holy lives presenting Christ to the world by the power of His Sacrifice. We are all called to live extraordinarily. Mourn over evil. Maintain your resolve so that you may be a continual witness of joy. He is so close; His Kingdom more real than what we now see. Thump-thump. We are not promised the next heart-beat...
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