I want to share something that happened a few days back now.
I walked across the room toward the breakfast table and I heard music. A friend was playing Christian music on a laptop.
I saw the group. It was one of those large youth groups we’ve seen for a while now. It’s some kind of hall with a stage of loud musicians and singers and a huge group of young people, arms in the air; swaying to the music.
Please don’t judge me in this. I’m from what they call old-school Church Music and lets just say that much has changed on what was once called the platform.
Many have come to resemble a different kind of club, with so many spot lights, sometimes smoke and music leaders who appear as stars. The focus is on the stage. Don’t be critical of me yet; let me share what happened to me.
I’ve tried to discern fairly and be compassionate toward those who are doing all they know to do. It’s what they have been taught; more than a generation.
But there is something that has always worried me. LORD, help me here! I most often did not feel The Holy Ghost in what they were doing.
I can discern in The Spirit, just as many of you can. It’s not judging; it’s discerning. Sadly, I have often written these people off, though they were sincere.
As I started across the room, something stopped me. I heard a different Sound….
This same group I saw before, were singing quietly. The lead young woman was on her knees in the floor, with a microphone in her hand. But she was singing softly and some of the others even in the audience were singing softly also. An old hymn of the Church.
I suddenly realized that most of the musicians weren’t playing anymore. They were just standing still. I feel it now. I begin to feel an unusual strong presence of The Holy Ghost. It stopped me cold.
The camera swung across the audience and I beheld the young people; not with there hands waving — but with their hands raised only a little. There were tears running down their cheeks.
Some simply held their hands to their chests; murmuring the words quietly. I saw the expression on their faces; they had never felt anything like this before. I knew instantly what it was.
At once, I felt the strongest presence of The Holy Ghost come over me that I have not felt in a very long time.
I could only weep quietly and say, “Yes children, yes! That’s it, that’s it!”
The Holy Ghost had hovered over that entire huge place and settled on all of these young people. Just like He used to do for us many years ago.
The guitar player had his hands on his face; the mighty presence of The LORD all over him. I was moved beyond.
Many of us believe of a mighty outpouring of The Spirit before The Lord returns. All the trouble, the sickness, the operation of the evil one and all his counterparts have reeked such havoc.
We’ve grown tired from much suffering and heartbreak of every kind. I’ve realized more lately why The LORD’s disciples had to say, “Lord, increase our faith….” Mine has been tested; and weak.
The Holy Spirit of God is going to have his way. It does not matter who tries to stop it.
I’m led to say, that Satan cannot do one thing God does not let him do. We must get that right now.
God has a Plan for this final hour. It doesn’t matter what it looks like; who thinks they have all the power or how rough things get.
You can’t beat God. The Holy Ghost wants to touch so many who have never felt Him the way many of us have.
He will make His move. LORD, just one more time!
~ Robert Blackburn