[Apprehended]

A weariness has set in that is putting the saints of God fast asleep. It is the sleep of death. The saints of God in the USA are overcharged with the cares of life that going on some times seems more than they can endure, especially when their church offers little of the bread that came down from heaven to replenish their strength and vitality. So much of the joy of salvation is gone replaced by a religious enthusiasm which grows old with routine.

Gone are the days when saints could hardly bear to be out of church even for one night. I saw the time when the glory of God was so brightly moving, rejoicing the people in the blessed purity of unfeigned holiness and presence of God that it was hard to dismiss a service...often saints lingered all night in the after-glow of His majestic presence, beholding the face of their heavenly lover.

I saw the time when just simply walking into the church, diseases disappeared, sick recovered and those bound in wheel chairs simply got up and walked. The power of God was present to heal...to save and deliver. The love lights of God and for each other shone as a bright as the blinding light of high noon.

Religiosity has replaced that glory. No doubt this pastor has fought the battle for so long that he is now weary and beyond going on. He, like so many of his saints would just simply rather stay home and relax instead of enduring the weariness of yet another non-productive church service.

Saints, hold on. There is about to be a heavenly burst of the glory of God to hit the earth. You will be glad that you did not give up. Something beyond what you can possibly imagine is just ahead.