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I am so saddened. We have so much wealth, so much goods, and we have so little love. We have no real fire, no real Pentecost, because we have had it so easy. We send missionaries around the world, and then they have to almost beg for funds. We send $1 for offerings for missions, and $10,000 for TV advertising. Please understand what this fat man is saying, and I feel this so strongly in my heart...
Where are the all night prayer meetings for revival? Where are the men and women bowed on the altar seeking His face? Where are the preachers dripping from sweat of prayer? Where are the seekers, the Bereans, those who want so much of God that if they do not get Him, it would be almost to the brink of their own demise?
We have so much, and have so little. We have a powerless Pentecost, and a hollow explosion. We have devastation, but no cleansing. I hope I am understood on this.
This past Sunday morning, while in worship, the Lord actually showed me a vision. I saw a dark city, and something that looked powerful was slowly engulfing that city. I then realized what it was. It was an explosion of monumental magnitude. Suddenly, it went from slow to fast, and became a mushroom cloud. I was able to walk into the explosion, and there was no continued explosion inside. It was hollow. It had no real power, no continued effect. It just destroyed.This is what I feel is now the state of the American pentecostal church, a form of godliness but denying the power thereof.
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