God has chosen to clothe this generation in fire. And we, His sons and daughters are part of this chosen generation – a chosen generation. You are included. No-one is excluded from the plans of our great and merciful Father.
The skies above Glasgow this morning are clear and blue. As I looked into the heavens I saw, in the distance, what looked like a flaming phoenix, the mythological creature. The more I looked, the more of these appeared in the sky; they were not birds after all but were burning tunics – clothes to be worn. They were drifting to the ground, like snowflakes against the bright sky.
And I watched, as those in pursuit of God leapt into the air and caught each of these fiery tunics as they floated down. They dressed themselves in their new, flaming clothes: heavenly garments that burned with ferocity… yet they themselves were not burned! In fact, as the tunics burned, they wearers did not burn up and diminish – on the contrary they grew in size and strength.
As this burning generation – those chosen, who also chose – grew in size, they began to apply themselves to the blockages and barriers of old. These blockages were like boulders, blocking the pathways and roadways. The burning people of God put their shoulders to these boulders and began to heave, heave with a heavenly might. They began to shift and were pushed out of the way. Some rocks even began to crumble and disintegrate.
With the boulders out of the way, the dams were opened and water flowed in the streets. Then came the surfers, surfing on the water as it poured throughout the land!
God has a fiery garment for you. Reach up to the sky to collect it. Put it on, wear it and grow in the knowledge of the strength and stature that God is giving you. Then you will apply this Godly-strength to the boulders in your way… and will see movement!
Acts 2:17 (MSG)
“In the Last Days,” God says, “I will pour out my Spirit on every kind of people: Your sons will prophesy, also your daughters; Your young men will see visions, your old men dream dreams. When the time comes, I’ll pour out my Spirit On those who serve me, men and women both, and they’ll prophesy. I’ll set wonders in the sky above and signs on the earth below, Blood and fire and billowing smoke, the sun turning black and the moon blood-red, Before the Day of the Lord arrives, the Day tremendous and marvelous; And whoever calls out for help to me, God, will be saved.”