Can you hear it?

Can you hear it?

Every now and then as I walk down my road or through my fields, I can
hear it. What is it I hear? It is the sound of the wind building
speed, moving through the trees, though not necessarily where I am
standing. You know the sound. You can hear it rippling through the
grass. Leaves and debris blow across the road.

And lately my dreams have revealed it. My visions have "seen" it. And
even as I sit at the computer or I am driving, I "hear" it. What is
"it?" I believe it is the presence of God in a new way. As I listen,
it is like an unseen being, pushing down the fields of grass, blowing
through the trees branches and moving things about. Each branch or
blade of grass representing a human moving with the Lord. Each
skittering leaf, a demonic creature forced out of the way.

Weird? I think not. The presence of the Lord is moving quickly to be
part of all we know. The tipping point has been passed. Life is
changing. What has been described as a famine of the word is about to
change. Life as we know it in New England is about to become
different.

There is an urgency, if you will, in the voice of the Lord. There is
a movement and an increase. Just as I awake to the foreign noise in
my home, I have detected a difference in the atmosphere. A shift some
might call it. Wow!

And if we stopped at WOW! it would be a good thing. But what does
this wind mean? Does it mean revival? If it does it means a change in
the way we do business. Many have not built for this "storm." And
there is apart of me that wants to say "I told you so." But, with the
idea of Noah ringing in my head. How did he feel? A man who would
take all those years to build a boat, facing ridicule and the idea of
being an outcast, what did he feel. Serving God is one thing, but
being cooped up with all those animals for all those months, that is
a whole different deal. I believe he cared about the loss of all
these people.

And so in the midst of this storm we are going to hear people, trying
to get "in." Some of the church has already begun to harden their
hearts. I am telling you this will not pass muster in the midst of
this storm.

I spend most of my life outside of the church. I like it there. Why?
Because while I know the church is God's plan A, I see the "church"
trying to become something it was never called to be. At my
presbytery, they said i was too mystical for the church and i needed
to come down and smell like the sheep. So much for having a prophetic
nature that prevents people from being hurt. So, I allowed my wings
to be clipped in submission to people. And many have been treated the
same way. So, now we have to prophesy to the church, "could you like
, go get the people you hurt and sent away?"

What would happen if these people said "NO!" We think we have the
weird prophetic types now, don't we? I speak to psychics
(pre-Christian prophets) who would scare you. Skateboarders who could
gather a crowd that would shame most churches. Can we discuss the
anointing for a moment? These people were anointed by God for the
church at their birth, before their birth and God is looking for a
few good people with the guts to jump into the fray and say "I am on
your team." We have become so adept at building ministry, we forget
what it looks like to build people.

And for those of you "in the church" who feel like you have been left
out of the church, would you let God heal your wounds and come in out
of the rain? I understand scars, I don't understand running around
with gaping holes. Sit still long enough to be held, touched and
healed. Stop running around saying you are the church and potshotting
at the church.

The water is rising. We feel it at our feet. We occasionally get
splashed by a higher wave or two. The wind is picking up. The
opportunities are multiplying. Do not worry about what goes on iside
the church, but be concerned with what God wants to do outside the
church building.

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Restore unto me the joy of my salvation

Restore unto me the joy of my salvation

I resigned. Stepped down. Life as I had known it for nearly 10 years was over. And I took that step of faith(?) into an abyss not knowing the results. Believe the prophets and you shall prosper.

This morning I awoke at 3:50 to hear "Restore unto me the joy of my salvation" singing through my head. I began to pray for friends and family. But, being in bed just wasn't working for me, so I arose, thinking I could shake this off, but I couldn't. So many, weren't enjoying their salvation. I spoke to a newer Christian yesterday who was reaping the fruits of his choices(Don't we all, unless the mercy of God is invoked.) He had "tried" to enjoy, but the demons of his past were great and his feeling that it was all supposed to be ok kept him from the confessions of his hurt and his pain. I(I pray my words and gestures bear fruit in his life.).

I have never known as many ministers who have stepped down, as I have witnessed in the last few months. I prophesied over a minister who had been forced out of ministry by his board. And part of the word was that I saw a chess board and the piece representing him was being removed, but not to be placed to the side with fallen men, but to be moved to a new square. He was not charismatic, and Hey! I had only asked to pray, but the word of the Lord and His Presence brought tears to this man with hope. In one church so strong was the need to know the love of God and be accepted, I suggested that they start a "Love party" or "Get a hug" night.

Yesterday I was given a word, that though I saw myself as removed the Lord was getting ready to do something in my life. That gave me hope, because despite a powerful weekend of ministry and seeing God move, I was unsure. "Where do I fit in?"

Many of you have prayed, fasted and walked with us, so, please let me share the joys of the weekend.

It began as a 5 hour trip to Maine. As I drove through a community called Topsham I felt the presence of the Lord and I also felt the struggle inside of me. I called a friend to have him pray for me. I arrived and was greeted with love and kindness. A wonderful lasagna didn't hurt.

The next morning, we left early and as we headed to our first appointment a bald eagle flew just above the vehicle while we crossed the river. Amazing! We arrived and met the first pastor. I saw blood in the house of this ministry. It turned out to be a former meat packing house. The blood was crying out the Lord told me. The avenging for souls in this community. we went down to the bay with 3 swords to fulfill a prophetic word my friend had. The sword I had was aptly named "Sword of fire." As 3 of us placed the points of our swords into the beach in front of these Druid idols, I saw fire on the water like gasoline and the rising of the waters with the glory of the Lord. As I shared the pastor told me a new believer had arisen from their baptism and seen the same thing. As we stood there and prophesied the waters(The tide.) moved up and covered our swords connecting them by the waters. We left there and joined a small group of pastors. I had seen a school on the way in transformed by the presence of the Lord and shared this with them, that God would use the arts to overtake this place. As we left the breakfast one of the pastors asked us to pray over the land of his church. We stopped there and I saw the people with hands outstretched towards the ocean awaiting the eastern coming of the Lord. I saw that this community and others where shipping had been so strong would receive the people of the nations and train them and send them back out. I saw a serpent that was trying to stop this, but I also saw that great wealth, like the Midianites would come to this community. They had known there was something about Joseph. Leaving this community we headed towards a desolate land of Indian reservations and heart broken people. We met with another group of pastors. And all the while we were there I felt the presence of the Lord. This is where I prophesied to the pastor who had been removed. This was not the first time a pastor had been removed from this community. It is a satanic stronghold with many, many witches. Please pray for Lubec. I felt I saw a storefront rented, where ministries just came to pray, each one taking a week. As I stood in this restaurant praying, I saw this man taken from the Lord's quiver and sent from His bow. I told him not to deny a trip that was coming. (Unbeknownst to me, he had just been asked.) AS he shed tears my heart went out for the people of this region. We visited the college and I met the music director of this small campus. Our connection? Frank Zappa and Captain Beefheart.  worship will ring out in this college. My friend has asked me to partner with him in a conference called "God loves the witches" in this school. We left here to the home of a pastor in the area and ended up praying for a brother who was to open a Christian cafe there. As we drove home I was spent. Prayer, prophecy and a building compassion.

We got home late and I stayed up late(12:15). I had been up since 4 and the next day was the day I was concerned about. I left the house at 9:15 and arrived at the church at  8:30. As I looked at the clock I saw something was to change for this church. The clock had stopped. As the assistant pastor went to put a new battery in it, it crashed to the floor. As we prayed I felt this wave of the presence overcome me. As we worshipped I sensed the hurt of people who did not enjoy their salvation.  I was bombarded by thoughts of where do I fit in the body of the Lord? Who do I think I am? GOD HELP ME! I have felt like a failure.

As I stood to minster and spoke my path I reminded myself of the goodness of the Lord. And I went to minister to the people. I saw so much pain and need for direction. I thought where were the prophets. Where were the builders? Where were the fathers. I gave many hugs as I walked down the row. I reminded many of the Lord's love for them. They had a kleenex ministry by person five. As I spoke over young and old I felt the presence of Jesus walking with me. I was to close it at 12 and it was 1:56 when I prayed over the last person. I sensed a name change for this people. People wanted Jesus.

Some shared the accuracy of the words, but my heart was broken. God you would use me. You still care about me.

Maine is a desolate place. And it is filled with satanic influence, but where there is evil there is the capacity for much grace. These people are exercising childlike faith. I could see God doing something here. The leaders are gathering. They love each other. This is an amazing people. The Native Americans will see God come here. Stephen King has a home here. Watch for what happens in his life in the next year.

And so when I received the word yesterday of the restoration in my life, I thought, Wow! I pray for the WOW of life to be manifest in your life today. Tomorrow we face one of the most serious challenges of my walk. I need to know God is in the restoring business. I need to know that He loves me. With that I can walk through anything.

Humbly submitted,

Lee