In March, I had a dream. Someone slipped me a note. It read:

“TEXT BOB MARLEY YOUR NUMBER.”

In April, I had a dream. This was a couple weeks after my Bob Marley dream. In this dream I was walking with someone I didn’t know. Then, we stopped and someone joined our hands together. I awoke.

I prayed immediately about the dream. Then, it was as if God randomly asked me a question.

“Haven’t you heard and read that people of color have been hit especially hard by Covid-19?”

I said, yes, Lord…the numbers are much worse in the black community. Then, the Lord seemed to pierce me with another question.

“How do you typically interpret such targeted attacks?”

Boom! Revelation swept over me in that moment.

The devil has launched a targeted attack on black people. Anointing attracts attack is a cliché I have often used. But, this situation is about more than anointing. It’s about destiny, and it’s about deliverance.

So, as I again stilled myself, I asked:

“what are you trying to say to me, Lord?”

I don’t know how, but I immediately knew God was saying that he wanted me to join my heart with my black brothers and sisters.

I thought we were different people, but God wanted to fix the way I see.

I shared this only with a handful of family and ministry colleagues because I didn’t have the wisdom to most lovingly and humbly walk this out.

The next week Ahmaud Arbery was shot. Then, I learned of Breonna Taylor who was shot just one hour away from my home. Shortly thereafter, George Floyd was murdered in broad daylight by police officers.

I have been stunned, shocked, numb, and I have cried.

I have been angry at the President and all of those ignorant, prejudice, white people that have minimized and judged the outrage.

Prejudice and racism runs deep in this country. Many of the prejudiced ones don’t even realize they have racist knee-jerk tendencies.

I have sympathized with the hurting. I have chosen my side. I’m pretty sure God linked my heart to the side He wants me to be on.

The victims and the downtrodden are near to God’s heart. Their cry has come before Him. Change is coming.

The devil could sense destiny percolating. You see, The devil lives in the spirit realm and he’s privy to things before they materialize into the natural.

The devil didn’t know exactly what God was about to do. But, the devil sensed it so keenly that he reacted from the invisible, spirit realm. The devil triggered violence against the very people he sensed God was about to use. That’s always been the devil’s way.

It was just a little more than a hundred years ago when God used a black man to introduce Pentecost to America.

William Seymour was the preacher at Azusa Street in Los Angeles around 1906. He dealt with the injustice of racism in his own time and was still used by God to ignite one of this country’s greatest revivals.

In 2020, at the time of Pentecost, America was burning with fires of protests along with cries for justice.

God has heard.

What we have seen in the natural is a prophecy of what’s coming in the spirit. God has been moved by the torn, broken, contrite heart of the black man. The black community has been a target of hate and injustice by the enemy…but God has now received their actions and tears as intercession and markers.

A bowl has been filled in Heaven. A spiritual tipping point has been reached.

Now, an anointing of deliverance is about to be released. Help for the hopeless is coming. Aid for the impoverished is on the way.

At Azusa, the early days of American Pentecostalism, the cloud of glory hovered over and within the mission house.

Exodus 13:21 “The Lord was going before them in a pillar of cloud by day to lead them on the way, and in a pillar of fire by night to give them light, that they might travel by day and by night.”

Allow me to speak prophetically here: It’s nighttime now. And, the cloud is giving way to the fire.

Holy Fire is coming.

It will be seen in meeting places where God’s Glory breaks out. The night shift has been set apart, for such a time as this.

The black community has lit fires from their brokenness. Accordingly, they have unknowingly prophesied fire with their desperation.

In February, I had a dream. In the dream I was shopping in the Mall of America. It was getting ready to close. My shopping was growing frantic. I was looking for something specific and I wouldn’t quit until I found what I was looking for. Finally, in what seemed like the final moments of opportunity, I found the black nike shoes I was looking for.

I didn’t understand the dream at first. But it was so strong and made such an impression on me that I went and really bought a new pair of black nike shoes as a prophetic act.

>God has a night shift coming on duty.

>God has fire that we haven’t seen yet.

God’s fixing to raise up some black folk, some women, some children, some recovered addicts, some delivered homosexuals, some saved witches and occultist, some forgiven racists, some sanctified and set-free perverts, some dead dry bones, some discarded dreams, and some mended shards and pieces.

God moves in the night. He moves with fire.

>The Mall of America is in Minnesota.

>Minnesota is the North Star state.

So, if you’re feeling lost, put your nike—victory—shoes on, and look up. We’re about to exit out of this oppression. We’re moving with the fire. We’re brothers and sisters.