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There are many in this generation that have been attacked by the enemy. There are those who have been fooled and deceived concerning their God-given identities. Some have been led to believe they are gay. Some have been tricked into thinking they were assigned the wrong gender. Some have been so victimized by addiction that their original, innocent identity seems forever lost. Others have been abused, abducted, or trafficked and their identities have been stolen. In each of these cases, the Lord says their God-given identities have fallen asleep. It’s like they are now dead, dry bones…with no more true life or identity.

Nevertheless, God is ready to raise these bones. The wind of prophecy, life, and hope is coming like unclaimed promises from the many generations before today’s. Although they may be something akin to walking zombies with only a hint of who they were born to be, these fossils are fixing to encounter a quickening. God is going to rediscover them and overwhelm these lost ones with the power of His love until it overrides all the lies of their deceiver. Identities will be redeemed and these that have been thought of as lost causes by some will arise with callings and holy purposes.

They will march. They will swim. They will move forward with fire and determination.

I see dead people… coming back to life. They are the bones that God is going to revive and raise up from the dry, no hope valleys.

So, let the winds begin to blow. Heaven is ready to howl out new breath.

New York State and those doggone lawmakers cant abort God’s plan. Revival is coming, anyway.

On December 27, in New York City, a transformer blew up. There was a boom, followed by a lingering hum. The New York Times quoted a police officer who said the sound and explosion could be felt in your chest. From the combustion, New York’s night sky was painted with an electric blue hue. The color of Holy Spirit was a sign in the Heavens.

Fast forward one month, same city. New York passed a bill allowing abortions all the way up to birth. To celebrate, the top of One World Trade Center was lit up in pink.

Or, is something

Wait. Could it be that the biggest gender reveal party ever is playing out right before our eyes? As signs in the heaven, separated by a rare blood moon occurrence that helps get everyone looking up… the great mystery moment asks us if this is about the birth of a boy or the birth of a girl? Blue for boy. Pink for girl. But the answer is given by Joel 2, Isaiah 44, and Acts 2, which all state a prophecy foretelling an outpouring of the Spirit that will come on our sons AND daughters.

It’s not a boy OR a girl. It’s both! God is going to give life to our sons AND daughters. 

So, don’t be too quick to give up. Remember, at times in the Bible when babies were being killed…God was up to great deliverance (Moses, Jesus).

Man has voted in favor of abortion, which is death. God has voted in favor of revival… coming back to life. Anything we can kill, the Holy Ghost can revive.

God’s moments are the ones that overshadow man’s worst moments. Get ready because God is already ready.

God is saying “It’s time. I’m releasing the sound of Awakening. No man will be able to stop what I’m going to do.”

If we begin agreeing with the accuser, the one who is eager to curse, we will be accomplices to spiritual abortion attempts. As believers, our government is higher than state, or federal hearings. Our hopes aren’t in Senate, Congress, Democrat, OR Republican positions.

So, let’s agree with the heart and hope of Heaven. Jesus saves! His grace is even bigger than this horrific sin.

Therefore… Speak life. Speak blessing. Repent. Stand in the Gap. Be the intercessor. Be the sound of breaking; the sound of awakening.

Wall Mart doesn’t sell art. Art isn’t something that can be industrialized, mass manufactured or produced.

Ever heard the term “starving artists”? There’s a reason artists and creative souls often live lowly, somewhat poor lives. It’s that they don’t care. They aren’t motivated by accumulating things and moneys. Their motivations are the mysteries that comprise their uniqueness.

Today I walked through the bookstore and I perused the offerings on the shelves with so many bindings that I strongly suspected were written for what I consider —the wrong reasons.

If an author sets about his work simply to make a living, or receive a paycheck… (s)he has trespassed into a hallowed garden.

True artists, writers, musicians, singers, painters, architects, sculptors, storytellers, designers, and dancers cannot help but do what they do. Sometimes they don’t have reasons. Or, they don’t trouble themselves over the need to figure out the mystical “why.” They are free from such hesitations, wonderings.Their very DNA bleeds with a passion to produce. And that’s enough.

Sometimes the art comes from their guts… their soul. Sometimes their mind, their disciplined grind, their skill applied to the work will birth the beauty. And, sometimes, they are (a)mused to amaze us.

Artistic, imaginative, contemplative people inherit their gears, their wiring from the great Creator… God.

Real art comes from sketch pads, journals, garages, makeshift studios, and simple hideaways. Then, wherever art can find a celebrated home… that’s a hallowed hall. It might be something such as a museum, venue, or library. A gathering place for things of the heart.

True art comes from an invisible place: A dream, a thought, a sound. And how do you put a price tag on something so beautiful as that. A creative soul molds imagination into something everyone can see, hear, and appreciate. It’s the mystery of art.

I see revival coming to East Tennessee. I see a new breed of evangelists with a yesteryear mantle and anointing running out of Knoxville.

I see Holy Spirit soaring over the valley regions. He’s brooding over places like Harrogate. The wind is wanting to blow. It’s waiting for the power of prayer and desire to fuel its journeys. The Great Smokey’s will be targeted and even White Pine will taste of God’s glory. God is planning an outbreak of revival across East Tennessee.

Thanks to the art of Tricia Benavente, today I caught a glimpse of a different Jesus. Jesus was a hero. Maybe even the one that played the character of V for Vendetta.

Then, as she continued to paint, I saw Jesus being transformed into an African man with a large nose ring.

I thought the African Jesus was a cool thing, until Pastor Cameron got up and bragged on this same painting… calling it an Asian man (or angel).

I don’t know what Tricia intended for us to see, but I saw Jesus. And He emanated a love that smiled in red, and yellow, and black, and white.

Jesus is not a Buddha, Muhammad, Krishna, or Baal. Nonetheless, isn’t it cool that The Lord is Jesus, and Jesus is Love… to every man. That’s the brilliant, creative art of Jesus.

Jesus is not a Nationalist. He’s not trying to keep people out. When Jesus accomplished His mission, and cried out “it is

finished” — Father God reached down and tore open the

separation between God and

man— besides, Jesus had already identified Himself to us as… the door. And, in case you didn’t know: the door is OPEN.

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