Wrecked

Good Evening Brothers…

They were 4 deep, 30 to 35 men around the steps of the stage which we called the alter, 120 to 130 men in total, all on their knees, all with heads bowed….wrecked.

When the Spirit descends, when the Presence falls, men are wrecked.

It reminds me of this story from Exodus 20: 22-26:

Then the Lord said to Moses, “Thus you shall say to the sons of Israel, ‘You yourselves have seen that I have spoken to you from heaven. You shall not make other gods besides Me; gods of silver or gods of gold, you shall not make for yourselves. You shall make an altar of earth for Me, and you shall sacrifice on it your burnt offerings and your peace offerings, your sheep and your oxen; in every place where I cause My name to be remembered, I will come to you and bless you. If you make an altar of stone for Me, you shall not build it of cut stones, for if you wield your tool on it, you will profane it. And you shall not go up by steps to My altar, so that your nakedness will not be exposed on it.’

We had a schedule, a time element we were trying to stay in line with. When the invitation to come pray at the alter was made, we expected some, perhaps many, but not the outpouring of surrendered men that poured forth. Hands were laid, prayers were lifted, tears fell, men embraced…God was glorified. The schedule became the tools of the mason, the chisel and hammer used to notch stone, to create straight lines, to force an order into the natural beauty God created. We laid down our tools, fearful we would profane the alter of submission these men were ascending. They had no fear of being exposed, no fear of their naked sin, they were covered by the blood of the Lamb. They climbed those steps and laid their lives down…and God was glorified.

These men surrendered their false gods, their families, their jobs, their addictions, their very lives, and the Presence fell. A song began to play ever so softly:

There’s nothing worth more that will ever come close
No thing can compare, You’re our living hope
Your presence, Lord

I’ve tasted and seen of the sweetest of loves
Where my heart becomes free and my shame is undone
Your presence, Lord

Holy Spirit, You are welcome here
Come flood this place and fill the atmosphere
Your glory, God, is what our hearts long for
To be overcome by Your presence, Lord

I’ve tasted and seen, of the sweetest of loves
Where my heart becomes free, and my shame is undone
By Your presence, Lord

Let us become more aware of Your presence
Let us experience the glory of Your goodness

The voices of the surrendered men rose with every line. The voice of the recording artist lost in the sound of men singing from a place deep within. The Spirit began to manifest in the men gathered together with outstretched arms and hearts yearning for more of God. It was awesome…in the true sense of the word. His Holy Presence falling on His children is beautiful, powerful, majestic, humbling….it is awesome.

“Lord in Heaven, thank You for blessing us with Your Presence,  Thank You for showering us with mercy and grace,  Thank You for washing away our sins,  Thank You for opening our eyes and ears to Your Word…to Your Son…to Jesus, the Messiah.  Thank You Lord for causing us to set down our tools and showing us the Glory of Your method, Your creation, Your schedule,  Thank You for wrecking us this past weekend and please lead us into a lifestyle in which we can be wrecked by Your love more often.  Thank You father….”

 

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One Response to Wrecked

  1. Joe Kormanik says:

    I have personally been to several encounter but it seemed like this one the worship was so heart felt and men experienced the presence of the Lord like no other. I agree nothing like the Lord descending on wrecked men. Thank-you for your teaching and dedication to our Lord and Savior. God Bless you

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