Language seems like an insufficient mode of transit for the deep stirring in my soul. The surges of revelation within are cryptic in nature and barred by the limitations of my carnal mind, yet I am provoked by desperation to attempt to draw these divine impartations to the surface and sift through them. . .
The madness and fury of a society plagued by perceived lack and futile striving quashes the summoning of an interminable world of abundance. . the radiance of heaven is submerged in a domain of darkness, and we with pale and insipid faith settle into this world of scarcity, continually neglecting our Master Deity and his power and yearning to lift us from the ashes of a fraudulent existence and sanction us to tap into the riches, authority and promise of his kingdom.
Oh, but there is a great rumbling of the Divine quaking in the core of humanity, awakening slumbering victors. I sense a holy insurgence . . . a fierce casting off of an iniquitous culture and a zealous adoption of the ethos of heaven. Light is emerging. . .
May his kingdom come here on earth as it is in heaven. . .
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