Our prayer meeting was very good. We laid the foundation for this year. Of course, no foundation can any man lay except that which has been laid: Jesus Christ crucified and resurrected; Savior and Lord! But we needed to come back to the altar, entering this year with a fresh, purer and larger vision. There was a prophetic word calling men and women to total unconditional surrender to the Lord. We presented our bodies as living sacrifices for the pleasure of the Lord. The worship must continue…The Holy Spirit was calling believers to work for God, to do ministry. We started praying in the Spirit… Initially there was some resistance in the room. The religious spirits were fighting back refusing to let go of their slaves. But the anointing was breaking the yokes! Some people were hiding in the shadows, excusing themselves, saying in their hearts that a little religion is good enough for heaven’ approval. They became skillful in the art of ‘playing church’. Because of that, their hearts became dry, hard and cold. But the Holy Spirit was calling and calling, and will not let go… (I love the patience and persistence of God). We could not proceed further with the service until this matter of repentance and surrender was done. The Holy Wind was blowing spreading the fragrance of Christ in the room. The stony hearts became soft and none could stop the melting. Christ arrested the prodigals. Coming home was the only way for many tonight. The lost got found. The blind could finally ‘see the King in His beauty’. We bowed in adoration proclaiming that Jesus Christ is Lord! Finally, we worshipped God with thanksgiving for He alone is worthy! Glory to God!

“You gently call me into Your presence guiding me by your Holy Spirit
Teach me dear Lord to live all of my life through Your eyes
I’m captured by your Holy calling
Set me apart, I know You’re drawing me to Yourself
Lead me Lord I pray…

Take me, mold me, use me, fill me
I give my life to the Potter’s hand
Call me, guide me, lead me, walk beside me
I give my life to the Potter’s hand”
(By Darlene Zschech)

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