October 20th, 2022 – 8:16pm – Hostel In German Colony, Haifa, Israel:

There are moments when you are going about your day and suddenly something stops you in your tracks.

Walking through the University Of Haifa and suddenly in a class case in the center of campus is a bull’s head. It is made from white/gold marble and has gold hoops in its nostrils and ears.

I stood and stared at it for a long time… the spiritual hairs on my neck standing straight up. And in a bright flash it was as if I knew why I had been sent to this university here in Haifa on this mountain top… for such a time as this. It was as if my past and my present and my future all clicked together and I saw that I was right where I needed to be. I am a prophet. My name is Elijah. And I am standing on the top of Mt. Carmel. All of this was planned… moment by moment since I took my first breath… God know and saw this moment and the moments to come. The significance of it all…

What I was sent to do here I cannot do in English… that much I know. But learning Hebrew is just the first of many steps I must take here. Day by day and moment by moment.

And God seems very content with me being here now. In His voice I hear compassion… as He speaks of all He has planned for me here. Compassion. And I wonder… if Jesus heard His Father’s compassion in His voice in the garden as He prayed and ask if this cup could pass from Him… but not His will but His Father’s be done.

I’ve had this visceral reaction to being here. The assault on my mental health has been incredible. Daily I seem to cry out, “Father, take this cup from me, but not my will… yours be done.”

I lay here writing this listening to music and wondering to myself if all prophets go through these things as they carry out their individual assignments. Our assignments aren’t easily described to others… quite the opposite. We are the outcasts… the misunderstood… in our listening and obeying we walk against the grain of society. We see and hear the deep. And it all drives us a little mad. The subtle movements of the Holy Spirit as He moves us about along the path… writing our story moment by moment.

So there is this deep thing in me that’s been building since I set foot in Israel. The daily, gentle words of God to me… the people and their cries… the land and it’s voice pounding… all this every moment of every day. I can’t escape what I see and hear. It is everywhere. So loud. So loud.

Do you ever consider the weight the prophets carry with them daily? I wonder if you’ve ever given it any thought. What they see… what they hear… what God says… a daily, never ending burden.

As I walk about this city God is always speaking… near continuously to me… speaking of each person… opening my eyes to this and to that. And it builds you see… it builds… like a heavy weight. And I’m almost to the point of breaking.

I had thought my path would lead me to the congregation on top of the mountain… but no… when I went there I didn’t feel the Holy Spirit in power… or that familiar sense of “this is it.” And as I’ve sought the Lord about this… the congregation He meant when He said He was going to give me the congregation on the top of the mountain… He meant the people here… the congregation that has yet to be. Don’t you see it? Revival…

It will break out… but it come with power and it will come as a mighty move of the Holy Spirit… and He alone will receive the glory for it. No man will take credit for the might move of God that’s about to pour out in Haifa. No man. No congregation. No church. No. That’s not what He has planned. He wants to show that it was by His hand and His will He brought it about. We as His kids have our parts to play. We have our lives to lay down… but we are only vessels in His plan. When it happens you’ll hear about it! That I have seen and that I know.

Revival is coming to Israel. From the North to the South and from the east to the west. All across this land it will pour out. God will do it… not by might or by power but by His Holy Spirit.

You are a witness. I am a witness. Why am I here? Only God knows. But I know that what I carry is important. The seeds of revival always start with relationship with God… and from the depths of obedience. By faith. Not by any other things… but faith. That deep faith that comes from a deep relationship with Him. That kind of faith that cannot be shaken… and finds it’s roots in Him.

Don’t you see it yet? Are you ready for it? It will come like lightning… from one side of the sky to the other! If you blink you’ll miss it. So wake up. Keep a good watch. Dive in and swim. Now is the time. Set aside all that other stuff. Listen! Listen! And obey.

He is at the door.