- Jul 11, 2025
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“Arise, shine, for your light has come, and the glory of the Lord rises upon you.”
(Isaiah 60:1)
Body of Christ—AWAKEN.
The midnight hour is upon us. The watchmen are crying out. The Spirit is sounding the alarm across the nations:
"It is no longer time to sleep. It is time to rise."
Too long have we slumbered under the comforts of complacency.
Too long have we allowed compromise to sit at our table.
Too long have we exchanged the fire of God for the approval of man.
But a holy shaking is here.
The breath of God is stirring the dry bones once again.
The Lion of Judah is roaring over His people: "Return to Me with all your heart!"
This is not the hour to be lukewarm.
This is not the time to be distracted.
This is the day of divine separation—between light and darkness, truth and deception, spirit and flesh.
“Wake up, sleeper, rise from the dead, and Christ will shine on you.”
(Ephesians 5:14)
The harvest is ready. The nations are trembling. The earth is groaning for the revealing of the sons and daughters of God. You were not saved to sit. You were saved to shine.
The Lord says:
“I am igniting My Bride with holy fire. I am raising up a remnant with oil in their lamps, eyes fixed on Me, hearts burning with righteousness and truth.”
Fire that purifies
Fire that revives
Fire that sends
He is releasing a fresh wind—a Pentecostal wind—to empower His Church again. But it will not come where there is pride. It will not rest where there is apathy.
It will come to the altar of surrender.
This is not the time to play church.
This is the time to BE the Church—
Holy.
Bold.
Set apart.
Walking in love and power.
Clothed in humility but filled with fire.
He is awakening intercessors, prophets, evangelists, teachers, pastors, and apostles for such a time as this.
He is calling us to weep between the porch and the altar.
To cry out, “Spare Your people, Lord!” (Joel 2:17)
Church, the King is coming.
Trim your lamps. Clean your garments.
Shake off the dust of religion.
Step into the burning center of His presence.
Let your cry be:
The sleeping giant is waking up.
The Bride is making herself ready.
Let the roar of revival begin in you.
(Isaiah 60:1)
Body of Christ—AWAKEN.
The midnight hour is upon us. The watchmen are crying out. The Spirit is sounding the alarm across the nations:
"It is no longer time to sleep. It is time to rise."
Too long have we slumbered under the comforts of complacency.
Too long have we allowed compromise to sit at our table.
Too long have we exchanged the fire of God for the approval of man.
But a holy shaking is here.
The breath of God is stirring the dry bones once again.
The Lion of Judah is roaring over His people: "Return to Me with all your heart!"
This is not the hour to be lukewarm.
This is not the time to be distracted.
This is the day of divine separation—between light and darkness, truth and deception, spirit and flesh.
“Wake up, sleeper, rise from the dead, and Christ will shine on you.”
(Ephesians 5:14)
The harvest is ready. The nations are trembling. The earth is groaning for the revealing of the sons and daughters of God. You were not saved to sit. You were saved to shine.
The Lord says:
“I am igniting My Bride with holy fire. I am raising up a remnant with oil in their lamps, eyes fixed on Me, hearts burning with righteousness and truth.”
Fire that purifies Fire that revives Fire that sendsHe is releasing a fresh wind—a Pentecostal wind—to empower His Church again. But it will not come where there is pride. It will not rest where there is apathy.
It will come to the altar of surrender.
This is not the time to play church.
This is the time to BE the Church—
Holy.
Bold.
Set apart.
Walking in love and power.
Clothed in humility but filled with fire.
He is awakening intercessors, prophets, evangelists, teachers, pastors, and apostles for such a time as this.
He is calling us to weep between the porch and the altar.
To cry out, “Spare Your people, Lord!” (Joel 2:17)
Church, the King is coming.
Trim your lamps. Clean your garments.
Shake off the dust of religion.
Step into the burning center of His presence.
Let your cry be:
The sleeping giant is waking up.
The Bride is making herself ready.
Let the roar of revival begin in you.
