Oh, people of the Spirit, listen closely to the roar—not the roar of lions, nor of storms, but the ROAR OF AWAKENING! It thunders through the silence of generations dulled by tradition and faint-hearted faith. It is awakening you not merely to what He has done, but to who He is in you. This is the divine revelation breaking forth in this hour: You can do ANYTHING in Me—says the Lord. Not by strength nor by wisdom of man, but through the indwelling Christ who speaks with power through those who yield in surrender.

The prophets came early, a forerunner of the Word, planting seeds not only in the minds of men but in the soil of eternity. His voice, like a trumpet, echoed through towns and nations, declaring with boldness the truth as it is in Jesus. Many did not understand him, and some even mocked. Others wept under conviction. The Spirit bore witness. The labor was vast, the record incomplete—for how can the ink of earth contain the full works of heaven?

And I say to you, do not walk as those who doubt the promises of the Word. For have you not heard? Have you not seen? The same Jesus who walked Emmaus Road now walks the corridors of your heart, expounding the Scriptures, unveiling Himself in power and grace. The Spirit is stirring a new breed—intercessors from the very heart of God. They do not cry from afar, but from within His very heartbeat, releasing His burden to the nations.

Even now, the veil thins. The old earth groans and the new is about to break through. Hear the promise: When He goes into the new heaven and the new earth, we shall go also. This is not mere comfort; this is destiny. There shall be no sea to separate the redeemed from the Lamb. No curse to divide, no demon to torment, for He has become the curse and shattered it forever.

And you, beloved, though exhausted, though pressed by afflictions and fog, though battling symptoms of weariness, hear the decree of the Lord: NO MORE! For the wind of His Spirit is blowing—fierce, cleansing, refreshing. Let it lift you, let it replant you in fertile soil. For in this hour, you will bear fruit—thirtyfold, sixtyfold, and a hundredfold.

And so we declare: We shall go further than our fathers. We shall press into the deep mysteries of Christ. We shall walk with fire and not be burned, speak with boldness and not be silenced. Let every word from our lips be drenched with the beauty of Jesus the Anointed One, and let us walk into the harvest that awaits.

THE SOUND OF HEAVEN AND THE WITNESS OF EARTH

The trumpet is sounding, not from the lips of man, but from the heavens. It is calling forth the witnesses of this generation to stand—bold, unshaken, and radiant with the knowledge of Christ. I heard the Lord say, “Come to Me. Know Me. Release My heart.” And in this call is the key to this age: union with the Servant prophesied by Isaiah, the Lamb seen by John, the King returning soon.

This is not the time for timid prayers. This is not the era of passive faith. Revival is not in the hands of the mighty, but in the hearts of the yielded. The Spirit of prophecy is rising in the mouth of even the unknown, the quiet ones, the overlooked. The waterfall of His anointing is coming upon those who have said yes in the secret place. These shall shake nations with a word.

The gatherings of old—Northfield, Mount Hermon, the open-air revivals—were but the shadows of what is to come. Now is the time for the trembling of earth and the trembling of hearts. Miracles shall not be isolated. Healing will be the air we breathe. The sermons may be simple, but the Spirit shall explode through every syllable.

Do not be afraid of the counterfeit. Let the enemy mimic. Let him stumble over false fires. The true flame shall not be extinguished. And though demons rage, they shall not stop the march of the saints. Your authority in Christ is not a theory—it is a divine reality. Whatever you ask in His Name, He will do it (John 14:13–14). This is not wishful hope; this is blood-sealed covenant.

The world groans for peace, for love, for unity—and we hold the answer. His name is Jesus. He is the only name by which men must be saved. The earth may burn, the heavens may shake, but the Lamb reigns. And we, His people, testify. We testify through every cracked pulpit and crowded hall, through seasickness on missionary voyages and altar calls in city centers. We testify not because we are worthy, but because He is.

The trauma is breaking. The silence is over. The veil of apathy is torn. The scrolls of heaven are being opened, and the prayers of the saints rise like incense. Do not say, “I am not enough.” He has made you enough. Do not say, “I am afraid.” He has made you bold.

And as the seals open, and judgments fall, remember—our hope is not in avoiding the storm, but in walking with the One who commands it. Even now, angels surround the throne, elders fall on their faces, and the Lamb stands, victorious.

Let the earth awaken. Let the Church arise. Let every heart beat with the roar of heaven.

Amen.