Paradigm Shift

I heard the Lord say: "I am shifting the paradigms in the church. What used to be shall be no more, and what shall be will be great and wondrous! For I Am changing the pattern of the church culture and I am molding it after me and my kingdom. For far too long, my church has been inactive and ineffective. For I call out, “Awaken, oh sleeper. Arise from the dead!” I Am calling out to the deep from my deepest parts; with a guttural cry, I say to my church, “AWAKEN! AWAKEN! AWAKEN!”

As I heard God say "Awaken," I saw, in a vision, pillars of stone. With each "awaken" spoken, I saw pieces of the stone falling off the pillars as they began to crack and as dust fell from the ceiling. As each piece of stone fell, it revealed what was under the white-washed pillars. IT IS ALIVE! Under the stone are pillars and parapets of what appear to be lungs expanding and decompressing. The pillars breathe again! With a shake from the heavens like a loud crack of thunder, the stone temple crumbled, and from the smoke arose a temple comprised of flesh and organs. The sun bursts forth from the dark clouds, showing a temple alive and breathing.

Previous builders had covered the once-living temple with plaster and cement. It had taken centuries for them to plaster and cover this once-living temple. But with ONLY A WORD from God, what man had built came tumbling down. The doors to the now living, breathing temple flung open wide, and a burst of light shone through the entrance, welcoming all to come inside. Inside of the alive temple was a paradise; a luscious garden filled with trees, animals, plants, and yes, even a stream of living water flowing through the middle. At the door stands two greeters dressed in white welcoming all into the LIVING tabernacle.

Around the temple there was a dark barren desert wasteland, but the light coming from the entrance lit a pathway for all to follow. This light path shone for miles and began to transform everything the light touched into luscious grass. “For I have made a highway in the wilderness,” declared the Lord, “A place paved for all to walk.”

Behold, I saw a mass group of people flooding into the doors of the living tabernacle and heard a voice saying, “I Am calling my people home. This is a homecoming for my wayward children. For what was dead has now come to life. What was barren is now alive. My church is now unleashed for the world to see. The call is sounding from houses that hear. It echoes through the wilderness, calling the lost home. Yes, home. Come home all who are lost. Find refuge in me. For I, the Lord your God, see you and welcome you back into the house of the Lord with open arms. Cast your cares on me, for I Am good, and my mercy endures forever.”

Again with a loud voice I heard, “I hear the sound of heaven echoing through the streets, vibrating the inner most being of the wayward convincing them to come home.” To the church the voice cries “Arise and shine, oh church. Fill the streets with my glory and welcome the lost home. For home is where my heart is.”