Unless the Lord Guards

5/22/2010

The Lord showed me a vision: Someone had built a train station with track that ran from one end of the station to the other. People gathered at the station waiting for a train, but there was no way for the train to get there. From time to time a few people would grow weary of waiting and leave, and a few more would come in to begin their waiting. Everyone talked about the trains and the schedules, and how late this or that train was; but no one ever really saw a train at the station. From time to time people would come and share about the trains that came to other stations, and how wonderful it was. The employees of the station were busy selling tickets and changing the boards, but a train never came. The same people come to work day after day expecting different results from the same words and the same actions.

The Lord shared with me about the vision: Unless the LORD builds the house, they labor in vain who build it; unless the LORD guards the city, the watchman stays awake in vain (Psalm 127:1).

The Lord also shared, for a second time now, that Jesus did not ask the Father to send the Holy Spirit so we can all have Holy Ghost parties. The Holy Spirit is here and the Holy Ghost signs and wonders are manifested to bring the lost children of God home to the Father. And this is eternal life, that they may know You, the only true God, and Jesus Christ whom You have sent (John 17:3). The Day of Pentecost wasn’t a Holy Ghost party – it was a day when thousands of people came home to the Father – the only true God, and Jesus Christ whom He sent. They didn’t speak in tongues to be heard, but so the unbelievers would hear and be saved. Peter didn’t preach to get a name for him self, but so the people would hear and come to the Father through the Son, whom the Father sent. No committee met to vote on who would preach that day – the Spirit moved on Peter and Peter preached. Why do men believe they have to guard the door the Lord has opened? Unless the Lord guards, the watchmen stays awake in vain.

© 2010, Tim D. Coulter Sr.

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