I would let my glory fall but you would not. You would not accept this manifestation. You would not open the portals. You would not allow it to fall. It will shake the people, you say. It will cause a stir. It will be strange and fearful. I will not, I say, I will not let my glory fall where there is fear; where there is an uneasiness about such things.
My glory. My glory. It is real. It is falling in congregations who are calling out for more. More of my anointing; but even more, My Glory. Be still and sense it in the air. Call it forth. Allow it to free the captives, heal the sick, and give liberty to flow in my gifts. I am a God of miracles, but I will not be limited. I will not be held at bay.
You can play at Christianity. You can have your ears tickled. But will you experience my manifestation? As you leave one foot in the world and one foot in my house, you will experience a sense of confusion. Today will be for me, you say. Tomorrow I will give to my Lord. I am a jealous God. I will expect more than you have ever been willing to give. You seek me but only on your terms.
Be my obedient children.
“I know thy works that you are neither cold nor hot: I would you were cold or hot. So then because you are lukewarm, and neither cold not hot, I will spew you out of my mouth.”
Revelation 3: 15-16