If I be a man of God then let fire come down from heaven and consume you.  Not the fire that Elijah called upon the captain of the fifty and his men but the fire of the Holy Spirit to baptize you with the refreshing fire of consuming faith.  Hearts are cold or worse even warm, flaccid, placid or indifferent to the things of God.  They smile at me then yell at them all in the same brief moments.  “I don’t care” is their mantra, believing themselves the center of this or any universe, unwilling to listen, see the world from another perspective or totally commit to anything but their own satisfaction.

Lord, I see that time is short.  Not because that is what I want for it most certainly is, but rather indicated by the ripe fields and approaching storms.  We were told that we would know by the circumstances of the season and that exact time is upon us.  Lord it doesn’t matter to me except that they aren’t ready and I weep tears of remorse for those yet forgiven.  Even believers Lord have forgotten the path, chosen the broad boulevard and begun to wish and hope upon gods of wood, metal and paper.  I know that my sympathy for them is not enough I must take to my knees in prayer for their deliverance , knowing from whence salvation comes.

I accept Father my own peculiarity.  It is understandable believing in a God who said that they would hate me for belonging to you.  Your servant I am willingly, fervently, permanently.  Father show me the way to potency for your intent.  Let me call down your Holy Fire to cleanse, bless and baptize to alight the hearts of men for the coming Kingdom.  Let them escape tribulation by committing their hearts to you in faith and hope of your soon return.  Bless your Holy Name.  May it be yelled, spoken, whispered, hollered and cherished by untold millions this very moment seeking and finding relief in their petition.  It is wonderful to be odd for I know what that means.  I am so grateful for your Love.  In Jesus’ Name.