This is the homestretch. This is the rounding of the last turn. This is when you appear out of the grey wilderness in the Iditarod on the last leg, to the swelling applause of the finish-line crowd against thine frozen and wind-whipped ears, struggling to stand up, awestruck in the echoes of time…you are almost numb to all but finishing and falling over. Something like that anyway….
This must be a glimpse of what it is like to hear, “Well done, My good and faithful servant…enter into My rest.” And, especially after these grueling 21-round slugfests with the flesh, there still remains a sabbath rest for the people of God. My brothers, my sisters…let us not come short of it. Let us rally and muster with all our guster. Let’s get on with it under the mighty influence of the Spirit.
How faithful and strong He has been on our behalf. He has given both dream and interpretation, both vision and understanding. We have seen, simultaneously, the beefing up of the legion of angels around us and the tearing downing of demonic strongholds. Literally. He has been attentive, very immediately, to our cries and supplications. He is most deserving of our honor and praises this last night of the fast.
And the bursting, ancient floodgates that hold back Revival’s rushing river are ready to splinter and let loose the uncontainable flow of Yahweh’s saving waves. It is coming…lo, I hear the sound of the abundance of rain!
So, our plan: to pray through dinner, share with one another all that God has done both individually and for the Tribe. Then some joyous worship, some card games and camaraderie…and, last but certainly not least, we feast. Yes, for the first time this month…this YEAR, we the slim and trim, we the spiritually fit, we the tired and weak…WE FEAST!
He has brought unto His banqueting table…and His banner over us is love!