I had an impression of a coming move of God. Wave after wave of airplanes were approaching the country I live in (New Zealand). It was sort of like the invasion of Pearl Harbour, except these airplanes had a purpose that was good not evil. It was as if God had taken the negative energy and intent the enemy when he took on the pearl of great price, and turned it on its head. The purpose of these planes was salvation and revival. I looked up at the planes and saw clearly on them the Red-white-blue concentric circles and spot of the British Air Force. These planes were like spitfires that had come out of the Battle of Britain. I could only assume that these fighters had in fact been sent out from Britain.
Looking up at those planes, I could only breathe a huge sigh of relief. “They’re here! They’re here!”. Others were shouting “Thank God” and falling to their knees and worshiping the Lord, right there in the streets.
Suddenly, the planes released their payload of bombs… it was spiritual napalm. Within minutes entire churches, streets and even cities were ablaze with the fire of God. The fire was all-consuming, it burned through the iron chains and the bronze doors that were keeping the people in captivity. There was great celebration in the street, singing and dancing and rejoicing. But it soon became clear what the main purpose of the fire was: to ignite the hearts of those who were called to be a part of the coming army, for the harvest at the end of the age.
The people were set ablaze with the contagious fire of the glory of God, and everywhere they went they set others on fire. Soon the entire country was ablaze.
What struck me most about this was that this was a sovereign move of God. It was not as if we’d been asking for it or even particularly looking for it. It was just that it was time, at last. The other thing that struck me was the suddenness. Just as the bombing of Pearl Harbour had been a total surprise, so this was a total surprise. A good surprise, mind you.
Finally you could here the sound of the thundering of hooves. It was the Lord of Hosts himself, arriving with the army of God. He was here to commission each and every one of those whose hearts were burning with the flame of God, and He took the time to personally minister to each one. No one was less or more important. Everyone had a place. Everyone was personally anointed with oil by the Lord himself. Those who had prayed and longed for the coming revival were given badges of honor. Those who had scars from waiting and believing for so long, and from rejection and the disappointment were healed, and the scars became medals.
The Lord looked at me and said: “Arise, shine for your light has come. Lift up your heads, be lifted up, O ancient doors, that the King of Glory may come in.”
I realized that this was the Day when the sun of righteousness had arisen with healing in it’s wings, and those who revered the Name of the Lord were released like calves released from their stall. The Army had arisen!
