Revival Blog

SPIRIT GUSHING - Pastor Jan Baker
August 2009

I think possibly, just maybe I know your heart some now. We’ve walked together many years, so I trust that surely I must know You in some way. I want to say that I understand Your love, and I burn with Your passion. Sometimes I am so in tune with You and then other times there seems to be a great distance. I can honestly without reservation say…every time; I am the one who moves, actually, I stray.

Why are You always there when I turn back to see and what is this spirit I hear crying wi thin me?

No matter what, I always hear Your voice…..there’s always a dream, forever destiny. It is like a thread that has tethered You to me. I cannot get away from You, nor do I ever desire to. My heart is drawn, it will not be silenced. I yearn, I cry out, I long….and then without warning, without self ability……. it is as if my heart leaves me and soars some place with You. I can feel You, I can hear You, and how I do not know, but I can touch You.

Passion presses me to run toward and love gathers me to You.
“Please Let Me Do that for YOU” is the love song resounding in my being.
“Teach Me How….” is my heart impassioned prayer.
“Make Me Whatever You Want Me To Be” is my inmost intimate dream.

Do I even know You at all? Maybe I do not…..but I think I know Your heart just enough….and this I will shout to the heavens…and may earth halt in reverence to hear the anthem….

Daddy, You would never say what is not true.
Daddy, You would never promise what You could not do.
Daddy, You would never show me, when You already knew…
That I could never have that from You.

So while You ride on the clouds, heaven and earth at Your command
Days of old, days all new are held in the expanse of Your hand.
Revealed by generations past what You would do
Daddy! Can you hear “this”=2 0daughter?
I crave all of this poured out from YOU.

Daddy! Can You hear me?
Daddy! Are You listening?
Daddy! Hear me crying out?
Please put Your hand right here on my heart,
Do You feel it beating in sync with You?

Daddy, Your spirit is gushing from me;
Daddy! Do You hear me?
You’ve always taught me in truth

Now I know, I know Daddy, I cannot be denied by YOU!

 

READY? YES READY! - Pastor Jan Baker
July 2009

I spent time with a small group of revivalists tonight. This may possibly be an insignificant group to some, but time with them did my heart good. Passion that lives deep within me was stirred once again; passion for revival. I don’t know when this passion began, I only know it has been part of my very being from early childhood.

During our fire sparked fellowship an up start revivalist shared about an old time revivalist who is my soul’s favorite. As she shared she brought again to the forefront of my mind the label attributed to this great woman revivalist the “Grandmother of Pentecost.” These words stirred my emotions as in times past and tears began to fill my eyes. In my mind a vivid picture of Maria Woodworth-Etter stood to attention as I listened, and I silently questioned if I could ever possess what it would take to be called the “Great Grand Daughter of Pentecost.” Oh to follow in Mother Etter’s steps. I think I kind of understand what it must have cost her to carry such a label. The term Pentecost has never frightened me, nor do I count it a stigma in church society. Rather the very term recalls to mind the days of powerful manifestations and demonstrations of the Holy Spirit, unexplainable supernatural acts of God that are rare these days.

What I would give for just one day in a meeting such as hers. I long for this, my heart beats with desire, my soul yearns for such…..why am I alive?...to see revival revived! How can I as she get God to people and people to God? How will I pull heaven to earth? My heart is ablaze with flames of revival8 0.how shall it come? When Lord? When?!

My agony is for nothing else. There is nothing that intrigues me, or holds me captivated like this. My inmost, desperate dream, my desire is to bring to a city, to a people, my God with His dunamis power. Not somewhere else, not someone else. In my lifetime; through me!

“Please God! My Father! Don’t let me be listed among those who believed but did not receive the promise.” “This kind of revival, LET ME FEEL, LET ME SEE, Please God, please, give it to me!”

I have often told my family when I leave to go preach, “If revival breaks out, I won’t be coming home!” I believe they understand and know this craving within me. Nothing else will ever satisfy. I can say with all that is in me as much as I understand, I would give or lose anything, pay any price to have this kind of outpouring, to have God like this. Then again, what would I give?.... all He needs is ME!

Let tears stream like a river from my eyes,
Erupt from within deep agonizing intercessional cries
Till heaven is compelled to kiss the earth,
Till God comes and gives revival’s birth!

Stay on me God, set my heart ablaze
Stoke Your fire, my eyes aflame,
Insatiable passion won’t be denied
One thing alone will satisfy

SOUL SEARCHING REVIVAL! SOUL RESCUING REVIVAL!
SOUL TRANSFORMING REVIVAL!
Till they come forth brightly converted!