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Wait For It

Acts 18:10 KJV For I am with thee, and no man shall set on thee to hurt thee: for I have much people in this city. Over five years ago, while traveling up route 88 from Binghamton NY, to Saratoga Springs NY, a cry arose from my spirit. “Do I have any people in this city.” I had not yet reached Albany. Al

most immediately my CD player began to play, I Know My Redeemer Lives by Nicole C Mullin. As she sang it resonated in my spirit. I felt to play that on repeat for the next number of miles until I arrived at my destination. During all that time, my soul cried out in intercession for Albany NY. Yet God did not begin to answer that prayer until this past May. I am sure He was preparing the answer, but there was no manifestation of it until then.

In May, I contacted a brother the Lord spoke to me to look up. We had developed a good friendship, but, did not communicate often. We went to eat together and spoke of what God was doing in his life. As we shared, I felt God say it was time for him to have his own. We discussed what that might look like and then just left it.

Out of that has grown a lovely home fellowship in which this man has become the overseeing ministry. We don’t use the word “pastor” because it is not in any sense the traditional sense of the word. God is redefining that word and taking us back to His original intention for it, but that is not established enough to be used at this time. Therefore, the brother is the senior ministry of the group.

We visited them this weekend and had such a blessed time in the Spirit as He flowed among them. The time in His presence was rich, fruitful, and uplifting.

As I pondered the weekend on Sunday, the Lord reminded me of the cry of my heart on that trip, when the song so ministered to my spirit and I interceded for Albany NY. Then He spoke, the passage from the Book of Acts, that headlines this writing, into my spirit, as the answer to that prayer he had not responded to all those years before.

Habakkuk 2:3 KJV For the vision is yet for an appointed time, but at the end it shall speak, and not lie: though it tarry, wait for it; because it will surely come, it will not tarry.

My heart is full. -- Dr. Wm. J. Hurst