Mississippi Mercy

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Day 12

Lake Itasca continued:

We did many more prophetic acts but right after we had struck the water with our staffs, breaking the union between jezebel and leviathan. I didn’t know where we should go from there, and then Billy Joe Young an Apostolic Father from the state of Mississippi, “The Fathering State” and here we are at the headwaters of the Mississippi The Father of Waters” said to me, “We need to put our feet in the water.”

An African American lady had shared a vision with us when we were in Minneapolis, she said she saw the Lord Jesus being enthroned at the headwaters, and she saw children playing in the water, and then in cities downstream she saw multitudes of business people coming out of buildings and being baptized in the Mississippi.

When we put our feet in the water, we all started playing like children. The next thing I knew I saw my son standing on the other side of the river, I bid him to come stand by me. Then the Lord told me to walk him across the river representing us helping the next generation to cross over.

As we walked across the river I began to sing, “Come on and walk on the water with me, you will not fail, My God won’t let you fail. He has been faithful to me, He will be faithful to you.” Before we got to the shore my good friends Kingsley Walker and Stan Pratt were there to help us over, everyone was weeping.

I got busy for a few moments when I heard this great “ROAR” of celebration behind me I turned to look at what the commotion was about and my son had jumped in the river and swam to the other side. Although it wasn’t hardly deep enough to swim in he wanted to be able to say, he has swam the Mississippi River.

It was much more than that, we had helped him across and now he had found courage in front of a hundred people he didn’t know to jump in the river and swim to the other side, and now some of his DNA was joining the Red Bowls in floating downstream. It was glorious!

Meeting 31 - 7:00 PM, Bemidji, Minnesota

After the meeting at Lake Itasca we were wondering what would the evening bring? How could anything compare to what we had just experienced? But the Lord wasn’t finished yet.

A wonderful group called Fire Starters were leading worship outside at a Ski Lodge, there were probably a hundred or so people at the gathering.

Forerunners are a miss understood lot, because they are usually ahead of the curve and so they do some things it takes most folks awhile to catch up to, I am one of those. But for years now I have worked with intercessors and I have come to find out that there are forerunners to forerunners, I mean these folks travel way out front, sometimes you think they aren’t listening to the same drummer.

You know I believe that it is a timing issue; I think they hear accurately but just don’t know when or how to release what they’ve received. A friend of mine likens them to Babe Ruth, when his timing was right Babe hit home runs, but when his timing was off, Babe struck out a lot.

Anyway we had one of those traveling with us on this journey. The Lord spoke to my heart and said, you’re crying for mercy, I have sent you someone to make sure you give some. But my forerunner of forerunners, wasn’t off this night, he hit a homerun!

We looked and he had climbed to the top of the mountain (mind you it’s a Minnesota mountain, not like the Rockies are nothin’ but still a feat to get there) he set huge flags all across the top of the mountain blowing in the wind, it was glorious and somehow changed the atmosphere of the whole evening. I got lost in worship again, then a friend nudged me, I looked and half way up the mountain was another of our team members, we call him Mighty Myron of Marion.

Now Myron is not in shape to climb no mountain, but there he was taking about three steps and resting then taking a few more. Then a few minutes later I looked and my son Isaac had his arm around Myron helping him up the mountain. I hadn’t seen it until just now, I had helped that generation across at the last stop and now they were helping us up at this one.

The same thing had really played out that whole evening at first there was a gap between those leading us in worship and the worshippers but before the evening was over we had bridged the gap.

At some point we began to move into releasing the Awakening wind over the heart of America. We called a Native American brother forth and ask him to release the wind. We began to sing let the wind blow, let the fire fall, let the glory come down behind him. It just kept intensifying and he began to release a “War Cry” and we began to release a War Cry with him, and we began to dance and…do you get the drift? It was glorious!!!!