12.08.18 Your foes have roared in the midst of your meeting place; they set up their own signs for signs. They were like those who swing axes in a forest of trees. And all its carved wood they broke down with hatchets and hammers. They set your sanctuary on fire; they profaned the dwelling place of your name, bringing it down to the ground. They said to themselves, “We will utterly subdue them”; they burned all the meeting places of God in the land. Have regard for the covenant, for the dark places of the land, are full of the habitations of violence. Let not the downtrodden turn back in shame; let the poor and needy praise your name. Psalm74:1-8; 20-21
I have said you could dance. I taught you to dance. How come you don't dance? I have taught you how to step on the enemies head. I have given you the power and authority to trample your enemies under your feet. You are gifted. well trained but not inspired. Your inspiration comes from men now, not My Spirit. You used to dance because you loved Me. Now you are called to ministry. It's a job. Ministry is a job a way to make a living. When did you start dancing for people for a living?
The enemy has run rampant in My house. He has been let loose. He prowls about seeking whom he can devour. My leaders dance around in their own glory, Entertaining their own shadows while eating their own press. Men creating images of themselves then devouring them. Only to vomit it all back up to do it again. There is no satisfaction with this lust. It feeds on itself.
Many are the innocent who come looking for sanctuary. Many are troubled who come from the world. They seek safety and shelter from the storms. They come seeking Me the answer, the solution to their problems. What they find is a house in total disrepair. They see people sitting in odd places in small groups. Cliques who cluck and who clack but otherwise offer nothing to those who are not like them. Ministers wander stages of broken down altars looking for bread and some more wine. They have long ago forgotten about the sacrifice to God they look for these morsels to consume upon themselves. Everyone is unaware the enemy has destroyed the house, the house of God is in shambles.
Yet, in the corner, in their midst one will come out silently and begin to dance. There will be no music, no fanfare. There will be no guitars there will be no drums. No cymbal or tambourines. No earthly music will be heard, not a sound. But heaven and earth will be shaken by this one. In the silence does this one dwell. With eyes closed, brazen without fear My dancer will come. Stepping on heads of giants.
They will look, they will peer they will say, this is nothing pay no attention to this one. They have no fancy garments, they come with no crowd. There are no minstrels. Do not look, do not pay attention to this one. This one is nothing.
I say they are wrong, all of them. Do not listen, do not turn away. I say look upon this one. This one is sent by Me. This one dances for Me and not only that they dance with Me. Restoration is coming unto My house. Did you think the end is the ruin? I am a much bigger God than that. I will take the foolish things of this world and confound the wise. Far too many of My musicians, far too many of My dancers have become wise in their own sight. in your own eyes. You know what you know, you see what you want to see and you have become deaf and blind in the midst of all this beauty. I am the beauty in creation, it is not you. You have made it about you.
Watch for My dancer to come...
When the arts stem from the heart of God, the limitations of creativity are no longer an issue. People will continue to be limited and bound by their natural senses in the arena of music, art and entertainment until they tap into the very heart of God. Every aspect of art needs to flow from Him in order to minister to others. Otherwise, it is just a magnified image of self. Don't do that... Prophet Tom