Stop Taking the Temperature

We know that our world has reached the boiling point, so what now?

Between social unrest and a global pandemic all over the world, we have chickens running around with their heads cut off. No direction, disoriented and confused.

Due to the whirlwinds shifting so many times in 2020, this is beyond what anybody could have predicted on New Year’s Eve.

Let me encourage with this: I am not the one who will be able to tell where to go, but I can tell you where to turn: down.

A few thousand years ago, the world looked almost as it does now, frightened and chaotic, with world governments failing them. With nowhere to turn, they kept looking to the right and to the left, putting their hope in things just to quickly be disappointed.

There was a famine in the land, so great and large it was hard for people to be able to see past that, and all they wanted to do was rest in answers that they only see of this world.

Faith was pushed, and few would stand, and in this instance one man instead of being a thermometer of cold atmosphere, desolate of faith, he became the thermostat that would bow down, bring clouds, and an abundance of rain.

This world does not need any more thermometers that are just sitting around, waiting to be blown up, but rather we need a shift. We need people who are willing to sit in the temperature of this world, and through faith, create a new revival of rain, change the temperature and create the miraculous.

To create revival we can’t look at everything the world is lacking, and get lost in the chaos, but rather by looking up to heaven and having our hope in God, we can change the temperature and create a revival.

All for the glory of God.

“‘Go and look toward the sea,’ he told his servant. And he went up and looked. ‘There is nothing there,’ he said. Seven times Elijah said, ‘Go back.’ The seventh time the servant reported, ‘A cloud as small as a man’s hand is rising from the sea. So Elijah said, ‘Go and tell Ahab, Hitch up your chariot and go down before the rain stops you.’ Meanwhile, the sky grew black with clouds, the wind rose, a heavy rain started falling and Ahab rode off to Jezreel.’’ (1 King 18:43–45, NIV).