The Father Says Today: December 17th, 2023

The Father says today, I am on the move, in the earth, and your life, says God, stirring the nations like dust before a whirlwind, breaking their chains, idols, and flimsy borders of pride. Have you forgotten, My apostles, My sent ones, that I am the God of translocation? I walk unseen through walls, teleport My prophets across continents, and speak from burning bushes. Do you need visas for My kingdom? Passports stamped by earthly bureaucrats? Nay, I say, for your luggage is packed with fire, your passport My burning hand upon your brow! France, oh France, draped in your finery and doubt, your streets paved with skepticism, I come to disrupt your slumber. My glory will blaze down your avenues, igniting hearts long cold, sparking fires of repentance in hidden cathedrals. Your croissants will turn to manna, your champagne to holy wine, as you taste the freedom of My Spirit. London, oh London, shrouded in fog and cynicism, your towers reaching for heavens you no longer believe in, I come to pierce your veil of disbelief. My light will break through your Big Ben, casting shadows of redemption across your bridges, whispering secrets of salvation in the wind that whistles through your Tube. Your double-decker buses will carry whispers of miracles, your black cabs ferrying souls toward the banquet of My love.

The whispers shall turn to roars in lands cloaked in darkness, where fear sits heavy on every heart. Syria, Iraq, Iran, my gaze pierces your deserts, your battlefields, your shattered streets. I see not enemies, but My beloved, lost sheep yearning for the Shepherd’s touch. My glory will paint the sand dunes with rainbows, my voice boom from minarets, my presence break the shackles of hate and despair. Oh, I am sending deliverers, not soldiers! Apostles of love, armed with tongues of fire and eyes shining with compassion. They will walk these lands, not with visas and permits, but with wings of the Spirit, speaking languages known only to hearts starved for hope. They will show you My glory, not through pronouncements but through acts of healing, whispers of forgiveness, and tears of shared joy. And you, My people, scattered like seeds upon the wind, hear My call! The shackles are falling, the prison doors creaking open. Rise from your tombs of doubt, shake off the dust of despair, and stand tall! Strap on your sandals of purpose, grasp your staff of faith, for the time is now! The ram’s horn blares, heralding your exodus, not to Egypt, but to Eden restored. The temples of man crumble, paving the way for My glory to build sanctuaries of love in every heart. Go forth, My apostles, My deliverers, My people! Be the earthquake that shakes foundations, the flood that washes away dams, the fire that melts the chains of fear. Let the world see your passports stamped with heaven’s seal, your tickets bought with the blood of the Lamb. Go forth, and declare My glory! The earth awaits, hungry for the light you carry. Amen!