On the way to New Zealand in the wee hours of the morning, I heard the Holy Spirit say one word: “revolution.” I pondered this. I meditated on it for some time.
Rather than presuming this was a word for the nation, I looked inward. Was the Holy Spirit planning a spiritual revolution in my heart, my life, my ministry? Or was it for the nation? The answer to all those questions was “yes.”
I forgot all about the word when I entered into Wellington, New Zealand. I was blindsided with witchcraft. We…
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