The Lord revealed the following vision during prayer....I was in a forest of type...a small clearing with a "campfire" set...The wood neatly arranged in the campfire....The stove pot of stew hanging above it - full of vegetables and meat - ready to feed any hungry camper or passerby....Then I saw people...wandering...aimless....starving....eyes sunken and glazed....approaching the kettle hanging above the collection of wood....nearly tripping over it. ~But no one saw the food...They wandered in oblivion to what they had just passed....I wanted to shout out..."HEY! IT'S OVER HERE! YOU JUST MISSED IT!!!".....My heart sunk and ached deep within....The hungry continued to wander about...still starving...still aimless.
....LORD! Why didn't these people see the food which was so readily available? What happened????...."My Child, did you see the wood? It was unlit, so there was no fire. The wood just sat there....There was no fire....Without fire, the wood will not heat the dinner which awaits...without fire, no heat, no cooking....and NO AROMA....There is no aroma, because the fire has gone out of My Church in America. Wood sits ready in her pews...but there is no fire."
I will close with the following excerpt quoted from Leonard Ravenhill's sermon, "Are We Willing to Drink His Cup?", 10/25/85 and can be accessed in full at: http://www.ravenhill.org/drinkcup.htm
"One night," she said, "I went to Brussels. I went to a large mansion loaded with antiques and costly things. It was beautiful. It was owned by a Christian. I noticed a sweet girl there, at about 9 o’clock each morning she would come out of the servant’s quarters radiant.
Kindle a fire of Your love afresh in me this morning! Kindle a fire of Your devotion in me!
Here’s this precious little girl talking to one of the most powerful women in the world. A women who, at 21 years of age, went to Paris and turned the city upside-down preaching to all the prostitutes. The queen of the underworld was there. Men came from the Sorbone, the greatest intellectuals with their long beards and their pipes, and listened to her.
And yet the Marechale said that young lady taught me more than most sermons I’d ever heard.
She had to light the fire, get bellows, blow the things up and try to get them going. She said, "At every fire place, I never missed one morning saying, ‘Lord as I’m kindling this fire, kindle Your fire in me.’" The fire of love for Your will. The fire of love. The fire of joy. The fire of peace. The fire of compassion.
If this fire came back to the Church, we’d turn America upside-down in six months.
Ours is all theology. We get a starving man and give him a cookbook. Does it help him? He looks in the cookbook and sees there a dish with potatoes, beef, etc. What do you do? You tantalize him! You say, "Oh, I hope one day you can come to our place We’re going to have this dish, this beef, this turkey, and something else." And yet the poor man is ravenously hungry! We give him a picture, but we don’t give him the goods! At the average church on Sunday morning, they give you the menu, but they never give you the meal. They give an outline of theology: ‘This is our precious doctrine." So, most people will be reciting doctrine in Hell."