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Scott Hofstee
"The One"
The Lord says this day, I come for the
one. The one that has strayed from the flock.
The one that has been passed by in the alley. The one without a home to live. The
one without money to give. I come for the one rejected by the pharisees of this day. I come for the one that
governments turn away. I come for the ones that no one will dare to
touch. I come for the ones that will need too much. Too much of your time, too much of your money, too much of
yourself. I speak to the church of this hour and say that I, the
Good Shepherd have come to gather the ones. The ones
that you have dismissed and despised. You have patted them on the
back and told them to go in peace but they have left from you with out food to
eat and clothes to wear. I come to free the ones in prisons both in the
physical and spiritual. The ones held captive to sins and bondages.
The ones held captive to emotions that have been beyond their control. I
the Lord have looked upon these precious sheep and
have appointed the day of resurrection and that day is here. I AM coming
to release these ones, that I have chosen to use in
this hour. This hour of the establishment of my
kingdom. Those of lowly estate. Those of questionable upbringing. Those raised on the
wrong side of the track. My church, for the most part, has ignored these
jewels. They have reserved special ministries to deal with these
ones. But I have been forming them through their circumstances, through
their darkness, through their bondages. They will know My
voice when I say, "Come forth!" For the foolish will now
confound the wise. The weak will overcome the strong. The meek
shall inherit the earth and the humble will cast down the proud. Many
will not recognize My army at first because they will
not be those whom the learned ones would choose. But My
criteria for service is different, My criteria is death. And these ones
have frequented the halls of hell, they have known the
bottomless pit. And they will know the way out of it in this hour
for I will take them captive for My kingdom, I will
destroy the works of My enemy from off them and resurrect them before your
eyes. I will defy the definitions of the religious ones. And
establish My leadership amongst the ones they thought
not. Prepare My people for what I AM about
to do. Prepare your hearts to receive these ones, for they are
mine. They have been chosen to forward the kingdom like only one who
knew the enemy could. I have used them as spies and they will recognize
the works of the enemy like no one has before. I will give them the sword
of revenge on My enemies and all will see that
I the Lord, am indeed a mighty warrior. My plan is about to unfold
beloved ones. Only the wise will hear in this hour and fill their lamps,
the foolish will be caught off guard and miss what I AM doing. I
speak to those with ears to hear, listen to what the Spirit would say, for I AM about to do things that will force you to know My
voice in a way that you have not known before. Remember, My sheep know My voice beloved ones. Know My voice in this hour by putting your ear near to My mouth,
I will speak the way you should go, I will give you the means to do so.
If you come unto Me in this hour. Come this
day. For I come, I come for the one.
The following is something I believe the Lord
birthed in me this evening. I have been through a week where the Lord has
been purging me. Turning me upside down and ripping open my soul.
Exposing things in me that I have not wanted to see and all the while bringing
me into a deeper relationship with him. I believe the following to be
given by the Spirit of God. You may interpret as you wish. I will
leave that to each of you. I can only say this to each of you, prepare
yourselves, to see yourselves, as you are. For our God is an
all-consuming fire. And nothing will escape that fire.
As I look into the abyss of my own soul, I see
the depravity of myself. I see the vanity and suppose I may never
encounter the light that our Lord is. Even so I press forward, not
knowing where else I might go. Knowing full well, that to go back, to
where I have been, is a death of another kind. A slow
painful death. Having my dignity stripped of me as I eat at the
waste places of the dragon and all the time being somehow thankful for the food
that I have received, because I have been told that there is nothing
else. Believing the lie, that this is where all food comes from. From the royalty of the harlot. The
self-appointed guides to spiritual enlightenment, who dole out nourishment that
won't feed a person enough to cause them to be strengthened.
Instead, it causes me to yearn for more. I could never be satisfied with
the vomit from the table of the dragon. Knowing all the
time, in my soul, that I am dying but not knowing how to stop the death.
Only knowing that my Savior loves me and holding onto that fact with the little
strength that I have. What else can I do? No! I must look
into the faces of those men, in the abyss, that I am. The murderer, the
thief, the evil men that I am, and somehow embrace the fact that this is who I
am and only because of what my Master has done for me, do I have any hope of
finding my way out of this place in my being. And yet, I am somehow
liberated by the fact that I can do nothing on my own, by my own hand, to save
myself. He must do it. He must save me from the abyss,
that is in my soul. I attempt to crawl out and fall back in.
And when I have tried it so many times that I can no longer try, He comes and
lifts me up, out of the pit and holds me there, only to begin to face
another obstacle together. Will I trust Him to help me or will I put My hand to it again? I do not know anymore.
My "self" dies hard. Never wanting to be
still long enough, on the altar of death, to be thrust through the heart.
Always twitching and flinching, only delaying the inevitability of certain
death. I pray this time, I will not move and it will be over quickly but
suddenly I feel a dull pain in my heart. At first, I grab at it,
somehow, trying to control it but I soon realize, I cannot. It is soon
followed by a heat, a warmth, it follows the pain and
binds it up as a balm. How could I have thought that my Lord would
have done anything that was not for my good? How could I have thought
that He has not able to kill me with mercy and compassion.
I feel the life slipping from me and yet I feel His life, filling me, shortly
thereafter. Always on the heels of the pain of the dagger that is being
put into my heart. My Master loves me and I know
that I do not really love Him. At least not yet, not as
He loves. Because I am not willing to kill
anything that I love, because it would cause me pain. But He loves
me enough to allow me to die before His very eyes. He watches every
painful second of the death enveloping me and when death has finished its work,
it is then, it is in that split second, that He brings
life. He brings resurrection, He brings wholeness. What a
paradox! What a mystery! Life from death! It is here beloved
of the Most High. Embrace it. Let it envelope you. And as it
does, know that "The Life" follows. The resurrection Life!
