I heard the Lord say, “Come into my garden.” I looked and saw a yellow-orange glow pouring out from between iron gate leaves. It looked a little like flames. Stepping through the gate, I was approached by a stick-figure god. He was just a drawing in black ink, and I could see right through him, literally – I could see the flames in the background right through his body. This god kept trying to give me something but failed, over and over.
Then I saw THE WALL on my left. I immediately thought of the wailing wall. There was a traditionally dressed Jewish man in front of THE WALL, bowing and rising, again and again as he prayed. I realized that this man went to THE WALL over and over many times a day to pray, verbalizing his requests to God.
I looked at THE WALL again, but now it was on my right. Focusing in on it, I saw the prayers of the saints – little pieces of paper stuck between the rocks. Suddenly Kim Clement was there! He was speaking and gesturing to me, but I couldn’t hear him. I could only see his lips move and hand gestures. He wasn’t looking directly at me, it was almost as if he was talking to someone else; yet, I knew he was talking to me. I got a sense that he was telling me how incredible and unbelievable it was that I haven’t walked into my destiny yet…that I haven’t yet walked into my full inheritance.
I caught a quick vision of a park bench somewhere in the garden, tucked away, hidden in the secret place. That was when Kim grabbed me by my wrist and started to lead me – no, almost DRAG me – by the arm. His steps were so long that I semi-ran behind him as he strode purposefully further and further into the garden. THE WALL flew by for what seemed to be miles, but I could still clearly see the rocks with the prayers stuck between them.
Meanwhile, the vision of the park bench was ever playing out in front of me, even as it appeared that he was dragging me toward it. I could see it in the vision, yet it was like a split screen – on one side was the bench, the other was him dragging me alongside THE WALL. Even so, somehow, it was still one vision.
As he dragged me and I semi-ran behind him, I asked-thought, “God, why Kim Clement? Why him?”
The Lord reminded me of something He had told me the morning I found out that Kim had gone home to be with the Lord. He had told me that unlike most mantles, that Kim Clement’s mantle had been exploded, landing on many. That is why there are so many prophets now: even though many did not pick up their piece of his mantle, many did. This made prophets into strong prophets, and strong prophets even stronger.
The whole time the Lord spoke, the whole time I walked-ran behind Kim Clement, I could still see a vision of the park bench ever in front of me.
Suddenly I realized the Lord had come to me as Kim Clement! I said so, and He turned to look at me over his shoulder. Dragging me, even as I semi-ran behind him, He said, “Now you’re talking! Now you’re getting it!”
After what seemed like miles, the film reel slowed down, like a roulette wheel slowly coming to a stop. We stood in front of a particular spot in THE WALL. He again reminded me of the mantle falling on many, and that one of them was me. Kim Clement pointed to THE WALL with his free hand, while still holding onto my wrist, turned to me and said, “It’s your time!”
I say this to all of you now – It’s YOUR TIME! Whatever your mantle, walk – no RUN – to your particular spot in THE WALL. Get your sword in one hand and your building utensil in the other. Get busy building the Kingdom!
The Lord is dragging us behind Him, forcing us to move more quickly in this accelerated time as He purposefully positions us. He has chosen a particular spot in THE WALL for each of us in this hour. He has given each of us a unique assignment, along with unique gifts and talents to fulfill it. We are the living stones (see 1 Peter 2:5), fulfilling our part of God’s grand blueprint, positioned exactly where He wants us. Prayer holds it all together, stuck like mortar between us.
The Lord will take each of us by the hand to make sure we do our part to build a wall of hope, a wall of faith, a wall of exhortation, a wall of salvation for the greatest harvest in history! We must answer their prayers with prayer. We must help others build their particular spot in THE WALL. We must teach them to fight with their sword in one hand while ministering and building with the other, just as in Nehemiah’s time. “Those who built the wall and those who bore burdens loaded themselves so that everyone worked with one hand and held a weapon with the other hand,” (Nehemiah 4:17 AMPC).
The Park Bench – the time to Park it in eternity, to rest – is ever there before us, ever waiting for us; however, Now is the time to work and build THE WALL. Rest will come, when the work is done.
Blessings in this harvest season!
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