A Holy Ruckus

Night falls and the red lights turn on.

The sun fades, and the façade that is almost convincing wanes with the daylight; the ease and charm we saw there only hours ago has is revealed to be a farce that almost conceals the filth that lurks within the streets. The city had turned from a cheerful beachfront, to streets teaming with the chaos of oppression and the beasts of lust. The air around me churns as hoards of hellish henchmen hoot and holler, calling out to the carnal heart of man and spitting lies into the depths of young women.

 

My fists clench at my sides, my whole body stiffens in a fire of rage as I take in the work of the brutal hand of the enemy. I struggle to see beyond the wickedness in the men and the acts of their bodies, I strive to see into them deeper, to where my King sees. I try to understand that these men are just as loved by God as the women who they invade. The reminder that we do not fight against flesh and blood, but against the powers of evil in heavenly places resounds in my spirit.

 

This is a battleground.

 

The armies of Satan seem to have claimed this strip of land, they themselves believe they have authority over it. They too have been deceived by lies, because this land was claimed by God before man ever set foot on it. His banner over it is still love, His victory in this fight is still supreme.

 

I hear the sounds of swords being drawn as our first footsteps land onto the streets, and for a moment the air around us quivers. As our spirits cry out, as we claim that His power is in us, as we open our mouths to call down His armies, His angels, His presence comes down and in unison is power radiates out of us. Suddenly, that dark lit street teeming with music and voices becomes trapped between two walls of light. The forces that work there tremble and shake, their eyes gape in fear, their power seeps out of them, the dominion they once had turns into a frantic scurry to find shelter from the Lord of Heavens Armies. There is, however, no shelter for these enemies of the Most High, for our God is a God of glorious and righteous fury. He is a God that claims justice for His oppressed children. I know Him as the God of Moses and Isaiah, who did marvelous things to emancipate His beloved from the grasps of death, the same God who emblazoned the faithful with His authority. We walk into Thailand with that same God at our side.

 

There is going to be a holy ruckus.

There is going to be a mighty shower of God’s justice on the spiritual strongholds of this country.

There is going to be a flood of hope and liberty where there was once a parched land of despair and slavery.

There is going to be honor where there was once abuse.

There is going to be an outpouring of joy that beings with our rallying call,

and our battle cry is freedom.