Bless you all at Catch the Fire Ministries.

This vision was given to me several years before the drought was declared as the worst in our history.  The Holy Spirit has revisited it in my worship time these past two weeks and I have a burden to release it to the prayer warriors and to the church in general as a call to each one in the body of Christ.

I humbly submit it to you.

Some 4 years ago, the Holy Spirit gave me an open vision for this nation of ours.  I saw a mountain range, parched and dry with little vegetation on it.  The sky above it was red, angry and patchy as the heat of the day impacted the land.  There were deep cuts in a bleeding land in the land and dryness. 

A white quill began to scribe across the dry land.  It was not writing on top of the land but imparting across the nation as an engraving into the land.  It was a destiny for her – “If MY PEOPLE who are called by MY NAME….. will HUMBLE        themselves and PRAY………”.

A small almost unnoticeable trickle of water began to make its way down the mountain but it dried up almost immediately and made no real effect.  Again the quill began to scroll across the valley, leaving deep marks in the earth that could not be erased.  It was prophesying over the land, “If MY people, who are called by MY NAME, will HUMBLE themselves and PRAY…….and REPENT……”

The trickle of water then began to flow again and this time it reached the dry valley below but as it disappeared with the intense heat the deep cuts in the bleeding land were unmarked.  The small trickle quickly evaporated and some was quickly absorbed into the dry land as it was so hard and barren.

Again the white quill began to scribe, “………and  REPENT   …….and  CRY OUT…….”  Now with fervency the quill moved from left to right and the water began to flow a little quicker and increased its volume, flowing onto the land.  Slowly it formed a muddy red slush over the land.  All the time the white quill remained brilliantly white and increased its scribing into the land.  And slowly the deep cuts in the earth began to absorb the water till a small think lake began to form over the land.  Into this, the white quill continued to scribe, “……………I will HEAR from heaven, and I will FORGIVE……..”

The flow of water was constant now, flowing down the mountain and making the lake deeper.  The white quill scrolled across the land and through the water even though the redness of the earth could no longer be seen, the words engraved into the land could be clearly seen and were never washed away or covered up.  A destiny was being scribed into our nation by the prayer intensity.

As the lake continually filled and the quill scribed continuously, the sky began to reflect less angry red heat and soft blue skies and white clouds were forming. 

The Holy Spirit took me to the left of this scene where tall city buildings arose.  I was taken inside to an office in one of the buildings.  A young woman was working at her computer and she was very busy and very preoccupied. 

I was shown her monitor as the words she typed changed into a series of dots and dashes.  They made no sense so I asked the Lord was it was.  He told me it was Braille.  He said, “These people are both deaf and dumb and I am going to speak to them.”

The young woman stopped her busyness and was watching the dots and dashes fill the monitor without her typing.  She wept, left her workstation and made her way down the stairs to the outside of the building.  Other office workers did the same until a stream of these people left their offices, crossed the road to the land outside and walked out of the congestion to the greener area.

The quill continued to scribe, “……….CRY OUT………….REPENT…………..I WILL HEAR………..”

Some of the people were weeping, others held hands and laughed but all made their way to the greener pastures and the grey and windy sky before them.  It was raining, heavy rain and it rained down the mountains and over the land.  But the people still came, many with the wind blowing their hair across their faces.  The lake before me was filled with water, overflowing and the wind formed waves across the lake.  I saw whirlwinds covering various parts of the land. 

At a given moment when the rain was falling, the waves on the lake were wild, the sky was sounding out thunder and flashing lightning, the quill in its fervency scribed these words, “If MY people, who are called by MY name, will HUMBLE themselves and PRAY.   If they will CRY OUT and REPENT, I will HEAR FROM HEAVEN and I will FORGIVE…………..”

There was a separation in the sky, a dividing between the torrent weather and the land, when the people all looked up at once and the silence roared. And the quill engraved across the land, “………………..and I will HEAL AUSTRALIA.”

And this I know.   This was a destiny for my Australia.  It begins with PRYAER.  There is a fervent call to CRY OUT and REPENT       so that the prayer will endure in the spirit and flow across the land.  This passion for sustained prayer can only come out of a passionate and intimate relationship with Jesus Christ and powered by His Spirit. 

And this I know.

He promised a moment in the spirit, a culmination of the elements across this nation that will bring intense drought, which we have seen.  It will be partnered with flooding, which we have seen and wild whirlwinds which are coming and a change of seasons so unable to be defined as we have known weather in this nation.  It will be summer in one state with intense heat and winter in the next with the release of much rain and wild winds.  One will stand against the other as a confusion of time and space. 

But as the body of Christ prays, cries out and repents, He promises He would HEAR FROM HEAVEN.

He promised He would speak to the people locked into the workplace and overwhelmed by its demands with no time or life with their families or to discover Him.

He promised He would use the internet and the computer system to speak to a people who cannot hear and cannot speak.

Pray like you’ve never prayed. 

Picture your family, your friends, your work mates and fellow Australians in hell.  Our nation has just seen our fellow Australians suffer in the Victorian fires.  All Australians have watched the unpredictability of that fire, of heat and torture, of death and pain and suffering and without time to act effectively.  It lasted only for a weekend but the outcome was separated grieving families, dying friends, lost homes and the claim of arsonists.  It cost us all, for we are all Australians. 

Now consider a greater level of fire so unpredictable in its relentless pursuit of human flesh.  Think of the rage of that fire that consumes people – your people.  Consider for one moment the intense heat and never ending torture, of death where no life exists but only death.  Stop for a moment and think about worms that have no end in their pursuit of human flesh and unlimited suffering.  Consider that this wickedness is not for a weekend but for eternity without any escape.  No one can give to this restoration, no charity will rise up to help, no church can come with hearts to minister no amount of moneys given can make a shred of difference to this fiery circumstance.  Consider time never ending and suffering so indescribable that the suffering humans nash teeth through limitless suffering. 

Now consider these trapped people looking across a divide to where you are, immersed in love that knows no bounds, immeasurable joy and relationship. No sickness as this place oozes will life.  And that life is abundant, overflowing and brings fullness to the people that live in it.   Think of their torture to look across this divide to a God they mocked, were hideously convinced by the devil that this God did not exist and cursed His very name. 

Now answer this.  What job I ask you, can take all your time when you consider the destiny of these people?  What movie and DVD can hold you back from prayer?   What shopping spree can capture your time from time with Him so you will hear HOW TO PRAY for your babies, for your grand babies, for your neighbours, for that lost teenager angered and in pain, for that one that goes into the school and shoots his teachers and girl students because he is so angry.  Who prayed for him?  The football star who drinks too much and it seems, attacks a young girl.  Who prayed for him?  For all they are, is LOST.  And weren’t you and I exactly the same? 

Nothing, nothing can stop us if we set our eyes passionately on the cross like Jesus did.  Get on your knees and cry out for this nation and for your children. Cry out like heaven is calling you to do.  Rend the heavens; pierce the spiritual with your voice.  Do not give up.  Day and night let your heart hear the cry of the lost.  Burden yourself with the picture of their pain and empty lives now and more to come – ETERNALLY. 

Repent.  Forget embarrassment and pride and any other senseless, wasteful block.  Break through into the real place.   Take your sin to Jesus and lay it on the cross.  For He has promised you these things.

The God of this nation says He WILL HEAR.

The God of this nation says HE WILL FORGIVE.

And the God of Australia says HE WILL HEAL this nation.

And we will see the salvation of these people.

If YOU pray.