Jonah Part 5

Welcome back to The Myrrhologist Podcast—I’m your host, Marissa Saint Luc.

In this episode, we step into Jonah Chapter 3, but first… I need to share a dream that hit me like a mantle. In the dream I’m standing in a massive stadium—worship is loud, flags are waving, the atmosphere feels historic… and yet something in my spirit refuses to merge with the noise.

And then I hear it: “This is the outer court.”

What follows is a sobering picture of the hour we’re living in:

• the difference between fans and the Bride
• the loneliness of discernment
• the “two by two” formation of witnesses
• the urgency of the harvest
• and the revelation that shook me: the plan is to make bread out of the Bride—wheat that gets cut, crushed, sifted, kneaded, and baked… so the hungry can finally eat substance again.

Then we open Jonah 3: a reluctant prophet walks into Nineveh with eight words—and a nation turns. This chapter exposes something we all need right now: God can do more with a fragment of obedience than we can do with a lifetime of striving.

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So I did a little research this morning into the laborers that Jesus spoke of. And guess what? They're not evangelists out in the fields handing out invitations. They are shepherds. And we are in an hour unlike any other where the bride of Christ is bowing lower than ever before, not standing tall, not showing off her leaves, but bent and trembling and shaking in the wind of the spirit. I'm getting a little more comfortable with being on camera. I think I need to make a t-shirt that says introverts turned extroverts if you want to talk about Jesus, because God is really stretching me and my capacity in this season. And the only reason that I'm laboring to push this podcast out is because I feel such a sense of urgency. And because I know that time is short and that someone needs to hear the word of God today. And hear what he showed me this morning. To be honest, I wasn't even sure that I was going to film this episode today, but I woke up this morning in that gloaming state, that in-between place where you're not fully awake, fully asleep. And in that moment, I felt like heaven just pressed a dream into me and it still hasn't let me go. Now, I don't usually get big prophetic dreams, but I believe that the Lord showed me something for all of us. So this episode is going to be a little raw, unfiltered, but today I wanted to invite you into Jonah chapter 3 by dropping a mantle on you. The mantle of this dream is a cloak of intercession, a mantle to strip away prejudice. And I knew that it wasn't just for me. So as I tell you this dream, I want you to put yourself in my position and let the Holy Spirit breathe on it for you because you might receive a different interpretation, a different spark. And that's how the Holy Spirit operates. He disperses the divided fire from the same flame. So in this dream, I found myself standing in the middle of a massive stadium. It was a tremendous stage where I got the sense that Jesus had already made a short appearance. And then he retreated backstage. And there was a timer counting down on these big screens. And as I looked around, I said to myself, like, wow, I made it. The atmosphere was truly unlike anything I've ever seen. Imagine every arena, every festival, concert rolled into one. Millions of people crammed together, voices and all type of instruments layered like thunder. I saw flags waving and people dancing. They were crying and hugging each other. The name of Jesus was being lifted up in every tongue. I saw people on indigenous drums and all of this different type of dancing. I saw Messianic Jews with their tallites. It just looked like the greatest worship gathering in history. It had the sound of victory. And as I started to take in what I was seeing, this ease just washed over my spirit, and I felt the tremor of something else. The sound was deafening. The energy was just becoming really overwhelming. But my spirit wouldn't allow me to merge with it. I noticed myself not able to fully embrace what others were so easily experiencing. Where they were swept away into a rhythm, I was standing still. And where they were shouting in ecstasy, I felt this heaviness and grieving. And that's when a deep sense of loneliness started creeping in. And as I looked around, I began to discern the motives behind the celebration. The sound was loud. And I asked myself, like, what's wrong with you? Why can't you get into this? And I felt this whisper just rise in me to say, This is the outer court. Just then a lady reached for my hand and she was like tugging on my shoulder. She tried to pull me into this circle where everybody was dancing and spinning and laughing, and I smiled gently, but I pulled back. And in that moment, I saw her face harden. Her eyes were like scanning me with a quiet accusation, saying, Fine, I can't believe you're not into this. It felt like a quiet rebuke on the judgment of my stillness because in that crowd, joy was measured by the noise. And trying to discern why I was feeling standoffish, I just looked down at myself and I realized that I was wearing a tunic, a sackcloth tunic, and I looked up at everyone, and mostly everybody had white t-shirts on. The person to my left, it said God's favorite, and the others, there was so many different Christian merch, all saying something that would glorify Jesus. And I felt really out of place. But to be completely honest, this feeling was not new to me because I have felt like this my whole life. And maybe this is how you feel. It's the loneliness of the prophetic, the separation from being discerning, that quietness that marks you, even in the loudest room, while everyone else is feeding on the noise. I felt myself withdrawing into silence. The volume of the stadium was like slowly fading and muffling. What it felt like was that scene in that Christmas movie, The Polar Express, when the boy is watching the bell swing and at first he can't hear it, and everyone else is caught up in that wonder, and he's questioning, and he's feeling the emptiness of that silence. So I kept pondering right there in the middle of the crowd. I know what me and Jesus have is real. I know I can hear his voice now, so why can't I just throw myself into this thing? Is something wrong with me? Is this fear? Is this doubt? Is this unbelief? And then I saw two others, very far away from me, also clothed in sackcloth. They were somber and serious. And when my eyes landed on one of them, I just felt this rush of relief, and it was so strong that it like took my breath away. I'm not crazy, I'm not the only one. I began to sprint towards one of them, and all of a sudden, I'm hearing my heartbeat. It's pounding, and I have a couple tears coming down my eyes, and then I see this giant screen above the stadium counting down on the clock, and I felt that the time was running out. I knew that deep down I'm not gonna make it to this person in time. Then everything just goes black. The music stops, the crowd is frozen, silence just swept over millions. I got the impression that they were still anticipating Jesus coming back out onto the stage, but I stood still. And out of that silence and very dim lighting, two very tall, muscular men were walking towards me. I moved back out of their way because they looked like security, and they didn't speak, but they motioned to come with them. And as they began to walk, I followed. They were moving fast but not chaotically, and as they walked, it felt like the parting of the Red Sea. People were moving out of the way without looking as if there was an invisible corridor that was opening through the crowd. At the end, I was standing on the side of the stage, and there was like a little tunnel to go backstage, and there was a short line of others covered by this thin curtain, and everybody was wearing the tunics. One of my eyes met one of theirs, and we both smiled at each other, and I knew this is my people, this is my place, this is the bride. And my posture started to change. I immediately stood taller, and deep inside, I instinctively knew that we were about to see Jesus, but at the same time, I get this impression that he wasn't coming back out onto the stage. The crowd began to sing again, this time a cappella. And it's that song, the blessing, the Lord bless you and keep you and make his face shine upon you. Normally I love that song, but the sound of this song was different now, almost haunting, and I noticed huge teardrops falling from my eyes, like long teardrops. And that song started feeling like a funeral song. I was trying to hold my composure when this slow ache just started in my chest. It was a pain so deep, it felt like I was having a heart attack. I think it dawned on me that there was no going back. Then I couldn't even look back. All the times that I tried to make people around me see and hear the truth, and regretting all of the moments that I've hesitated, that I've stayed quiet, that I've softened the word, and maybe I just never tried hard enough. All of these memories came flooding back to me, and deep down I knew somewhere in that crowd was my family, that my friends were still out there, that the people over the course of my lifetime were still out there. The people I loved, the people I prayed for. They had no clue that this shift just happened. This entire crowd was still intensely waiting on a moment that just passed, but they couldn't see. And now it was too late because the reapers had come. And in this dream, as I'm realizing this, I started clenching my fists and I was pacing, and I kept whispering to myself, remember lots, wife, remember lots, wife, remember lots wife. And I actually woke up saying that. I knew that if I turned, that I would fracture, that if I looked back, that I would rush to take this tunic off, and I wouldn't care. I would just try to clothe the nearest person that I saw. But that would mean that I would forfeit my readiness out of my love for them, and it would outweigh my obedience to Christ. So I fixed my eyes forward towards one of the others. I locked eyes with this person, and it gave me some comfort. And in that moment, the song was growing faint behind me. It became a ghostly echo in the stadium. It was the sound of missed mercy. As the angels moved us into a two by two formation, their bodies were towering like massive walls of protection, and it felt like the parting of the Red Sea finale. That the waters were closing behind us. And behind me, I can still hear them. The crowd started screaming, Jesus! But it was a strange sound. It was a mixture of raw anticipation and a gnawing unease filled with panic. They began shouting louder, Jesus, as if their volume was gonna pull him back out onto stage. And others began whispering to each other in the shadows of the silence. Why is he taking so long? What's happening back there? And then I heard another man's voice that said, Do you think that one deserves to be in the front row over there? How did they even get there? And the other man said back, Oh, you think that's bad? Look over there. And instantly I realized that even in the waiting, the motives of the crowd were being exposed. Competition, comparison, jealousy, judgment, impatience, insecurity. Worst of all, in tight open. This is the sound of the outer court. And all I could do was keep it moving. My hands were trembling, and I know I was walking, but my legs were feeling numb. And it was so heartbreaking in my dream that I wanted to wake up, and it felt like a real life trauma situation. And even in this ache, there was a strange peace. It was a knowing that is deeper than pain, a sense of completion. It felt like this is why you've carried the loneliness. This is why you've walked through silence your whole life. This is why you've been marked for separation. Suddenly, every hidden place, every season of my life was a training for this very moment. And as I woke up fully, I woke up under the burden with an actual pain in my stomach. It was an intercession for the crowd, for the noise, for the millions that were singing his name, for the ones that I love that were still standing out there. And knowing I was going to be filming this episode today, I questioned if this had anything to do with Jonah. And suddenly it all aligned: the crowd, the bride, the reapers, the loneliness of a prophet, the scandal of mercy and judgment, the offense of grace, the whispers of prejudice against each other, analyzing who deserves to be noticed first by Jesus. And this is a prophetic picture of our time. The stadium is the church, the crowd is the fans. The bride is hidden and clothed in humility, and I know it, I can feel it in my bones, as in these past six months, that the reapers are already on the move. I can feel the wind of the sickle being swung, harvesting the wheat that has reached maturity. And I don't know if it's just me, but all of my life sitting in church, when I heard those words that the harvest is plenty and the laborers few, I thought that the harvest meant crowds and masses, a huge field of unsaved people just waiting for someone to tell them the gospel or finally recognizing that Christ is the way. And I don't know who needs to hear this right now, but revival is a resurrection of a seed. And a harvest is mature ripe fruit being cut down. So harvest is fruit that's ready, fruit that's heavy. It's bowed low under the weight of maturity. Reapers don't come for seed, they don't come for sprouts, they don't come to check on green stalks, they come for the wheat that's bent, the head of the wheat is bowed lowly. So I did a little research this morning into the laborers that Jesus spoke of. And guess what? They're not evangelists out in the fields handing out invitations, they are shepherds, and we are in an hour unlike any other where the bride of Christ is bowing lower than ever before, not standing tall, not showing off her leaves, but bent and trembling and shaking in the wind of the spirit. It's the weight of maturity that's on her, the kernels of grain that are full inside of her, and yet she waits. And so this morning I came to the realization and a revelation of the perfect plan of God. It's always been the plan, but I never saw it before. The plan is to make bread out of the bride, because that's the wheat that's cut and crushed and milled and sifted and kneaded and then put into an oven of fire. And what comes out on the other side is unleavened bread for the hungry. This is why the enemy hates the bride. This is why we are kept alone. It's out of protection. The bride becomes the loaf that feeds the multitudes with the substance of Christ. The bride becomes the manifestation of Christ's body that's been blessed and broken to be given away. Revelation says a day's wage will barely buy enough bread to survive. A measure of wheat for a penny, a whole day of striving and still hungry. And I believe that's why there's so much fear right now. People are stockpiling food, building bunkers, and preparing for doomsday and the worst. Because they do feel a shaking, but their preparation is in the natural. But we serve a God who took five loaves of bread and two fish and he fed five thousand. He wasn't just multiplying food, he was showing us a pattern of the bride. Gathered, broken, blessed, and multiplied. And this world is in a famine. There is an abundance of leavened bread. It's like the Olive Garden instead of Gethsemane. And I see it every time I scroll on TikTok or YouTube. There's so much noise, so much heresy and false prophecies, endless predictions, but no bread, no substance, and people are starving for something real. That's why this mantle matters. This world doesn't need more voices, chasing cliques. It needs bread from heaven. It needs a bride that's willing to carry oil and wine when famine shakes the earth. And that's exactly what we're made out of the dust. The famine is shaking the dust off. And I gotta say this I believe that. Jesus was referring to our time in history where history is repeating itself. When he came and he saw the multitude of crowds, he was grieved and he said, look at them wandering around like sheep without a shepherd. This feels like the first harvest in history where we have wheat bowing ready, but is sitting unharvested. And I feel by the Spirit of God that this episode is a letter to the shepherds in this season. If you have a call on your life to father prophets and steward anointings, I'm challenging you to get in that line, to step into that sackcloth-filled tunnel, because it is time to birth out the ones that are in intercession. Cover the ones who are groaning with revelation, to stand beside the ones who carry the ache in this hour. Don't sit outside the city sulking like Jonah. I want you to think about John the Baptist, the forerunner, the one crying out, prepare the way of the Lord. His father, Zechariah, was a high priest. He was a man with heritage, with history, with temple duty. And when the angel told him, Your son is going to be a prophet, he doubted because John the Baptist was supposed to be the next high priest. And then the angel struck him silent. And Elizabeth said first that his name is John, but they wouldn't really believe her. And they turned to Zechariah, and I'm sure with trembling hands he wrote down, his name is John. And in that moment, his mouth was opened and his tongue was loosed, his voice was restored. Because heaven was waiting for a father's mouth to anoint, to confirm the name, to break tradition and release destiny. And God has reserved a remnant to go against the grain. They hold righteous indignation. They wanted the mantle of a high priest, but they were led into the wilderness, and this is not the season to dismiss them. This is not the hour to silence John the Baptist. In every generation, God has a pattern where he does things two by two. In the mouth of two witnesses, something is established. And so I believe that this is the generation where when we come together and go out two by two, and there's really something prophetic on this message today. We're living in this generation where prophets are being mislabeled. They've been named the problem child, the one that can't keep their mouth shut. Why can't they just go along to get along? And so they get punished. And there's a deficiency of naming from fathers in our day. Fathers who won't bless, fathers who won't speak identity, who won't confirm destiny. So we have wandering mouthpieces, nameless and searching for their place. And we need to get serious about this. We are standing at the threshold of witnessing the unfolding of a generation who is preparing the way for the Lord's second coming. And maybe through this channel, we should develop a network of grandfathers and fathers in the faith, men filled with wisdom and carrying, men carrying decades of walking with God, who have become discouraged, who've counted themselves out because nobody was willing to take their advice. Grandfathers and fathers that aren't looking for a platform. We need a couple of Davids willing to go pick up five smooth stones and face this giant together, ready to adopt sons and daughters who carry fire. I can't imagine what our churches would look like if nameless and faceless grandfathers and fathers came out of hiding and helped push out the ones that are birthing intercession. So now that I got that off my chest a little bit, we're gonna take a look at Jonah's posture because he shows us what happens when prophets have no one to anchor their assignment in the Father's heart. Jonah carried the word, but he wrestled with the father's instruction. He wanted Sodom and Gomorrah to hit Nineveh, but the voice of a shepherd was trying to steward forgiveness in him. So let's go there to Jonah chapter 3. I'm going to be reading out of the King James Version. It says, And the word of the Lord came unto Jonah the second time, saying, Arise, go to Nineveh, that great city, and preach unto it the preaching that I bid thee. So Jonah arose and went unto Nineveh according to the word of the Lord. Now Nineveh was an exceedingly great city of three days' journey, and Jonah began to enter into. And Jonah began to enter into the city a day's journey, and he cried and said, Yet forty days and Nineveh shall be overthrown. So the people of Nineveh believed God and proclaimed a fast and put on sackcloth, from the greatest of them, even to the least of them. For the word came unto the king of Nineveh, and he arose from his throne, and he laid his robe from him and covered himself with sackcloth, and he sat in ashes, and he caused it to be proclaimed and published through Nineveh by the decree of the king and his nobles, saying, Let neither man nor beast, herd nor flock taste anything. Let them not feed nor drink water, but let man and beast be covered with sackcloth and cry mightily unto God. Yes, let them turn everyone from his evil way, and the violence that's in their hands. For who can tell if God will turn and repent, and turn from his fierce anger that we perish not? And God saw their works, and they repented from their evil way. And God repented of the evil that he had said that he would do unto them, and he did it not. So when Jonah walked into Nineveh, he carried nothing but eight words, yet 40 days and Nineveh shall be overturned. When I was young and I used to hear these stories, I got the sense that Jonah went in and said, Repent in 40 days, or you'll get judgment. But we clearly see that there's no hope in Jonah's message. He's just coming in and he's saying, You're going down, Nineveh. I think about he was probably really happy to come in and to announce that you got 40 days and you're done. But here we can see the almost comical personality of God because the last word there in Hebrew, overthrown, is knockpaket. And God tucked a secret in that word. Its value is 555. Isn't that strange that Jonah's whole turning point happened inside of what was created on day five of creation? A fish became his chamber of mercy, a vessel of grace that kept him from drowning, and he walked out with triple grace and a crown of seaweed. So hidden inside the harshest judgment was the God code grace. And Jonah didn't want it there, and he didn't know it was there, but God slipped it in anyway. And this is for all the prophets out there. This is why we should never edit heaven's words. We don't need to be adding hamburger helper. You think you're adding a little spice and a little seasoning, but what you're doing is you're taking the seasoning away. The word already carries its own power. What you release is carrying a message that bears witness and it unravels things that you could never touch on your own. And we have to think, maybe this is the reason that some people never see their words come to pass. Because heaven gave you one or two words, but by the time it left your mouth, it sounds like the Tower of Babel to that person's heart. A word that was meant to bring clarity suddenly becomes confusion and noise. And the windwards from heaven couldn't back up your seasoning. And the Bible says the people of Nineveh believed God. They didn't believe Jonah, they believed God. No proof, no altar, no miracles. This dude probably smelled like rotten fish. And you know what I noticed? I noticed that Jonah only walked a third of the way in. It says one day's journey into a city three days wide. So he gave God one-third obedience, and heaven gave Nineveh a full revival. This is the largest recorded revival in the Bible. So God can do more with your fragment of obedience than you could do in a lifetime of striving. And maybe that's your word for today. What you thought disqualified you, the stench of shame, the scars of trauma, the roughness of survival will become the very thing that God will use as proof. How many of us have already written off whole nations and neighborhoods and families? We look at places like the Middle East and cities at war or enemies across borders, and we do exactly what Jonah did. We prejudge, we decide in our hearts that God could never help them, God would never save them, God would never and could never step in there. But this Jonah story is a warning. We have to be careful not to limit the mercy of God to our politics, our prejudice, and our pain. Because if God could turn Nineveh the most violent, corrupt empire of the ancient world, then God could visit any one of our enemies. He could move into refugee camps and war zones. His spirit could break down every border and rip down every divide. And I know that it's hard to admit that sometimes we act like Jonah, entitled and angry, upset that God might save the very people that we wanted him to judge. But the book of Revelation tells us that in the end, every tribe, every nation, every tongue is before his throne. And in Revelation 11, it says there were two witnesses standing in sackcloth, standing in a hostile territory, looking weak on the outside, but shaking empires on the inside. And in Revelation 18, it says, Babylon was overturned. Some cities overturned in mercy, and others overturned in judgment. So we don't get to decide who belongs in the mercy of God because we never deserved it. Jesus said that they will know us by our love. So we need to refrain from writing people off and cursing nations just because we don't agree with their posture or avoid witnessing to people who look different than us. In fact, I'm suggesting the opposite. Start studying these people's theology and their belief systems so that when you meet somebody who's sitting in Arab attire or wrapped in a Jewish tallit, practicing another tradition or carrying a different worldview, that you're ready to have a conversation. Find the loophole that only Jesus can fill. Because if they haven't found Jesus yet, they are still looking for the door. Instead of saying, oh, they don't believe that Jesus is the Messiah. I want us to start rehearsing this over and over. And I'm starting to really do this myself, and it's helped me tremendously. They don't believe in him yet. That little word yet carries the promise of a new day. Think about it. Do we really think that Jesus has nations that he hates, except the synagogue of Satan? Do you really think that the Lamb who shed his blood for every tribe, every tongue, every people, every nation, you think he's sitting in heaven waving a flag and despising another? No, because mercy wears no borders. Jesus is not nationalistic. He's not tribal. He's not boxed in by your politics. His heart is beating for the nations that we so easily write off. And thank God because his blood speaks a better word. It speaks louder than your preconceived ideas, louder than prejudice, louder than politics. If I hadn't grown up in inherited truth, I don't know how or when that I would have heard the gospel. Not everybody has the same algorithm as you. Not everybody is scrolling into a sermon clip or a viral TikTok preacher. In 40 years of living, not one person ever walked up to me to share Jesus. Not one. Nobody stopped me in a grocery store or on the UPS line or shopping at the mall. And so what if people reject you? So what if they roll their eyes and they turn away, even if they laugh in your face? Because the greatest tragedy now is silence. People are starving. Silence is what's leaving them in a famine for bread that they don't even know exists. And this is why Jonah's story still matters. He walked into Nineveh with those eight words. And somebody is waiting on your eight words. Somebody is waiting on your testimony. So here's what I want to do. I think we should just practice a little bit. I want you to drop a wheat emoji in the comments and write a minimal testimony down below. Nothing along. A simple flow, a one-liner before Jesus, one line of what your life was like before Jesus. Like I lived in fear and confusion about my identity. And then do when you met him, one line of how he's reached you. When I met him, his spirit opened up the door to peace. And then just write one line of what's different. Now I walk in clarity. Now I'm confident in where I'm going to spend eternity. It's so simple and we complicate things, but your story is someone else's harvest. And I'm really guilty of this when I go out. Sometimes I got my head down, my earphones in, and I'm scrolling. And the Bible warns us that the enemy is cunning because he has devised a plan to become the prince of the air. He has filled the air with so much distraction, right when the gospel should be going forth the loudest. So this is just a reminder to start keeping our eyes open to possibilities. Because I really believe that God is raising up a double witness in the earth right now. Moses called heaven and earth to testify. Jesus said, heaven and earth will pass away, but his word will not. And in Revelation, we see two witnesses who rise, who are clothed in fire, and they are carrying the testimony of Jesus Christ. The book of Malachi says, Before the great and dreadful day of the Lord, I will send Elijah, and he will turn the hearts of the fathers to the children, and the hearts of the children to their fathers. That's a double-witnessing awakening in our time. And I found that there is a significant mystery behind household salvation. It always starts with headship alignment. When a man gets saved, everything under his covering comes into alignment. You can go and research the scientific facts that back this up. If a father comes to Christ first, over 90% of families follow. If a mother comes first, it's less than a third. And we have to wonder why. It's because authority flows from the head down. When the head comes to Christ, the house gets pulled into that covering. This is why the enemy is waging war on men, on their hearts, on their identity, on their faith. Because if he could get the hearts of the fathers, he can fracture the whole family. One surrendered man can reset an entire bloodline. And I have seen this happen in many families. In Jonah's story, it was the king who stripped off his robe, his power, his decree, his authority went out into the land. And so God is calling forth fathers to strip off pride. We see in verse 8 that the king of Nineveh says, Let every man turn from his evil way and from the violence that's in his hands. They didn't just bow their heads, they opened their hands. The king tore his robes, and people let go of what they have been gripping on to, anger and power. In Hebrew, the word for violence is Hamas. It means cruelty, corruption, injustice. It's the misuse of power. So when the king said, turn from the Hamas in your hands, he was modeling posture. So if there's something that you're holding on to that prevents you from carrying the spirit of restoration in the earth, it's only hurting you. We should be praying and thanking God for the holy weight that's pressing in on us and others until every false thing in us loses air. The Holy Spirit is trying to suffocate the life out of our perceived justice. And I know it's difficult, but if we keep that God's gonna get them attitude, Or they're gonna have to answer to God for what they did to me, mindset. We're still playing defense. Defense says their day will come. Offense says, God, drop your mercy on them one last time on my behalf before they drift too far, before they are given over into a reprobate mind. We need to stop guarding the wound. And who do we think we are to say that, oh, they've disrespected us? Do you see how they've broken God's heart? What he must feel watching them trample over his sacrifice, witnessing them loving their lives more than the truth. And hear me, it's all a masquerade party. See, the beast system hides behind faces. He wears three masks: the lust of the flesh, the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life. These are appetites that are rooted in rebellion. So I don't want to hear any more of those garbage prayers of praying return to the sender or asking for victory over persecution. Jesus called those that are persecuted blessed. It's never about God get them. It's always about God getting them back. None of us deserve this much mercy. We just happen to stumble upon the truth. I just happened to come into this world, and upon opening up my eyes for the first time, I'm in a delivery room born to parents who believed in Jesus. So going back to my dream, we still have a chance to reach that crowd, to reach them before the clock runs out. So I just want to pray today, and I ask that you would seek the Lord on your own time and ask him to reveal any hidden motives or any prejudice that you think you don't have, but maybe they are there hidden somewhere. Let's just pray. Father, we just repent for clinging to our own opinions. We ask that you would burn up any residual prejudice, bitterness, and offense. That any altars that we have would be free from self-protection and that would be filled only with your flame. Forgive us for anticipating your judgment where you long to give mercy. Take our fragments and our scars and take our one-third obedience and breathe on them until they echo farther than our feet. Pull us out of survival mode and make us walking testimonies for your resurrection power. Let the dream that you planted in us live again, even if we are only a few in the stadium wearing sackcloth because you can turn nations through a remnant. You are the Lord of the harvest. Send laborers into your field. Let us be among those who carry both the seed and the sickle and the oil and the fire. Awaken every sleeping intercessor, every hidden voice. Let the winds of your spirit gather the willing, and let the fruit of obedience ripen quickly in this final hour. We ask you, Father, to come in your power so we can witness the fullness of your love sweep through this world one last time. Amen. Thank you again for joining today. You're listening to the voice of the Mirologist, where we are on a mission to wake up sleeping beauty. If this channel has blessed you, I would ask you to pray and consider sowing into this ministry. Your seed helps us pour out the oil and awaken the remnant across nations. This episode has been brought to you by Ahava Overflow. And if you're looking for more information or to connect with me, you can head over to Marissa Saint Luke.com. Thank you for listening, and until next time, keep your lamp burning.