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I haven’t written on here for a long time but noticed there has been an influx of views from several different countries. So since God had me start this blog several years ago, I’m going to post what I sent out on my prayer email for Kids Biblical Counseling.

Hello Friends,

I am writing this while I’m on my way home from Pawleys Island, SC. We had a week of beach and ocean and relaxing and I was sad to leave it all!

I have had something on my mind to send out but I had chosen to wait. A few weeks ago after the school/church shooting in Minneapolis, I found myself fighting tears as I watched children coming out looking very traumatized. As I watched the coverage I strongly sensed the spiritual battle going on. I started praying over the church/school/parents/kids. I told someone, “This is demonic.” We can say “that was evil” but there is much deeper meaning when you call it “demonic.” Yes, I know it makes Christian’s feel uncomfortable but I got over it when I saw newspaper headlines the next day that said “DEMONIC.” Finally!! The world sees it and recognizes it….im looking forward to when more followers of Jesus speak up about it. 

Fast forward to the assasination of Charlie Kirk and now you hear news reporters saying the word “demonic” or “spiritual battle.” People feel it and see it playing out right before our eyes. What are followers of Jesus doing about it? What is the church as a whole doing about it? Are we still going to say that “the demonic is way back here” because it’s not. It’s very much in front of us and all around us. I’m looking forward to when there is an uprising, which is starting, of true followers of Jesus who put on the full armor of God that we all know about, and go to battle for those who need rescued from the grips of hell. There is nothing better than that! 

I had never watched Charlie Kirk. I knew of him but I didn’t follow him because I had no idea what he was out doing. Such a horrific scene. 

Then I watched Erika Kirk….incredible. She pretty much declared holy war on the enemy and the world has responded. God is using that incredible woman to do great things and I am excited to see what comes! So much amazing has already happened! I can’t imagine all that is on the horizon!

Here is what I wanted to share. A long time ago, I read a book called “Red Moon Rising.” It’s written by the guy who helped start the 24/7 prayer rooms. I highly suggest reading it during this time. 

In the book is something titled “The Vision Poem.” The first time I read it I kept thinking “this is what I want and have been looking for.” I forgot all about it until I woke up in the middle of the night during the Minneapolis tragedy and this poem was going through my mind. 

The uprising is here. The uprising is gaining momentum and it’s going to be unleashed tomorrow during Charlie Kirk’s funeral. They are saying the gospel is going to be preached to more people than ever before in human history. But, with that comes the battle. Watch through a spiritual lens as you watch the funeral and as you watch the protestors and the violence that breaks out. Watch as people worship in the stadiums and as hateful words are spoken outside the stadium. Watch as Erika speaks. She is a spiritual force to be reckoned with even in the midst of her deep, deep grief. I have come to greatly admire her. 

Here is the poem. Read it over and over. Print it and hang it up. Share it. Battle tomorrow through worship, prayers, grief and thankfulness. 

                        The Vision Poem

So this guy comes up to me and says,
“What’s the vision? What’s the big idea?”
I open my mouth and words come out like this…

The Vision?

The vision is JESUS – obsessively, dangerously, undeniably Jesus.
The vision is an army of young people.
You see bones? I see an army. And they are FREE from materialism.

They laugh at 9-5 little prisons. They could eat caviar on Monday and crusts on Tuesday. They wouldn’t even notice. They know the meaning of the Matrix, the way the west was won.

They are mobile like the wind, they belong to the nations. They need no passport. People write their addresses in pencil and wonder at their strange existence.

They are free yet they are slaves of the hurting and dirty and dying.

What is the vision?

The vision is holiness that hurts the eyes. It makes children laugh and adults angry. It gave up the game of minimum integrity long ago to reach for the stars. It scorns the good and strains for the best. It is dangerously pure.

Light flickers from every secret motive, every private conversation. It loves people away from their suicide leaps, their Satan games. This is an army that will lay down its life for the cause. A million times a day its soldiers choose to lose that they might one day win the great ‘Well done’ of faithful sons and daughters.

Such heroes are as radical on Monday morning as Sunday night. They don’t need fame from names. Instead they grin quietly upwards and hear the crowds chanting again and again:

“COME ON!”

And this is the sound of the underground. The whisper of history in the making. Foundations shaking. Revolutionaries dreaming once again. Mystery is scheming in whispers. Conspiracy is breathing. This is the sound of the underground

And the army is discipl(in)ed. Young people who beat their bodies into submission.

Every soldier would take a bullet for his comrade at arms. The tattoo on their back boasts, “for me to live is Christ and to die is gain”

Sacrifice fuels the fire of victory in their upward eyes. Winners. Martyrs. Who can stop them? Can hormones hold them back? Can failure succeed? Can fear scare them or death kill them?

And the generation prays like a dying man with groans beyond talking, with warrior cries, sulphuric tears and with great barrow loads of laughter!

Waiting. Watching. 24 – 7 – 365.

Whatever it takes they will give: Breaking the rules. Shaking mediocrity from its cosy little hide. Laying down their rights and their precious little wrongs, laughing at labels, fasting essentials. The advertisers cannot mould them. Hollywood cannot hold them. Peer-pressure is powerless to shake their resolve at late night parties before the cockerel cries.

They are incredibly cool, dangerously attractive inside.

On the outside? They hardly care. They wear clothes like costumes to communicate and celebrate but never to hide. Would they surrender their image or their popularity? They would lay down their very lives – swap seats with the man on death row – guilty as hell. A throne for an electric chair.

With blood and sweat and many tears, with sleepless nights and fruitless days, they pray as if it all depends on God and live as if it all depends on them.

Their DNA chooses JESUS. (He breathes out, they breathe in.) Their subconscious sings. They had a blood transfusion with Jesus. Their words make demons scream in shopping centres.

Don’t you hear them coming? Herald the weirdos! Summon the losers and the freaks. Here come the frightened and forgotten with fire in their eyes. They walk tall and trees applaud, skyscrapers bow, mountains are dwarfed by these children of another dimension.

Their prayers summon the hounds of heaven and invoke the ancient dream of Eden.

And this vision will be. It will come to pass; it will come easily; it will come soon. How do I know? Because this is the longing of creation itself, the groaning of the Spirit, the very dream of God. My tomorrow is his today.

My distant hope is his 3D. And my feeble, whispered, faithless prayer invokes a thunderous, resounding, bone-shaking great ‘Amen!’ from countless angels, from heroes of the faith, from Christ himself. And he is the original dreamer, the ultimate winner.

Guaranteed.

Pete Greig (Red Moon Rising)