Written by Jeff Duncan
My friend Paul was a long-haul transport driver for Home Hardware. Several years ago, while driving through a blizzard in the Alberta Rockies, he found himself fatigued, to the point that he began to drift into sleep. He pulled to the side of the road to rest. He was so drowsy that he didn’t realize the truck was still moving. After a short time, the big transport lurched to a halt, and he was jolted awake at the shock. He cried out to the Lord, “Oh Lord help me!”
Written by Jeff Duncan
“Thus sayeth the Lord…” It was the first time I had ever heard a prophetic word. And it was in King James English! God speaks King James English?! I found it hard to believe. Was this the God I knew? I had been on edge for many reasons in this meeting. This was many years ago, when as a teenager, I joined Cheryl’s family for some meetings that were very outside the box of my experience. People were raising their hands, worshipping with a passion I had never seen before. There was energy in the room, or was it my mixture of fear and uncertainty because it was all new? I wasn’t sure, but I knew that there was something real here. And God was speaking! It made me hungry for more, even if God spoke King James English!
Written by Jeff Duncan
For those who had the privilege of being with us Palm Sunday, wasn’t it an amazing time of worship with our children at the front waving palm branches? So good! We had a glimpse of what it would have been like as Jesus entered Jerusalem. The simplicity of a child’s worship! With all that is happening in the world today, we may be asking ourselves, “What are we to do?” We have our answer. God painted a picture for us: Worship!
Written by Sharon Remmerswaal
I had an encouraging word from the Lord this past week, which I believe is for all of us. The Lord showed me a picture of some of what He is doing right now. I saw a large staff moving in circles across Canada: back and forth, back and forth. Stirring, stirring, stirring. Huge grey dust clouds were being formed. It looked like grey whirlwinds covering all of the provinces, with a long, tall staff moving in the midst, coming from heaven to earth. As I watched, I could feel a tremendous hunger for the presence of God being stirred up as well.
Written by Jeff Duncan
We need the word of the Lord in these days of shaking. As the Lord instructed us in 1 Cor. 14:1 we should “desire spiritual gifts, especially the gift of prophecy.” Prophecy is a gift, but are we willing to accept prophecy in the package that it comes in? Often, we aren’t. There was a time when I wasn’t.
Written by Jeff Duncan
I heard a statistic this week about the high percentage of Canadians who have anxiety because of the upheaval around us. However, we as believers can be encouraged when we focus on what is most important. We can get encouragement from a significant prophecy that David Ruis gave at the Catch the Fire conference in October of 1994. This was the height of the revival, where many were saved, healed and empowered. People would line up at church for hours in order to get a good seat. People came from around the world, making it the number one tourist attraction in Toronto. God’s power was so intense that many were overcome for hours on end. Hotels that hosted conference guests had guests strewn out in the lobby under the power of God. Hotel staff would avoid conference attendees in fear that it was contagious. And it was.
Written by Jeff Duncan
If you missed last week’s message from Franklyn Spence, I would highly recommend you consider listening to it: (Franklyn Spence Sunday Service.) Franklyn’s story of meeting with old order Mennonites in the Mt. Forest area is a remarkable story. Having heard that miracles were happening in Franklyn’s ministry, they arranged a hidden late-night meeting with him, in the fear of others in their community shunning them if their meeting was discovered. After going to extensive efforts to hide their meeting, they asked the question, "Is it true that miracles are happening?”
Written by Jeff Duncan
English is so full of idioms. It’s no wonder that it can be a difficult language to master. Just this week, I was journaling and telling the Lord that I felt “out of sorts.” I became curious about the etymology of this idiom and found out that in the 17th century, sorts were the names that typographers used for the letters that were manually inserted into the printing presses. To be out of sorts, meant not having all that is needed.
