I have heard it said, “Confession is good for the soul.” Then how much more will it benefit the spirit man? Rather than writing generically to those who might come across this personal diatribe, let’s just acknowledge from the beginning, this is a personal confession. And if I kept a journal, which I don’t, then you would have insight into my personal thoughts. The balance will now be to make this short, and profitable for the average viewer, and keep the ‘short stories’ for another day. 

How hungry can we be for the Presence of God? How desperate can I feel? At what point do we cross an imaginary line of impending spiritual destitution to find the manifest God of Break-Through? 

Listen again to the psalmist: (Ps. 42:1-4 NLT) 

“As the deer longs for streams of waters, so I long for you, O God. I thirst for God the living God. When can I go and stand before Him? Day and night I have only tears for food…my heart is breaking as I remember how it used to be.” 

What this isn’t: A casual “I-can-take-it-or-leave-it” version of Christianity. It is a place where words have ceased to be. There is no longer an utterance left in the spirit man to verbalize. “Day and night I have only tears for food.”  What can make a man or woman of God fall into this kind of spiritual despair? 

When we remember how it used to be.  

Equally so, it is only when we feel this indescribable, insatiable longing where words are no longer sufficient that we attract the “suddenlies” of God. No memories of past moves of God; of revival; or breakthroughs will ever suffice what we desire the most: “I thirst for God the living God.”  

When do “suddenlies” come? Apparently, when you least expect them. 

I need a “suddenly.” 

 “Suddenly, there was a sound from heaven like the roaring of a mighty windstorm in the skies above them, and it filled the house where they were meeting.” Acts 2:2