I write to you, my country, because I love you. Long have you been in my heart.
Your heritage is unparalleled. Never before on the face of the earth has there been such a country as you. You were ordained by God, planned by God, built by God. Your founding fathers were inspired by God and your founding documents were based upon His Word.
Your history is beautiful.
Oh, there are ugly moments too:
- Moments in which innocent people gave their lives for a cause greater than themselves.
- Your sons and daughters have fought and died on your fields, your shores, and those of enemy and ally alike.
- Much precious and innocent blood has been spilled even without cause.
Together we mourn the loss of these your children, America.
But America, because of all these things, some would say that you have no hope.
No hope for the future. No hope for change. No hope for justice and right, for mercy and truth; no hope for the blood of the innocent to be saved. No hope for a resurrection of the values and liberty that birthed you.
Those people would be wrong, America.
They would be wrong because they forget one part of this equation: the biggest part. And that part is the shed blood of Jesus Christ.
His blood is sufficient to atone for your sins, America. His blood is sufficient to grant you forgiveness for your racism, hatred, abortion, immorality, faithlessness, and betrayals of sacred trust. His blood is sufficient.
“But I don’t want His blood,” you may say, America.
And sadly, heartbreakingly, unfortunately, that may be true. But you know what, O country of mine?
It doesn’t matter if you want His blood or not. Because I want you to have it. I want you to be covered, cleansed, forgiven, and revived. And MY GOD said this:
… if My people who are called by My name will humble themselves, and pray and seek My face, and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin and heal their land” (2 Chronicles 7;14).
I don’t know if you got that or not, America, so I’m going to repeat it:
My God said it’s up to me.
Oh yes. It’s not up to you. It all depends on me:
- It depends on whether or not I will humble myself.
- It depends on whether or not I will pray and seek God’s face.
- It depends on whether or not I will turn from my wicked ways.
And I’m serving you notice, America, that I have set my face like flint to do just that. I will obey God’s commands, and MY GOD will hear from Heaven, and He will forgive YOUR sin, and He will heal our land.
And I’m not the only one. A generation of Nazarites is rising up, America. Nazarites who are dedicating their lives to see revival in these United States.
I’m only one of them. There are more. And we will not be denied.
We will see our nation turn back to God.
We will fast. We will pray. We will seek God’s face. And you, America, will turn.
You will have revival again.
- You will see the name of Jesus Christ lifted up over this nation.
- You will see signs, wonders, and miracles in the streets again.
- You will see mass outbreaks of healings in confirmation of the preaching of the Gospel of Jesus Christ.
You will see the Spirit of God move in power. Hospitals will empty as the sick people are healed. Stadiums will fill up with people fasting and praying. Men, women, and children everywhere will turn from their lust, adultery, hatred, racism, bitterness, unforgiveness, anger, and idolatry and will enter the Kingdom of God.
You will see revival, America. I’m serving you notice.
Because it’s not up to you. It’s up to me, and it’s up to hundreds of thousands of others like me who will do what it takes to see “on earth as it is in Heaven.”
America, you belong to Jesus Christ. Heaven is His throne and the earth is His footstool, and He will have you for His inheritance. Full, complete, surrendered to Him, and walking in righteousness and justice, which are the foundations of His throne.
I just thought you’d want to know.
With much love from one of your native children,
Daughter of the King;
Priest to my God;
Determined to move Heaven and shape history through fasting and prayer.