A Lamentation For Haiti

Like a tree you have been violently shaken and littered now on the grounds of Port-au-Prince are the aftermath. We see your fruits scattered, bruised, crushed, decaying and your branches cut off. Your streets are strewn with hopeless wanderings and brokenness too shocked to cry out!

In you and in the nations of the world, are stifled voices of WHY. Why Haiti?

My tears flow freely for you, and I raise a lamentation for Haiti.

Haiti, oh Haiti; the oldest republic formed by people of African ancestry. In the family of Black Republics, you are the first born. You should have been a beacon of light for people of color, but you have always been in the news for the wrong reasons.

You have remained a receiver nation despite over 200 years of independence. Your brothers have excelled in sports, politics, science and in education but you have not matched them. Like Reuben the first born of Israel, you have not excelled.

Our tears flow with yours in this time of pain. Let all the anointed rise up to speak like Moses spoke to Reuben when he(Moses) cried out in prayer to JEHOVAH over the smallness of Israel's firstborn in Deuteronomy 33:6. Let us cry out and say; "Let Haiti live and not die, and let not his people be few".

Haiti, you have not excelled as the first born of black republics, but the prophets are saying, "live Haiti, live and not die. Be no longer poor Haiti, but rather flourish by God the creator of heaven and earth. Let not your people be few" and let the Sun of Righteousness arise over you with healing in His wings".

Oliver Anajemba

Explosions Of Almightiness

When I talk about MY greatness to you, you fail to understand because of the limitations of your human mind. I revealed my greatness in my word and demonstrated my greatness in my creations. I transcend time and encompass eternity. I am so great that the whole heavens cannot contain ME. I do not really dwell in heaven, rather the heavens dwell in ME. That is my greatness.

What of the earth, the earth is my footstool, but if I place my greatness on the earth, It will be crushed, totally crushed. No wonder the scriptures say, "the heavens are not enough for you, how then can you live in a temple made by man".

The mystery is that I God, live in men, my born again ones. I live in you. You have to believe this, you have to accept this, and you have to talk from this perspective. When this happens, when you become convinced of this, then on your streets and in the nations of the world shall we have an explosions of my Almightiness. MY might, love, and benevolence exploding through you.

It will be a manifest demonstration of the triumph of light over darkness. It shall amaze you of the kind of person you have become. Before and beside you shall be heap upon heap. Heap upon heap of those slain by you. Oh yes, there shall be heap upon heap. The harvest shall be heap upon heap. Mountains and walls shall fall heap upon heap at your appearing. It is my dawn, the day I will be let loose in you and by you. This MY time, should this not also be your time?

I will come out as a ball of fire and a flaming fire through your mouth. I will look through your eyes and men shall see me in you, on you and through you. They shall experience me when they touch you. It is MY revival. Get ready for it, flow into it, for now is my time.

I dwell in tabernacles of clay. Accept it.

Received by 11.50am at a time of fellowship with the Heavenly Father

For The New Year

This is the beginning of a new year, a year designated by man, a year by which you start the cycle over. It is not the beginning for me, but we could start here as well as any other place.

You see a sprinkle of rain in the dust, making little holes in the dry dust.It is beginning to rain. The dust is being pushed into little piles. Soon the rains will sink down in among the dust to engulf it. The dust will be saturated with the rain.

There will be a flood! Not a flood of water, but a flood of the Holy Spirit! And My people shall rejoice.

O, come to ME, My people. and soak in the rain, for many of you, your souls are dry and dusty. Plenty is MY store of everything that you need: a new sharpening, a great victory, even billows of over flooding victory!