The room lit up as he entered the arena. Every soul present was in incredible anticipation of the move of God in the place. There was no doubt that God was there….all that remained, was the manifestation of His presence. Houghtony entered the room amidst a chorus of thunderous claps and quickly took his place at the front of the team on stage. He gestured to the instrumentalists and they skilfully reduced the volume of their instruments. The vocalists hummed gently in unison at the back of the stage and Houghtony approached his designated microphone.
He lifted up his eyes to heaven and seemed to pray without audible words coming from his mouth. His gaze was fixed completely upwards and his hands soon followed…he was in the building, yet he was not in the building. He strummed his guitar gently and started speaking from the Psalms….the Lord is my Shepherd…..
As he spoke the psalm, hysterical cries started emanating from the hall as the Spirit of God moved in the building. Shouts of joy were intermingled with the cries of desperation as various miracles happened in the room. Houghtony never spoke directly to anyone’s situation, he just kept worshipping on stage as the musicians and singers backed him up and the Lord did the rest.
That night, as had happened for the last one and a half months, revival pressed on…and Isaiah 61:1-3 was fulfilled……
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