The Broken Vessel
I can hear the sound of bells. I can hear the sound of bells in the valleys. I can hear the
sound of bells in the mountains. I can hear the echoes in the valleys and the mountains. I
can hear the voice of the Lord. I can hear the voice of the Lord like the sound of bells,
being carried on the wind.
Almighty God, my King. Almighty God, my Lord.
I hear the echoes of the bells in the valleys. I can hear them ringing. Running, like fresh
water down the mountains. Visiting every plant, every rock, every creature, everything in
the valley. The valley is reverberating with the sound of the bells. I can see the angels of
God moving. I can hear them making music. I hear the sound of many horses. I hear the
sound of bits. The sound of bells. I can hear the echoes in the valleys and in the hills.
The word of the Lord is echoing like the sound of bells. Let the word of the Lord go forth.
Momentum is gathering from the echoes. I hear the sound of the Lord’s voice.
Momentum is gathering. It is rushing down into the valleys like a mighty flood.
Thank you Father for the word of God that is able to plant and to uproot. Like the sound of
many rushing waters. I hear the sound of the voice of God. I hear the sound of bells
echoing. I hear the voice of God and the bells. Resounding. Echoing. Resounding.
Echoing. Echoing through the walls of the valley. It becomes a mighty flood. Let it pour
out into the valley below. Let all reverberate and tremble at the voice of the Lord.
You need to understand, children. You need to understand that sometimes I speak
through a broken vessel. Sometimes I speak through a broken vessel so that you know
it is Me speaking. As My voice echoes through that broken vessel, healing comes to that
vessel. You need to know, children that there is only one good, and that is God. There is
only one whole, and that is God. It is not what the vessel looks like. It is your ability to
hear My voice speaking through that vessel and praise Me. It is because of the
brokenness of the vessel that My glory can pour forth. It is still My anointing that pours
forth from the vessel. It is still My oil that pours forth out of the brokenness. It is
because it is Mine that it brings glory to the brokenness and the brokenness brings glory
to Me. You might receive oil out of the broken vessel. Maybe the brokenness of the
vessel is for My oil to be able to be poured out. Look not at the vessel, but take the oil of
anointing on yourselves. It is still My oil. It is still Me.
You’ve managed to twist around even the broken ones among you for you are looking for
perfection, not understanding that no one’s perfect but Me. So you reject a word from a
broken vessel because you think you are healed, you think you are whole. But your
rejection of My word through a broken vessel is proof of your sickness, proof of your
depraved mind, proof of your lack of love, proof of your understanding of who I am. It is I
who sees the heart, not you. Do not despise the days of small beginnings. The Lord
speaks through peculiar vessels.
Many of Mine have been smashed against the rocks of life. Many have been bashed.
Many have been bruised. Many have been broken. Where were you, shepherds? You
just sat there, pretending to listen, just for show. You never once reached out. You just
listened and moved to the next one so that you can sit smug in your lazy boy and wash
your hands, thinking you are innocent and have done something. All they asked was
Listen. Do you hear? Listen. Do you hear, child? Do you hear the bells? Do you hear the
echoes. Do you hear the resounding in the valleys? Every time My voice reaches the
valley, the rocks are cracked. Broken for the purpose of My oil flowing forth from them.
Now I ask you, great physicians, why do you reject the broken among you when you
yourself are broken? With your feet of clay and your arms of straw? I’ll cause you to
topple over and fall on your face. I’ll reach down and pick up My broken ones. I’ll reach
down to My people. I’ll heal them. I’ll put them on My potter’s wheel. You have abused
and used them. See, as My Spirit moves I will not visit you in your high and lofty places.
See the Spirit of God moving amongst the broken ones. See the Spirit of God moving
amongst the rejected. See the Spirit of God moving amongst the outcast. See the Spirit
of God moving amongst those you despise. I will despise you with your riches, with your
self-righteousness, with your rich garments that you adorn yourselves with while My
people go hungry. You see you giants, you apostles, you see now the hand of the Lord. I
have My chosen ones. They are the ones that have been broken. They are the ones that
have been rejected. They are the ones that have been despised. When they rise up, they
will rise up on My word, not on self riches. You want to make a name for yourselves, not
for Me. For a wave is coming. Can you hear the bells? Can you hear the bells? For it is
coming. Can you hear the bells, children? My rejected ones are My chosen ones. I will
rise them above you who have rejected them. You who have looked down on them with
disdain. You who have used their poverty and brokenness to fill your own coffers with
riches of this world. Watch me now, sayeth God, as I move on those you’ve despised. I
call forth My army of the rejected ones. You come forth. Come and draw close to My
bosom. I am sending My Spirit upon you and you will know and have no value for riches
or for recognition of men. You will seek only the glory and honor of your Father because
you don’t understand your brokenness. You understand through your rejection that
Go forth My children. See as My Spirit moves on you. See as My Spirit heals you and
cleanses you. See as My Spirit heals the wounds I have inflicted. Yes, I have inflicted
many. I have inflicted wounds and I have broken you so that through your brokenness I
can fill you with My holy oil of anointing and let My Spirit flow through you so you may
receive healing and acceptance. Hear as I speak, and see. And hear, for I will come as a
thief in the night. Get ready, church. Go out and bring in the broken ones that you
yourselves might receive revival.
I can hear the sound of bells...
I can hear the echoes in the
valleys and the mountains....
I can hear the voice of the Lord
like the sound of bells, being
carried on the wind...
Running, like fresh water down
the mountains...rushing down into
the valleys like a mighty flood....
It is because of the
brokenness of the vessel...
I'll heal them....on the potter's wheel