THE TIME HAS COME FOR THE OCCUPIERS OF WALL STREET TO RISE AND SHINE
This morning I speak truth to power to the occupiers of Wall Street from around the globe, know that you are not alone. The Lord told me to tell you, to Rise and Shine, that your time has come. The police may evict you physically from the parks, but they cannot evict the ideal that God has placed in your minds. He said he would never leave you are for sake you. You will be protected and he shall shine his light on the darkness of Wall Street. Greed can only last for a period of time. People from everywhere are standing with you. We all are the 99%, and we will be with you through the end. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
Know that the children of Israel were facing a similar situation some 2000 years ago. God sent his servant Moses to lead his people from bondage and the hands of Pharaoh and into the promise land. Now some 2000 years later Pharaoh and his army on Wall Street have risen again. Once again, God has heard your cries and felt your pain. What God did then, he surely will do again.
Therefore, I encourage you to stand strong; do not allow your faith to be broken by the enemy of darkness. Now listen to the words of the Lord your God. This is the message he wants you to take to heart today as you begin your new offensives. “Get out of bed, Jerusalem! Wake up. Put your face in the sunlight.
God’s bright glory has risen for you.
The whole earth is wrapped in darkness,
all people sunk in deep darkness,
But God rises on you,
his sunrise glory breaks over you.
Nations will come to your light,
kings to your sunburst brightness.
Look up! Look around!
Watch as they gather, watch as they approach you:
Your sons coming from great distances,
your daughters carried by their nannies.
When you see them coming you’ll smile—big smiles!
Your heart will swell and, yes, burst!
All those people returning by sea for the reunion,
a rich harvest of exiles gathered in from the nations!
And then streams of camel caravans as far as the eye can see,
young camels of nomads in Midian and Ephah,
Pouring in from the south from Sheba,
loaded with gold and frankincense,
preaching the praises of God.
And yes, a great roundup
of flocks from the nomads in Kedar and Nebaioth,
Welcome gifts for worship at my altar
as I bathe my glorious Temple in splendor.
“What’s that we see in the distance,
a cloud on the horizon, like doves darkening the sky?
It’s ships from the distant islands,
the famous Tarshish ships
Returning your children from faraway places,
loaded with riches, with silver and gold,
And backed by the name of your God, The Holy of Israel,
showering you with splendor.
Foreigners will rebuild your walls,
and their kings assist you in the conduct of worship.
When I was angry I hit you hard.
It’s my desire now to be tender.
Your Jerusalem gates will always be open
—open house day and night!—
Receiving deliveries of wealth from all nations,
and their kings, the delivery boys!
Any nation or kingdom that doesn’t deliver will perish;
those nations will be totally wasted.
The rich woods of Lebanon will be delivered
—all that cypress and oak and pine—
To give a splendid elegance to my Sanctuary,
as I make my footstool glorious.
The descendants of your oppressor
will come bowing and scraping to you.
All who looked down at you in contempt
will lick your boots.
They’ll confer a title on you: City of God,
Zion of The Holy of Israel.
Not long ago you were despised refuse—
out-of-the-way, unvisited, ignored.
But now I’ve put you on your feet,
towering and grand forever, a joy to look at!
When you suck the milk of nations
and the breasts of royalty,
You’ll know that I, God, am your Savior,
your Redeemer, Champion of Jacob.
I’ll give you only the best—no more hand-me-downs!
Gold instead of bronze, silver instead of iron,
bronze instead of wood, iron instead of stones.
I’ll install Peace to run your country,
make Righteousness your boss.
There’ll be no more stories of crime in your land,
no more robberies, no more vandalism.
You’ll name your main street Salvation Way,
and install Praise Park at the center of town.
You’ll have no more need of the sun by day
nor the brightness of the moon at night.
God will be your eternal light,
your God will bathe you in splendor.
Your sun will never go down,
your moon will never fade.
I will be your eternal light.
Your days of grieving are over.
All your people will live right and well,
in permanent possession of the land.
They’re the green shoot that I planted,
planted with my own hands to display my glory.
The runt will become a great tribe,
the weakling become a strong nation.
I am God.
At the right time I’ll make it happen.” (Isaiah 60:1-12 MSG)
I tell all you doubters, to listen up, “THE TIME HAS COME FOR THE OCCUPIERS OF WALL STREET TO RISE AND SHINE. So there will be no mistake of what God’s message to you is, listen to his final words in this message once again, “The runt will become a great tribe, the weakling become a strong nation. I am God. At the right time I’ll make it happen.”
We bless this word to you, that it may reach deep into your minds and lift you to higher ground. God’s word will never leave you are forsake you. “Believe it and act on it.” It is your weapon again the evil forces of darkness. When you put on the whole armor of God, you can be assured that no weapon formed against you, shall ever prosper.
The seeds of prosperity, peace, love and power have been planted in fertile soil. God’s command, “to Rise and Shine,” has reverberated around the world. Now with time, the manifestation of your labor will germinate into its reality and you will stand victories at the top of the mountain holding high the crown of glory that God has already provided for you. We encourage you to think GLOBALLY and work LOCALLY, allowing your voices to be heard like thunder all over the world. I stand with you as your brother in CHRIST, PASTOR DAVIS/MASTER TEACHER!