Revivals, Chalk Circles and Me | Dreaming Beneath the Spires
I have heard of the English Evangelical Revival when at the preaching of Whitfield, miners wept, their tears making white lines on their coal-black faces.
I have heard of the 1904 revival in Wales, when the Spirit of God fell powerfully on meetings, and people forgave their enemies.
I have heard of the revival Lonnie Frisbee brought to the Vineyard, with thousands of youth spirit-filled in a day, baptizing their mates in hot-tubs and swimming pools.
I have heard of the laughing revival in Toronto.
I have heard it reached Oxford, and students walking down High Street or having tea with friends in student rooms suddenly fell silent, stooped under the heavy weight of God.
I have heard that there have been more revivals in England than in any nation on earth!
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Me? I have never seen a revival. Never seen the spirit fall en masse as at Pentecost.
But I would like to.
All the prophetic people are talking of a revival coming to the UK. I heard Heidi Baker say, “Revival is coming to the UK. Of course, it is. You know that, don’t you? Everyone knows that.
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Ah, my eyes want to see the glory of the coming of the Lord.
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Gypsy Smith, the British 20th century evangelist, preached to audiences of hundreds of thousands.
A delegation came to ask him how they could experience mass revival as he had.
And this was his reply, “Go home. Lock yourself in your room. Kneel down in the middle of the floor, and with a piece of chalk draw a circle around yourself. There, on your knees, pray fervently and brokenly that God would start a revival within that chalk circle.”
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And that is how revival will come to the UK.
When there are thousands of chalk circles drawn through this land. When thousands of people pray within them to be filled to overflowing with the spirit of God, the prayer which is always answered (Luke 11:13).
When the Spirit descends on thousands of people with power, and blows through this land like a mighty wind, sweeping through it like an overflowing stream.
I hear the winds, Lord, gaining power. I hear the first sounds of a heavy rain.
May my eyes see this glory of a great revival, oh Lord. And let it begin in me.
