The Outpouring on the Streets
(Wednesday, March 1st, 2000.)

In my mind, I was in what appeared to be a conference room. There was
a large conference table in the middle of the room. It was so large,
it filled almost the whole room. Seated around the table were what I
perceived to be men of God. I saw priests, rabbis, etc. Each of them
had stacks of paper and books in front of them. A large Bible was in
the middle of the table. The men of God were discussing their
interpretations of certain verses and passages of scripture in the
Bible. I stood and observed the men of God for a while.

Then, I noticed a door. I walked up to the door, opened it and went
through it. I was in a hallway. I walked down the hallway and came
into a foyer. I realized I was in a church. I saw people entering the
doors of the church into the foyer. Each person held a cup in one
hand, and they all appeared weary and wounded. The people began to
congregate in the foyer. They seemed confused and restless.

Then, through the doors of the church that these people had come
through, we all heard soft, musical singing. We couldn't hear the
words, but the voice sounded like soft tinkling. When we heard the
singing, we all began to smile softly. Almost everyone went back
through the doors. I followed them. There were some people who stayed
behind, and some of these people even tried to prevent the others
from leaving. They appeared to be warning the people who were leaving
not to leave. As the people walked through the doors, I followed them.

Off in the distance, I saw a hill. It was covered with lush green
grass. There were a few trees on top of the hill. I heard birds
calling to each other. The sound of the singing was coming from the
top of the hill. I gazed around, and only then noticed that coming
from every direction were throngs of people. They were of every race
and nationality. They were dressed in their native costumes of their
particular country. They each had a cup in their hand. Like the first
group of people I had seen had appeared to have been wounded, all the
people in this great multitude also appeared to bear wounds in their
bodies.

They were all beginning to smile, and to walk up the hill to where
the singing was coming from. I followed them. There, at the top of
the hill, seated on a large rock, was Christ. He was the One Who was
singing. When the people came up to where Christ was seated on the
rock, they sat down at His feet. Next to the Lord I noticed an old
fashioned well. At the feet of the Lord, was a loaf of bread. It
appeared to be a loaf of French bread. When the people sat down at
the Lord's feet, they began to hold up the cup they were holding in
their hand.

The Lord got up, walked over to the well. There was a bucket hanging
from a rope over the mouth of the well. The Lord lowered the bucket
into the well, then pulled it back up. He took the bucket of water
over to the people and began to fill their empty cups with the water.
The water never stopped pouring from the bucket. The people drank,
and drank, and drank. When they seemed to have drunk as much water as
they desired, the Lord took the bucket back over to the well, and
secured it back to the rope.

He then returned to the large rock and stood in front of it. He held
His hands out over the crowd of people. His palms were facing
outwards towards the crowd. People in the crowd began to stand up one
by one and come up to the Lord. He would gently cup His hands around
each person's head for a little while. Then, He would gently pat
their chest over their heart. As the Lord did this, I saw the wounds
begin immediately to heal on each person. After this time of touching
the people, the Lord sat back down on the rock. The people were once
again seated at His feet.

The Lord began to gently speak to the people. After a time, the Lord
spoke to the people and told them to go back to where they had come
from, and to take with them what they had just received. The people
began to stand up. They appeared healthy, whole and well nourished.
And, they were smiling. I could sense a tremendous peace within them.
They headed back down the hill and began to disperse at the bottom of
the hill, and headed back in the direction from whence they had at
first come.

As I pondered what this could mean, I felt the Lord speak these words
to me ~~

"My people are weary, hungry and thirsty. They come into My house for
comfort and healing and nourishment. Many times, what they find
instead are their leaders discussing My word and interpreting My
word. In the process, My people go untouched and unfed. When I walked
this earth as a man, the people came to Me. They followed Me into the
deserts. They followed Me up onto the hill tops. They followed me to
the water's edge. They followed Me through the streets of their
cities. Even so will it be in this time. This is a season where many
of My children will follow Me into the streets of their cities. They
will follow Me up into the mountains. They will follow Me to the
water. They will come to Me weary, thirsty and wounded. And I will
give them the water of My word to satisfy their thirst. I will give
them the comfort of My touch , and they will be healed and restored.
I will teach them and instruct them.

"At My feet, they will have their needs met. At My feet, they will
find what they have been seeking and searching for. Some will not
understand this. They will perceive this as a desertion against
organized and established churches. They will seek to halt those who
are following where the sound of My voice leads them. They will
reject these people when they leave, and they will not accept them
when they return. Surely, a great outpouring of My Spirit will occur.
But it will not occur as many believe it will occur. I will pour out
My spirit in the streets, by the sea side, on the mountain tops. I
will pour out My Spirit on whosoever will; without regard for
denomination or nationality.

"Those who hear My voice and respond to My voice, will be taught of
Me. They will closely examine My word, and I will show and reveal to
them My will and they will then know of the doctrine whether it is of
men, or whether it is My doctrine. I will pour out My Spirit on those
who are thirsty, and who accept the water I give unto them. It is
because all lines of nationality and denomination will be crossed
when I pour out of My Spirit that many will be confused. Many believe
the outpouring of My Spirit will occur in a certain way. Just as the
Jews and the religious leaders of My day failed to recognize Me when
I appeared because they were not looking for Me, but for who they
felt I would be; even so will it be during the great outpouring of My
Spirit. Many will not recognize or receive it because it will go
against how they feel it should occur. He who has ears to hear, let
him hear what My Spirit is saying unto My church."

In Him,
~~ Hollie L. Moody