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THE VISION FOR THE WARRIORS OF THE NEW MILLENNIUM
Kim Clement
Sep 22, 2000
REGARDING KIM CLEMENT -- A NOTE BY STEVE SHULTZ, THE ELIJAH LIST
I just attended one of the KIM CLEMENT meetings in Portland. He will be
back there in a month or two (on Kim's site, one can leave their email address
on the Guest Book so they will be on Kim's email list). While I had to put
cotton in my ears because the volume was so loud--I must tell you that I've
not been in a meeting which I felt was more authoritative in the Spirit.
Demons are afraid of this man of God. You will see his PASSION and anointing
as you read his vision below --taken from his web site.
Enjoy and be encouraged -- Steve Shultz, THE ELIJAH LIST
THE VISION FOR THE WARRIORS OF THE NEW MILLENNIUM
By: Kim Clement http://www.kimclement.com/
The vision is Jesus obsessively, dangerously, undeniably Jesus.
The vision is an army of young people. You see bones? I see an army. They
could eat caviar on Monday and bread crusts on Tuesday. They wouldn't even
notice. They are mobile, like the wind; they belong to the Nations. They are
free, yet they are slaves of the hurting, dirty and dying.
WHAT IS THE VISION?
The vision is holiness that hurts the eyes.
It makes children laugh and adults angry. It gave up the game of minimum
integrity long ago to reach for the stars. It SCORNS the good and STRIVES for
the best. It is dangerously pure. LIGHT flickers from every secret motive,
every private conversation. It loves people away from their suicide leaps.
This is an army that will lay down its life for the cause. A million times a
day, its soldiers choose to lose that they might one-day win the great,
"Well Done, faithful sons and daughters!" Such heroes are as radical
on Monday morning as Sunday night. They DON'T NEED FAME FROM NAMES.
Instead, they grin quietly upwards and hear the crowds chanting again and
again, "COME ON!" And the army is disciplined. Young people who beat
their bodies into submission. Every soldier would take a bullet for his
comrade at arms. The tatoo on their backs boasts, "For me to live is
Christ, to die is gain." Sacrifice fuels the fire of victory in their
upward eyes.
WINNERS. MARTYRS. WHO CAN STOP THEM?
Can hormones hold them back? Can failure succeed? Can fear scare them or
death kill them? And the generation prays like a dying man - with groans
beyond talking, with WARRIOR CRIES, sulfuric tears and with great loads of
laughter. Whatever it takes, they will give. Breaking the rules. Shaking the
mediocrity from its cozy little hide. Laying down their rights and their
previous little wrongs, laughing at labels, fasting essentials. The
advertisers cannot mold then. Hollywood cannot mold them. Peer pressure is
powerless to shake their resolve at late night parties. They are incredibly
cool, dangerously attractive inside. On the outside? They hardly care. They
wear clothes like a costume to communicate and celebrate, but NEVER TO HIDE.
Would they surrender their image or popularity? They would lay down their very
lives, swap seats with the "guilty-as-hell" man on death row--a
throne for an electric chair. With blood, sweat and many tears, with sleepless
nights and fruitless days, they pray as if it all depends on God and live as
if it all depends on them.
Their DNA chooses Jesus. He breathes out, they breathe in. Their
subconscious sings. They had a blood transfusion with Jesus. Their words make
the demons scream in shopping centers. Don't you hear them coming? Herald the
weirdo's! Summon the losers and the freaks. Here comes the frightened and
forgotten with fire in their eyes. They walk tall and trees applaud,
skyscrapers bow, mountains are dwarfed by these children of another dimension.
Their prayers summon the hounds of heaven and invoke the ancient dream of
Eden. AND THIS VISION WILL BE. IT WILL COME TO PASS; IT WILL COME EASILY; IT
WILL COME SOON.
How do I know? Because this is the LONGING OF CREATION ITSELF, THE GROANING
OF THE SPIRIT, THE VERY DREAM OF GOD. Tomorrow is HIS today. My distant hope
is His 3D. My feeble whispered faithless prayer invokes a thunderous,
resounding, bone-shaking "AMEN!" from countless angels, from heroes
of the faith and from Christ Himself. HE is the original Dreamer, the ULTIMATE
WINNER and the LEADER of the WARRIORS OF THE NEW MILLENNIUM GUARANTEED!
A man possessed, Kim Clement
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