Western Christianity, as we have known it, is fading into obscurity. Transfer growth passes for growth, and success is measured by the world's standards. Hypocrisy is epidemic (beware the leaven). Postmoderns have walked away and will not be returning.

Institutionalized and ineffective, congregations compete with one another, circling their wagons and attempting to fend off the darkness. The slouch toward Gomorra continues.

Like the reptiles of another age, congregations shiver in the coldness searching for any glimmer of hope. But their current spiritual perceptions and traditions keep them from seeing that hope is on the way.

These times are very much like the times of Jesus before his resurrection. There is a famine of fresh bread, of fresh wisdom and revelation. Few people discern the times, much less know what to do. Swelling predictions and proclamations fall to the earth like dust. People run hither and yon searching for the latest new thing, new preacher, new miracle worker.

Idolatry is rewarded. Wealth rules. ME is the game. Would you care for a latte with your inspiring sermon? Spirits of greed and deception play freely among us. And who takes care of the least of them?

A measuring rod is dropping into the nations -- even this one. The great shaking has begun. Israel has gone home. David's sacred ten is being pitched outside the gate.

The least likely are being repositioned around the globe, networking below the kosmocrator's radar. Beware when the army stirs. The old ones who belong in the gates are being prodded by the Spirit to step forward and to pick up their mantels. Watchmen are being stationed in the streets, on the walls and in the fields.

Unknown apostolic and prophetic people are discovering their life's calling. Few recognize them and they like it that way. Once new wineskins are becoming antiques. Incarnational wineskins appear though the fog of confusion. Jesus and Elijah await. Melchizedek smiles.

Had enough of the age of reason? Tired of stale bread and old milk? Haven't tasted real meat in years? Weary of the shallow end of the pool?

BeyondTheGate.org is bringing clear water, freshly baked bread, and wisdom and revelation to the body of the anointed one. You are humbly invited to the edge.

The wind blows where it wishes and you hear the sound of it, but do know know where it comes from and where it is going. So is everyone who is born of the Spirit.