The Vision by Rick Joyner
THE RETURN OF THE EAGLES
The Wind of the Spirit
EPISODE 28
When the eagle looked upon the wounded, his countenance changed as well. In place of the fierce resoluteness he had previously exhibited, he was like a soft, compassionate old grandfather when gazing upon the wounded. The eagle opened his wings and began to gently flap them, stirring up a cool, refreshing breeze that flowed over the wounded. It was unlike any other breeze I had ever felt before. With each breath I was gaining strength and clarity of mind. Soon the wounded were standing and worshiping God with a sincerity that brought tears to my eyes.
Again I felt a profound shame at having scorned those who stayed on this level. They had seemed so weak and foolish to those of us who were ascending the mountain; but they had endured much more than we had, and they remained faithful.
God had kept them, and they loved Him with a great love.u
I looked up at the mountain. The eagles were all gently flapping their wings. Everyone on the mountain was being refreshed by the breeze they were stirring up, and we all began to worship the Lord. At first there was some discord between the worship coming from the different levels, but soon everyone on every level was singing in perfect harmony.
Never on earth had I heard anything that beautiful. I never wanted it to end. Soon I recognized it as the same worship that we had known in the Garden, but now it sounded even richer and fuller. I knew that it was because we were worshiping in the very presence of our enemies, in the midst of such darkness and evil surrounding the mountain, that it seemed so much more beautiful.
I do not know how long this worship lasted, but eventually the eagles stopped flapping their wings and it stopped. "Why did you stop?" I asked the eagle I had been talking with.
"Because now they are whole," he replied, indicating the wounded, who now were all standing and appeared to be in perfect condition. "True worship can heal any wound," he added.
"Please do it again," I begged.
"We wil do this many times, but it is not for us to decide when. The breeze that you felt was the Holy Spirit. He directs us; we do not direct Him. He has healed the wounded and has begun to bring about the unity that is required for the battles ahead. True worship also pours the precious oil upon the Head, Jesus. The oil then flows down over the entire body, making us one with Him and with each other.
"No one who comes into union with Him will remain wounded or unclean. His blood is pure life, and it flows through us when we are joined to Him. And when we are joined to Him we are also joined to the rest of the body, so that His blood flows through us all. Isn't that how you heal a wound to your body, by closing the wound so blood can flow to the wounded member and bring regeneration? Where a part of His body is wounded, we must join in unity with that part until it is fully restored. We are all one."
In the euphoria still left from the worship, this brief teaching seemed almost esoteric. Yet I knew it was very basic.
When the Holy Spirit moved, every word seemed glorious, regardless of how elementary it was. I was so filled with love that I wanted to hug everyone, including the fierce old eagles.
Then, like a jolt, I remembered the mighty warriors who had just been captured. The eagle sensed this but did not say anything. He just watched me intently. Finally, I spoke up, "Can we recover those who were just lost?"
"Yes. It is right for you to feel what you do," the eagle finally said. "We are not complete, and our worship is not complete, until the whole body is restored. Even in the most glorious worship, in the very presence of the King, we will feel this emptiness until all are one—because our King also feels it.
"We all grieve for our brothers in bondage, but we grieve even more for the heart of our King. Though you love each of your children, you would be particularly concerned for the one who was sick or wounded. The King loves all of His children too, but the wounded and oppressed have most of His attention now. For His sake, we must not quit until all have been recovered. As long as any are wounded, He is wounded."