It’s Time to Dance – A Visitation January 2008  (some parts may upset some people)

by Julie Meyer (worship leader at the International House of Prayer, Kansas City)

The seemingly forgotten of the earth were those whom the Lord called His friends.

I saw children lying on the ground with flies on their skin, and I saw them pass from this horrible life to the next and the minute they awakened in eternity, He was there, for each one.  NOT ONE of them is forgotten in His eyes.

The sadness of what I was seeing, along with the agonizing pain my body felt, left me crying and crying.  The Lord came over to me and got right up in my face and I thought it would be about me; I thought He would notice my pain, at that moment, but He said,

“Until your heart is torn and ripped like your flesh is now, you do not know My friends.”

It was absolutely more than I could take in.  I was right there watching children die, mothers take their last breath, disease spreading, and young girls being sold and He kept saying,

“Until your heart is torn and ripped like your flesh is now, you do not know My friends.  You do not know me.”

Then when I sunk into a heap of tears, to my surprise, He got right into my face, eye to eye, and said in a low whisper,

“It is time to dance.”

He said it like it was His secret weapon, the dance…..

He started doing this dance with His feet, like a stomping.  Those perfect feet that revealed the very scars of death and life were dancing this rhythmic, tribal stomp – the feet of the Lord who stomps out injustice.  It was the most powerful dance and stomp I have very witnessed.  To watch the Lord Himself, with scars of passion, dance upon the injustice of His friends.  He said it again,

“Until your heart is torn and ripped in two, you do not know My friends.  You do not know me.”

Then He grabbed my hand again and we headed right straight through the centre of the earth and again, I could feel the horrible pain of my skin and flesh ripping and tearing right off of my bones and that thunderous sound as we were blasting right through the earth.

All of a sudden we were standing in a doctor’s office, like a clinic. 

My first thought was of myself and how much pain I was in.  I felt as if I had no skin on my bones, like it had all been ripped off.

He said again,

“I want you to meet My friends.”

I looked around and I saw a trash can filled with babies.  I could see heads and hands and tiny feet and babies filled trashcan after trashcan.  Some were still alive and moving, their skin was burned, some of their heads were crushed, some were completely whole, their eyes wide open and staring.

I felt as if I was in shock. 

The Lord looked right up into my eyes with His eyes, and He said,

“Until your heart is ripped and torn like your flesh, you do not know My friends.  These are My friends.”

I could feel the very thoughts of the Lord.

“Oh, the silent of the earth; the seemingly forgotten ones.  YOU ARE NOT FORGOTTEN!  YOU ARE NOT FORGOTTEN!”

They were silent in that room on earth, but they had a voice that has the ear of the Father, God Almighty.

I stood there sobbing and sobbing and then He got right in my face again, right up close to my eyes, and said in a low whisper,

“It’s time to dance.”

He started that New Dance with those perfect feet that tread the high places of the earth, now those feet were dancing and stomping, right in the middle of this abortion clinic.  It was so powerful.  It was always at the time when I was the most broken and the most undone that He would say,

“It is time to dance.  It’s time to war, to dance is to war.”

It was the Judge stomping out injustice, with His very own feet and He said,

“Just wait until the earth joins me in this dance, few have joined me and I am extending the invitation but you can only dance when your heart is the most torn and broken.”