RAINMAKERS

My new favorite place in Wales is Soar y Mynydd. I have been up there several times to pray for Revival. As with many beautiful locations, the journey is part of the adventure. Just as you exit Llandovery you turn right and drive up the valley for thirty minutes, until you reach Soar y Mynydd. The joy I feel is amazing. The sounds of trees whooshing as they play with the wind, the gurgling bubbling chatter of streams and rivers as they make their way to wherever they are going, is music to the ears. Even the grass hisses as the wind blows between her blades. During my first visit I saw many trees that had been snapped by strong winds. I personally do not remember ever seeing damage to forests like this in Wales. I had seen it many times in the Midwest of America because of Tornados. So, seeing these trees snapped by wind has stuck with me. I have already written that I feel it is a symbol of the stiff relgious orders in Wales being broken, like Hezekiah broke the Asherah poles, "H...

I found this photo on Facebook the other day. It is a photo of a familiar spot on the mountain road between Ponsticill and Talybont. I have spent much time at this location. On one occasion my friend, Tefion, almost fell off the edge of the lower waterfall, whilst we were there at night. When I saw this photo I stopped and looked at it for a few minutes. I love the perspective of the waterfalls and trees in light of the mountain behind. One other image that is burned into my memory, is from another night time hike I did with my friend, Teifion, up from the Storey Arms to Corn Du. I have been up Corn Du and Pen-y-Fan in all weathers and seasons, but this one night will stay with me forever. The moutains were covered in snow. There was not a cloud in the sky, and a billion stars watched us as we traversed the snow covered path. Tefion and I made our way up the pitch. On a sunny day this pitch is deceptively steep. It looks ok from a distance, but once your feet hit that last pitch leadin...

In Part 1 I introduced you to an angel called Navad. So, why did Navad come? I'm still not totally sure, but I believe it has to do with Revival. Angels usually only speak if they have a message from heaven. For years I have been fascinated with, and have marvelled over the account of Philip in the Book of Acts. Here are the two verses that I love, "Now an angel of the Lord said to Philip , 'Rise and go toward the south to the road that goes down from Jerusalem to Gaza.' This is a desert place...And the Spirit said to Philip , 'Go over and join this chariot.'" (Acts 8:26 and 30) I have known the voice of the Holy Spirit for most of my life. However, since angels have never really spoken to me audibly like this (except for one occasion), I have marvelled why there is a distinction here in scripture. Firstly, the angel gives clear instruction, then secondly, the Holy Spirit gives instruction, why didn't the Holy Spirit do both? I do have some possible ...

  I want to tell you about Navad, an angel who has visited me several times since 2017. The above picture is an AI generated picture. I simply typed into Microsoft Designer - A nomadic figure facing me in the desert, dressed in grey, with a cloud covering his feet - and this is what came out. The designer also provided variations of this photo, which I will share throughout this post, and part 2. The purpose for me using AI was simply because I could not draw what I saw. I am a visual person, so visions help me process encounters with God. Navad first visted me in 2017, during a time of worship at our church. I must be careful here to say that I do not see angels with my physical eyes. I see them with my spiritual eyes. I am humbled that I see at all, and I have asked God to open my physical eyes more, because I know people who see angels with their physical eyes. However, when it comes to the things of the Spirit, the Lord has been gracious to let me see with spiritual eyes. I am...

  Let me tell you about a wonderful couple called Dick and Gladys Funnell. They have become my new best friends. Just one visit with them and I was impacted. Dick and Gladys moved here from America in the early 2000's to pray for Revival. God orchestrated it beautifully. Over the years they have connected with, and championed those who are for revival. They know so many people because of this, and with keen eyes, like spiritual meterologists, they scan the heavens for the coming rains of God, or Fire, which they equally seem to love. They are true Revival People, true Rainmakers!   On Tuesday the 11th of February 2025, I went to spend the day with Dick and Gladys, along with my father and mother. The last three Tuesdays have been ones of encounter. The first two were spent making a pilgrimage to Soar Y Mynydd, near Tregaron. Last Tuesday we met them at the Chapel in Blaenannerch. They warned us to layer up as it would be cold in the church. They spend a lot of time prayin...

When I was a younger man, with energy and time to burn, my view of being radical was running as hard as you could for God. It was measured by "doing" things for Him, in doing as much as you could for Him. This led to a performance based relationship. Granted, I got to do a lot of cool things, and most of it was sincere, but there was still this drive inside of me for approval through actions. "Look! Look! I'm doing well! I'm on fire for God!". Many who knew me then would have no idea of this internal dialgoue or struggle. Or maybe they did, and I was the clueless one. Either way, I got to do a lot of cool things. A few years ago, during a time of prayer, I had a vision. In the vision I was standing on a road next to a field. In the distance I could see what looked liked Jesus, and he was waving His arm. I waved back. I remember thinking out loud in the vision, "Oh it's Jesus! He's waving at me. Wait? He's not waving, He's beckoning me to...