Have you ever been some where you know you have been before? Seen the same people? Deja vu? What if it was true that you had really been there? That happened to me last night.

I was in a meeting in our fellowship. A meeting of leaders. A meal to bless them to be followed by a worship time and sharing by a great friend, Randall Worley.

The dinner was fabulous. A meal prepared by some of the great folks in our church fellowship. The table extended some 75 feet with leaders on both sides. Everything was moving along. Conversations were great. And then I realized. I have been here!

I began to see people I did not know and knew them. The night was on. My trip had begun. I took a short walk to recalibrate my thoughts, offering up a quick conversation with the Lord.

As I walked into the sanctuary the presence of God was “thick”. In fact it reminded me of some early days in Toronto 1994. I began to see things appear. As people came in and the atmosphere pulsed, memories of different places and times began to appear.

The worship began and from note one it gathered life and faith, changing the atmosphere. I saw angels appear. I saw this green light begin to dance about. At first it swirled, but then it became greater and moved further over the heads of the worshippers.

It was if there was something resident in the people, in the building, even in the earth that was singing out. I could hear a low groan as if the earth was giving up breath. And then I saw saints of old.

At this point I would like to say there were a few themes of the night that I think people will identify with or recognize when things begin to move.

The first is leaders. Leaders coming together for the region in a corporate setting changes things. It is a collaboration orchestrated by God to change things.

The second was the sound. Many years ago I taught on worship and the “sounds of the ground”. I early on recognized the fingerprint of God on a village or a town. I saw the history that predicated the destiny. Last night Randall touched on it and he called it a memory of holiness. It stirred me. (When I moved to one town I could feel revival. Gathering. God. Years later I found we held our tent meeting on the spot.)

The third is when people of all tribes come together to worship Him.

Only yesterday morning I wrote about the game changer of the atmosphere of love. Last night I witnessed it. I believe yesterday’s deja vu was important. It revealed something that had been wrapped by time to be revealed in our now.

I awoke this morning to a powerful thought. What if we began to walk around our homes, our communities with new eyes. The kind that says “what did you look like” in heaven? Because my desire is to see it here.