In worship on Easter, we sang a song that made me think of the Israelites marching around the wall of Jericho 7 times, and what an unbelievable sight it must have been to see the walls of Jericho crumble in front of them because of their faith. I wished I could have been there — to see that miracle; to see God move in such a powerful way. I wished I lived then. I wished I had been one of them.

Then the Lord impressed this upon me:

They wished they were you.


Because you get to live after the Messiah came; you get to know Me in a way they never could.

Hmm. Good point.

That’s why the Bible says John the Baptist was the greatest prophet of all time, but is the least of all those who believe in Me.

Oh… Right.

And you get to see more miracles than they ever did, and you get to see Me move in powerful ways all the time. You just don’t realize how incredible what you’re experiencing is. Look around you. Do you see the walls crumbling?

Tears started streaming down my cheeks as I realized how powerfully the Holy Spirit was moving among us in that moment, and how generations of Israelites longed for this kind of presence among them.

They wished they were me.