Walking in the River

By Patrick Hawthorne

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For four days straight, I walked in the river.  No, not a natural river…it was a river flowing out from the throne room of God.  It was a river of His glory.  Even now, I am straining to choose words that will accurately express the goodness of His manifested presence… they are not to be found.

To walk in His glory is to lose all sense of self and to allow His wonderful peace, the peace which passes all understanding, to flow over you like a cocoon, softly enveloping you to the point where time becomes meaningless.  Even now, as I tap away at this keyboard, I feel His presence.  Such peace…such joy; like a hand resting gently upon my head.  Some might say what I’m feeling is all in my mind, concocted from the over active imagination of a brain yearning to escape the cares and confines of this world.  If you knew me personally, you would know that it is not so.

It happened like a gentle breeze.  Many in the congregation, a group of nearly one-thousand, were praising God…worshiping our Heavenly Father.  We were of one accord.  Suddenly, a holy presence began to flow.  I don’t know from which direction the flow came or which direction it moved, but one by one the voices were silenced.  Eventually the only sound that could be heard was the sound of the air conditioning system clicking on and off.  Occasionally I would hear the soft cry of a woman as she wept, overcome by God’s Holy Spirit as He moved about, touching, healing…delivering.

Looking up, I saw a small haze hovering around the top of the auditorium.  I had read about God’s glory appearing as a cloud, but I had never seen it before.  Although what I saw was not thick like a cloud, I knew that I knew that God was present. “For where two or three are gathered together in My name, I am in the midst of you.”  Jesus was in the midst of this worshiping congregation.

The days of playing church are coming to an end.  God so wants to move among His children in order to empower His children to boldly move among the world.  Yet, He is not coming back for a puffed up church,  a church full of anger and theological arguments.  He is coming back for a worshiping Church.  He is coming back for a Church who is willing to step into the river, not ankle deep but a river too deep to stand.  Be blessed.


And when the man went out to the east with the line in his hand, he measured one thousand cubits, and he brought me through the waters; the water came up to my ankles. Again he measured one thousand and brought me through the waters; the water came up to my knees. Again he measured one thousand and brought me through; the water came up to my waist. Again he measured one thousand, and it was a river that I could not cross; for the water was too deep, water in which one must swim, a river that could not be crossed. (Ezekiel 47:3-5 NKJV)


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8 comments on “Walking in the River
  1. Amen brother. Nothing like being in His manifested presence.


  2. Jules says:

    We had a good old fashioned baptism in the Holy Spirit meeting last night. I saw your river, crystal blue, sweet and quenching to the thirst and along the banks were rows of trees, their roots in the water lush, green and fruitful – their leaves for the healing of the nations.

    It is time to stop playing indeed. Time to drink and drink deep, to be satisfied by Him and give out what we get.


    • Amen!!!! He is moving… I have heard more testimonies from other churches saying the same. We must be willing to build for Him a dwelling place, not only in our hearts but within our individual church communities. God longs for corporate worship.

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  3. Steven Sawyer says:

    Oh, I want to swim in that river. Thanks for sharing. It must have thrilled your hearts.

    Liked by 1 person

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