MIGHTY BY HIS SPIRIT
BY: RAY PRINZING
“This is the word of the Lord unto Zerubbabel, saying, Not by might, nor by power, but by My Spirit, saith the Lord of hosts.”
How desperately the world seeks to marshal their forces, to give a show of strength, to unify and consolidate, so that by the very weight of their numbers they hope to gain an advantage. While in contra-distinction to this, God is separating, drawing to Himself in a path of aloneness, to
The Lord would apprehend a man to bring deliverance to His people Israel, and He sent an angel to appear unto Gideon while he was threshing wheat by the winepress, to hide it from the Midianites. The angel said to him,
The world would seek for talents rare,
The gifted men, the doctrinaire,
The outer form with beauty fair,
And on them all its glory share.
The noble and the mighty rise
To blaze across the azure skies,
To claim again some earthly prize,
Their hopes and dreams immortalize.
How different is the higher way,
As God doth mold vessels of clay.
To choose the weak to take the prey,
The things of naught for vict’ry’s day.
For thus He strips and bruises sore,
And multiplies the pressures more;
Then uses troubles for the door
Into His fullness, heav’nly store.