The power of one’s personal faith is a profound and mysterious force that binds us all, regardless of denomination. We, as human beings, are inherently temporary. This fact has been known for millennia, and it has shaped our view of the world, (and what’s beyond), from the dawn of man’s sentience.
We don’t have proof of what’s next, at least not in some tidy scientific package that checks all of the boxes and dots all the i’s. We have faith instead of proof, and that personal connection to whatever lies on the other side of this human existence is a powerful reminder that we are all in this together.
For some, the mysterious, divine nature of the world around us leads credence to these beliefs. We see signs, symbols, visions – if we are brave enough to admit it – and coincidence when we aren’t ready to speak the language of our personal faith.
In either case, the coming together of signs and forces can be felt and understood, regardless of the outward admittance, or lack thereof.
For many believers, history is riddled with instances of their God’s presence here on earth. The appearance of holy figures in everyday objects, such as Mother Mary in a slice of toast, may seem innocuous enough, but even this somewhat silly “sign” reaffirms those who need it most.
Sometimes, however, the signs from above are much more profound. Such was the case in a small Scottish town during the 1940’s.
In the late 1940’s a small cottage In Scotland on the Island of Lewis by in the village of Barvas lived two elderly women, Peggy and Christine Smith. They were eighty-four and eighty-two years old. Peggy was blind and her sister almost bent double with arthritis. Unable to attend public worship, their humble cottage became a sanctuary where they met with God. To them came the promise: “I will pour water upon him that is thirsty and floods upon the dry ground,” they pleaded this day and night in prayer. One night Peggy had a revelation, revival was coming and the church of her fathers would be crowded again with young people!
This vision may seem mundane at first, but what happened next reaffirmed the belief of a great many in Scotland.
Donald Smith was one of the first converts:
Among those converted the following night was a fifteen-year-old boy who became an outstanding helper in the revival. This lad became a “frontline” prayer-warrior. The preacher, Duncan Campbell, called at his home one day and found him on his knees in the barn with the Bible open before him. When interrupted he quietly said: “Excuse me a little, Mr. Campbell, I’m having an audience with the King.” Some of the most vivid outpourings of the Spirit during the revival came when he was asked to pray. In the police station in Barvas he stood up one night, simply clasped his hands together, and uttered one word – “Father.” Everyone was melted to tears as the Presence of God invaded the house. In Callenish, he prayed until the power of God laid hold on those who were dead in sins transforming them into living stones in the Church of Jesus Christ. But the most outstanding example of God’s anointing upon him was in Bernera, a small island off the coast of Lewis. Duncan was assisting at a Communion service; the atmosphere was heavy and preaching difficult, so he sent to Barvas for some of the men to come and assist in prayer. They prayed, but the spiritual bondage persisted, so much so that half way through his address Duncan stopped preaching. Just then he noticed this boy, visibly moved, under deep burden for souls. He thought: “That boy is in touch with God and living nearer to the Savior than I am.” So leaning over the pulpit he said: “Donald, will you lead us in prayer?” The lad rose to his feet and in his prayer made reference to the fourth chapter of Revelation, which he had been reading that morning: “Oh God, I seem to be gazing through the open door. I see the Lamb in the midst of the Throne, with the keys of death and of hell at His girdle.” He began to sob; then lifting his eyes toward heaven, cried: “O God, there is power there, let it loose!” With the force of a hurricane the Spirit of God swept into the building and the floodgates of heaven opened. The church resembled a battlefield. On one side many were prostrated over the seats weeping and sighing; on the other side some were affected by throwing their arms in the air in a rigid posture. God had come!
Over the course of the next several weeks, several instances of divine intervention were reported throughout the area, leading the populace into a renewed awareness of their faith.
After several weeks of praying like that, one evening, while the minister and church leaders (including both men and women) were praying in a barn, a young deacon read from Psalm 24:3-5.
Who shall ascend into the hill of the Lord?
or who shall stand in his holy place?
He that hath clean hands,
and a pure heart;
who hath not lifted up his soul unto vanity,
nor sworn deceitfully.
He shall receive the blessing from the Lord,
and righteousness from the God of his salvation.
When he closed his Bible he looked at the minister and the others and said,
“It seems to me to be so much humbug to be praying as we are praying, to be waiting as we are waiting, if we ourselves are not rightly related to God.”
He then prayed, “God, are my hands clean? Is my heart pure?”
Immediately, at around 3 a.m., the presence of God gripped every person present. It wasn’t only them that sensed this, for the entire village and larger surrounding area sensed that same awareness of God. The following day everyone was absorbed by the reality of eternal things.
This was merely the beginning. For months, the Outer Hebrides area was similarly stirred by the mysterious forces of the revival, cementing the event’s reputation as one of the most powerful instances of divinity on earth in modern day.
What’s more, is that there is a connection between this supernatural, spiritual event and our nation’s current political awakening.
Between 1949 and 1952 a wide spread revival swept through these islands in answer to the prayers of God’s people. This revival became knows as the Hebrides Revival.
Mary Anne Smith MacLeod, niece of the two intercessors of the Hebrides Revival, cousin of Donald Smith the 15 year old converted at the revival emigrated from the Hebridean Island of Lewis, off the west coast of Scotland, from where she emigrated to America and met a gentleman named Frederick Trump.
Mary Anne Smith MacLeod is reported to have met Frederick Trump at a dance where they fell in love. They married in January 1936, the wedding reception for the 25 guests being held at the Carlyle Hotel in Manhattan. On April 5, 1937, she gave birth to their first child Mary Anne Trump Barry, a United States Federal Judge, followed by Fredrick Jr. (1938–1981), Elizabeth (1942), Donald Trump 45th President of the United States (1946) and Robert (1948).
For those accepting of the possibility of political providence, they needn’t look much further than Washington DC for their own revival; one that will drain swamps and convert the non-believers both.
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