Voice from the Eastern Gate

I would like to inspire you with a Word about the incomprehensible ways of God. There are ways that are not comprehensible to us. We must stand and make an emphasis that many of the ways of God will be incomprehensible to us. “The voice of Your thunder was in the whirlwind (heavenly circle); the lightnings illuminated the world; the earth trembled and shook” (Psalms 77:18).

Today we say that Isaac is the brother of Ishmael. But if we don't go further than that, we'll hit a dead end. The Lord said these words: “And as for Ishmael, I have heard you. Behold, I have blessed him, and will make him fruitful, and will multiply him exceedingly. He shall beget twelve princes, and I will make him a great nation.  But My covenant I will establish with Isaac, whom Sarah shall bear to you at this set time next year.” (Genesis 17:20-21).

We will talk about a paradigm shift in prayer connected with a change in our maturity. As we ascend in maturity, we ascend in prayer and watch ourselves how our prayer changes. There are a few sections where it happens

Recently, one soul asked one brother a difficult question about prayer. It was a question about prayer that Christians don’t understand so deeply. And he should have answered in the negative. But he didn’t do this, saying: "I look at it from a different angle and I will answer you from a different angle."

And when things go like this, everything collapses, one question arises. A Man who wants to forgive, and God wants to forgive - for everything - He asks a question to a man who “smells” fish: “Do you love me?” And that’s it! This rushes through everything, rises above everything, accelerates everything – don’t have to go and chronologically “sort out” all crosswords – how it all happened. “Do you love Me?” - pierces and accelerates recovery. And he replies: "I love you, Lord!"

We impact time, make effect on certain processes, not only yield to them, but push and move them. I think “moving mountains” is also about time. These are mountains of seasons, mountains of stages, mountains of times; we can cast…