Time to Feel His Compassion so Others Can Feel HIs Love

I believed in the Holy Spirit in my younger days , but never knew about the manifestation or baptism of it.When I became born again in my college days, I was amazed at the ability to feel the power of the Holy Spirit. Instantly, I wanted to share this power with others in hopes that they would experience it too. Evangelism immediately became part of my life; but it wasn't so much organized evangelism, because at the time I didn't even know that theological term; rather it was simply just telling others about Jesus. And whether they had previously heard the Gospel or not, I was excited to pray with them. After the "amen" and as soon as I could lift up my bowed head up and open my eyes, the first words that blurted out of my mouth was "Did you feel it?" I didn't understand all the theological doctrines or terms of infilling or baptism of the Holy Ghost, but I naively , yet zealously wanted people to know that God's power is real.The answers varied from some definite affirmations to other blank stares. I soon realized that while, some were more receptive to God than others; not everyone was receiving the same encounter that I hoped. But I was on the right track, because evangelism was and is Christ's clear directive to God's endtime plan of reaching the world. But what I would soon discover is that it's intense intercessory prayer and soul travail that fuels God's plan of redemption; birthing His power in the Earth; so that multitudes can receive Him and know His Power.
Meanwhile, there was a weird dichotomy within my understanding. On one hand, I was dumbfounded at the number of Christians that did love God passionately--especially when I visited a Spirit filled Christian college and from the moment I stepped in to the sanctuary, I felt like I had been transported to heaven. God's Presence was such a tangible cloud. The new experience of His corporate anointing for me was the paradox of utopia coupled with a painful remorse for my former obviousiness, as I rhetorically wondered how could I have not known about God's nearness beforehand, like all the students there that apparently did.
But on the other hand, even when I was not in such a corporate sanctuary setting, the outpouring of God's anointing was still so present that it was hard to conceive the thought that everyone around me wasn't experiencing such power. It was hard to understand why they wouldn't be; even though it was obviously confirmed through fiercely hurled persecution at times. It wasn't a matter of pride--I certainly was aware of the fact that I was not transformed to perfection. But God's presence was so overwhelming that it only seemed logical to me that others were receiving some measure of the outpouring, and if not, then it was easily accessible by yielding to it. So, one night I was talking on the phone to an estranged boyfriend and I just couldn't resist the curiousity. I had to ask, "Do you feel it?" It was a serious question at the time, because I was really convinced that either he did or could. But his nonplussed response certainly revealed that not everyone feels it, nor is wiling to yield their hearts.. And the reality of that fact, tore my heart more as other loved ones couldn't relate to my new passion. I was cognizant of the fact that I was no longer considered normal. I won't diminsh the pain of that realization, nor can I wholey describe it with words, but just that it so apparently revealed the blantant rejection of Christ in daily conversations and proprieties. Above all, it enlightened me to deeper understand the necessity of Jesus death, burial and resurrection. Not just for society at large, but for me personally. It opened my eyes to see that I had so conveniently followed the crowd in rejecting total surrender to Christ, due to pride and selfishness.Those pangs let me see how spiritual darkness subtly hardens individuals, to accept a compromised life that despises God through pride, selfishness and comfort. This revelation hit home so hard , that it ripped my heart in repentance. Without a shadow of a doubt, I knew it was me Jesus died for; because it was my sins that nailed Him to the cross, all the while it was others that He paid the price for too. He took upon Himself our punishment that wasso deserving, so that we can have the opportunity to be forgiven and reconciled to God. What amazing love God has for us. That while we loved darkness more than light, He still sent HIs Son to pay the price so that we can receive eternal life.
Many more sobering truths came; in more heartbreaking ways than one, confirming that we are still in a fallen world and that God's redemption in my life was and is just a part of His great worldwide plan; which didn't happen to consumate at the moment of my new birth. But I came to the revelation that if the pain of that realty is responded to from God's persepective then He will use our response to bring resolve. And because He is the only resolve, we are called to stand in the gap for individuals and nations; beckoning God's mighty intervention.In other words, ....here's where prayers, tears, travail and worship come in. When we humble ourselves to tap into God's heartbeat; He will use us to manifest His Kingdom in the Earth. The more salvation is sent forth through fervent intercession, the more His kingdom manifests, bringing redemption and deliverance.
As the years went by, through revelation, encounters, salvations and testimonies an even greater realty of God's glorious kingdom became apparent to me, but it didn't completely drowned out the  hissing of the creeping serpent; especially not when the hissing magnified vehemently at times. It was heard on more levels than one, but I am referring to the large scale of society and how local news could sting with shocking reminders of how prevalent evil is in the hearts of the depraved. Regardless of how many wonderful Christians I knew, the weekly schedule of prayer, Bible Study and fellowship was obviously not the weekly routine of all families, nor did all uphold priorities that sought the best for others. Of course, this was clear through almost any type of media.
But an even greater awakening came through my awareness of riveting atrocities of murder, violence and abuse. It's not that I hadn't ever heard about committed atrocities,or atrocious news before, it's just that I didn't have Christ's heart of response to deeply care for the victims or the revelation to see the spiritual battle at hand. But the deplorable facts revealed that where unregenerate men exist, so do victims. And when Christ's love opened the eyes of my heart to see and to care , I saw both the abuser and victim's need for deliverance; and through the power of the Holy Spirit, I could feel the dire pain of the need , as if it were my own. It erupted in wails of Christ's compassion; breaking my heart and compelling me to cry out to God for deliverance and redemption. I felt the agony in the heart of abused children, because spiritual darkness raged against fraility. A deep grieving for Christ's intervention, overtook me for the lives almost snuffed out by anger's vengeneance on the weak. And the more I knelt at Jesus feet to hear His heartbeat for the nations, I heard the blaring truth that confirmed; no, not everyone feels God's power. Some only feel hatred,anger, hurt, rejection and sorrow. Others only feel unbearable pangs of hunger because spiritual darkness has reaped physical curses of poverty, famine, disease and death. They don't have to bear this burden alone. Christ interceded for our salvation and as we surrender to His heart for the hurting; He imparts a longing within us to intercede for others.
Though both, the joyful and agonizing answer to my initial question, has resounded louder and louder in my life, as I have seen the kingdom of God advancing and simultaneously became more cognizant of the staggering number of lost and suffering souls.The truth of the latter hurts more now than it did then--because I know that the pain in the Earth is not limited to the isolated incidents heard on the local news, but rather such atrocities are rampant worldwide. It's not just a fallen suburb, but a fallen world we live in-- millions of girls and women are sold are into sexual slavery annually, hundreds of millions of people across the globeare starving daily, genocide in Africa is slaughtering masses of innocent lives , and abortion and child abuse are in staggering numbers---and beyond all the volume of these cries, are the eternal cries of torment in damnation yet to be heard by so many more, unless their souls are plucked; like firebrands, out of the fire. The need for redemption is greater than ever before. How can we, as the Body of Christ, stay silent when there's still a world out there that needs God's transforming power that changes lives?
As we take our eyes off ourselves and prayerfully consider others whose lives are ravished by darkness, God will use us mightily and through the power of the Holy Spirit, the love of Christ will manifest with great empathy and compassion, stirring us to weep and cry out. And as we cry out and travail for others, God will send salvation. He will intervene, manifest and save multitudes.Our heart-filled prayers and soul travail will move the hand of God in the Earth; fueling God's redemption plan. Many will respond with a resounding YES as they feel His touch, come to understand His love and power, and advance His Kingdom; now and eternally.