Transformation in Nanoseconds

We needed a transformation of circumstances dispatched from heaven. Our small living room filled as one by one believing friends came in and embraced us. No refreshments—a total of maybe five or six—we clutched hands, formed a circle, and began to pray. A song built in my heart and I softly sang…

“Holy holy, holy, Lord

God of power and Might,

Heaven and earth are filled with your glory.

Hosanna, Hosanna, in the highest…”

The song grew louder as others joined and our voices strengthened in praise. Oh, the majesty of this song! Hands unclasped and rose in the air. God’s Spirit—so large in the room—drove us to our knees and then prostrate. Over what? An infant. A baby girl of promise—our Megan Hope—far away in South Korea. We were praying her home, you see. Believing God for miracles.

Last night as I was trying to fall asleep, I asked the Lord; “Father, when I wake up in the morning, would you give me a song in my heart?” But I awoke to a silly song in my head. Brushing on mascara I realized it was going around and around inside me.

Dressed, I retreated to my special place where I meet with my Daddy. As I reached for my Bible, I heard:

“Holy holy, holy, Lord

God of power and Might,

Heaven and earth are filled with your glory.

Hosanna, Hosanna, in the highest…”

I sat down and the memory of us praying with friends for our daughter came back to me like it was yesterday. We prayed until well after midnight that evening, just a small but faith-filled group. How much had it mattered?

I opened my Bible at random this morning, all the while listening to “Hosanna Hosanna” on YouTube, and of all days, it fell to the twenty-first chapter of Matthew. The source of this anointed worship music stared back at me from the page.

The moment hushed, and God whispered. “Send this. Send this to Megan in Nashville. Tell her how you prayed over her before she ever came home, and how you celebrated over her with this song. Tell others how one small prayer meeting among believers in the warmth of a home can make such a difference and cause transformation.

You see, we’re all children really, but the ones in this passage of scripture though young had seized hold of who Jesus really was. They had a revelation the religious leaders couldn’t fathom. These babes were singing—save now—the meaning of Hosanna. They were singing Jesus toward the cross and His destiny. A few religious people thought our prayer meetings foolish, and told us our dreams were farfetched; still, we believed for a future transformation.

That long ago night, we were singing to God, but did we really understand the meaning and the power of the word Hosanna? We were singing—save now—save now—one little child, Lord. Bring her home to her family. Don’t leave her an orphan. Send her to a place where she’ll know you.

Megan returned my message awhile ago with emojis—a halo, a smile, double hearts in a swirl, and praying hands. Then she said, “Made me tear up, and I’m at work.” Do you think she’ll be a blessing to someone today?

This is how our Father moves, plants, and works in us to make transformation happen. Years can melt away in a moment’s time in His presence and transformation of futures in nanoseconds.

 But when the chief priests and scribes saw the wonderful things that He did, and the children crying out in the temple saying, “Hosanna to the Son of David!” they were indignant and said to him, “Do you hear what these are saying?” And Jesus said to them, “Yes. Have you never read, ‘out of the mouth of babes and nursing infants You have perfected praise’?”

Matthew 21:15-16 (Psalm 8) (NKJ)

 For where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them. (KJB2000)

Matthew 18:20

If you’d like to listen to this extraordinary song from Kent Henry/ All Hail King Jesus/ Hosanna! Music (1985), click here:

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