The Anticipation is Building (Pre-Ramp)

I arrived in Fort Myers from the Greyhound Thursday at noon time. I had a few hours to get settled in, put my things down, take a shower, and eat something before meeting a group of men from CCM so we could begin driving to Alabama for the Men's Ramp.

I had major difficulties during my trip to Florida. At one point, I was in danger of missing my transfer in Atlanta, and would have had to miss the Ramp altogether. I have been wanting to go to the Ramp for months now. I watch it online as often as I can, but it becomes hard to watch over the internet knowing that you aren't getting the full effect as you would if you were in the middle of the Anointing. As the time comes to be at the Ramp, there is a certain measure of anticipation that seems to be reaching a crescendo in terms of the weight of the moment.

I met up with the guys from CCM, and met for the first time, many men I have not known before. Almost instantly though, we clicked, and began driving to Alabama. I now sit in front of my laptop in the hotel room waiting until 4pm so we can begin the short journey to the Ramp. I tried to lay down for abit, but found that even during my dream, I had the urge to be awake. I had a short dream about the Ramp in which the Ramp was sharing a counter top with another group. We had soda, water, etc, and they had liquor and booze. Some of us felt uneasy about sharing this space with the other group, but no one wanted to keep an eye on it because the Ramp was in the middle of a message and none of us wanted to miss it. Some even said, "well, they have their side, and we have ours, and everything is fine." When I heard a couple people voice the same thought, I stood up and stated that I will watch over our side. I said this because I had concerns about the other group taking out things, or trying to "mix" their liquors into "our" drinks. Right after this I woke up.

I now sit here, trying to ponder and focus in on what to expect at the Ramp tonight. I am so excited about going I honestly do not believe I can express it adequately with words. God is doing something very special in the midst of Southwest Florida. I have heard reports and rumors from friends, but now I see it plain as day. This is a group that is not content to have "church" on Sunday morning anymore. They want a MOVE of God. This is a group that will go to battle over issues that just a few years ago would have simply been accepted.

I am not sure how it happened, but I find myself in the middle of something extraordinary, and I seem to "fit" within its boarders. It has been a VERY long time since I had the same feeling of 'belonging' and this time I know it is for a purpose.

Some of the guys are taking a nap. Some are walking around. I find myself writing, and thinking about what God is doing in our midst. I feel like I am on the edge of a immersion which I have never experienced before. And I no longer want to be immersed. I no longer want to be submerged. I want to be drowned. I want to be crushed. Crush depth. The point where the pressure is so strong, that it simply causes an implosion within the vessel. That is what I want.