Smoke drifts into the air as the grill is fired up and the old grease begins to burn away as the coals begin to glow red-hot.  The tent has been up for a while now and those who know about us have begun to gather.  The musicians are unpacking their instruments and the speakers are put into position for the day’s events. Next to the park is the tracks for the L Train, which runs overhead above Kensington Avenue racing through every half hour drowning out the sounds around you, but you get used to it and after awhile you don’t even seem to notice it. Soon hundreds of people will be gathering around as God’s anointing brings them in.

Some of the people we know, the sight of the tent or the odor of burgers grilling on the barbeque draws the rest. Some lounge around us having nowhere to go and the gnawing in their bellies keep them tied to the park.   Others live here in Harrowgate Park or at least do their business here.  All sidewalks lead to the center of the park where the lords of drugs disperse their runners to deliver their wares.  Walking on the sidewalk along Kensington Ave. are the many prostitutes vying for customers that have their own demons.

But why would anyone be here, in the middle of Philadelphia in this needle-invested park?

I experienced it first in Mozambique but I didn’t realize it till I was half way back home. On the plane ride back home someone asked me where I was coming from and what was I doing there and suddenly it hit me from out of nowhere. It felt like an arrow that seemingly came out of nowhere had pierced my heart.  Out of the hands of the Father it came and hitting its mark it released within me the love for the fatherless.  No arrow can shoot itself, someone who has strength and precision must propel it. God in His unseen ways hit the mark and I began to weep.  What was it?  It was the compassion of the Father for the forgotten and now here half the world away I felt that same arrow hitting its mark once again. When I felt it I knew that the same Spirit that hovered over the country of Mozambique is now on our streets, hovering over the prostitutes and fatherless, the abandoned and homeless.

We are here at Harrowgate Park in Philadelphia, the home of the founding of this great nation of ours to see Revival. We are not here to begin a soup kitchen or a church though any one of these would be great and of God. We are here to spark revival, to see God come in great power bringing deliverance, healing, salvation and restoration to His forgotten children. God has got to come because our programs are just not working.

Come along, join hands with ours and we just may see Revival come upon our land!