Generally, Christ gives people very specific visions and revelations to strengthen them for the next phase of their journeys.
However, Heidi Baker’s wonderful vision of Christ has been both applicable and comforting to me in a very different calling–as a businesswoman and writer.
Here it is, with some background: Heidi has a complete physical, and perhaps emotional breakdown and is “sick and exhausted” after over twenty years of 18 hour days serving the poor, in Indonesia, Hong Kong and then Mozambique.
She goes to the Toronto Airport Fellowship because Rolland has just returned from there, “full of faith and compassion,” having had “a dramatically great time with God.”
In her book, There is Always Enough, she describes being on the floor before the Lord for hours, “unable to move. His presence was so heavy upon me. He demonstrated that he is my only strength. He is my hope. I depend only on him. I can do nothing without him.”
“One night I was groaning in intercession for the children of Mozambique. There were thousands coming toward me and I was crying, “No, Lord, there are too many.”
“Then I had a dramatic, clear vision of Jesus. I was with Him, and thousands and thousands of children surrounded us. I saw his shining face and his intense, burning eyes of love. I also saw his body. It was bruised and broken, and his side was pierced.”
He said, “Look into my eyes. You give them something to eat.” Then he took a piece of his broken body and handed it to me. It became bread in my hands, and I began to give it to the children. It multiplied in my hands.
Then again the Lord said, “Look into my eyes. You give them something to drink.” He gave me a cup of blood and water, which flowed from his side. I knew it was a cup of bitterness and joy. I drank it, and then began to give it to the children to drink. The cup did not go dry. By this point, I was crying uncontrollably. I was completely undone by his fiery eyes of love. I realized what it had cost him to provide such spiritual and physical food for us all.
The Lord spoke to my heart, and said, “There will always be enough, because I died.”
I was refreshed and ready to go back to Mozambique. I expected to see a wave of new, amazing miracles right away. Instead, all hell broke loose.”