God's Fire and Glory Fell on Times Square
Photo by Let Us Worship
Let Us Worship
Times Square, New York, NY
September 25, 2022
I have not been the same since Sunday night. I've been marked for life. In my 39 years of walking with Jesus, filled with His Holy Spirit, and having numerous mountaintop experiences, Sunday night was the greatest moment of my life. I have cried on and off for 4 days now, ever since leaving Times Square, and the tears continue to pour down my face as I write this. I just had to sit down and express my feelings that seem to be exploding from within like a volcanic eruption.
That night I truly felt like I was on the mountain with Jesus, along with Peter, James and John, when Jesus was transformed before their eyes. In Matthew 17, it says, "He was transfigured before them; and His face shone like the sun, and His garments became as white as light¹...a bright cloud overshadowed them."² While standing in Times Square that evening, I felt like Peter when he said, "Lord, it is good that we are here. If You want, I will make three tents here."³ Like Peter who was in the midst of the glory of God and didn't want to leave that mountain, I too did not want to leave Times Square where the presence and glory of God was upon us. I wanted to stay in that place forever. The love of God, the glory of God and the power of God were released without measure inside of me, around me, and in the people gathered with me.
God's presence and glory were felt during the worship gathering led by Sean Feucht, but the glory of God continued to crash in during the 3 hours following, from 7-10 PM. To the ones who lingered, who were thirsty and hungry for more of God, He poured Himself upon. It was evident that God was answering their prayer for more, because as God touched them, they fell to the ground under the power of God, and at times, they were filled with holy laughter or moved to weeping. When one was filled with holy laughter or the joy of the Lord, it spread to others. When one fell to their knees weeping tears of travail, others also wept. I counted 6 people who fell to the ground under the power of the Holy Spirit, including myself. It was just like in Matthew 17, "When the disciples heard this, they fell face down to the ground."⁴ One thirsty child of God laid on the ground, still as a corpse, for at least 30 minutes, if not, more. I found myself flat on my back on 3 different occasions within those 3 glorious hours. I was completely oblivious to the hundreds of people who were walking by, some who took pictures, and others who asked my friends if I needed medical attention. On the contrary, there was not one thing in the whole world that I needed or wanted, other than to stay in that place forever. It was like I had died and gone to heaven. Since then, I continue to find myself weeping, just thinking about what I experienced that night. It is difficult for me to carry out my daily tasks of life because it all seems so mundane.
These thirsty ones were not only vessels of God's fire and glory to one another, but they went about sharing the Gospel with the onlookers passing by. My 17 year-old son, a prodigal who just returned, went about Times Square by himself, seeking to share the love of God with others. This led him to a group of teen boys his age who were mocking us Christians. He engaged them in conversation, trying to help them understand the things of God, such as the supernatural signs and wonders that God was releasing in front of their eyes. Eventually, these teens accepted the invitation to pray the salvation prayer.
By 9PM, there was still a small group of fiery ones gathered. We just didn't want to leave! We met as strangers, but were united by the blood of Jesus, and so we continued to pray, praise Jesus, prophesy and minister to one another. Our group included my group of 3, who traveled from Rhode Island and Massachusetts. Also included was Rego who traveled alone from Virginia, Eric who traveled all the way from Texas, Chris and his wife who were natives of New York, and several others whom we didn't exchange names. If a stranger came upon our group, he wouldn't have guessed that we had never met before. We were family, brothers and sisters in Christ.
By 10PM, I hadn't eaten since noontime, yet I had no desire to leave to get dinner. I stood in Times Square for 7 hours, yet I had no desire to go to our hotel to rest my feet. When the storm clouds opened up with pouring rain, thunder and lightning, I had no desire to run for cover under the store awnings. At that moment when the sky opened up to water the earth, God's Spirit was being poured out like rain over our small group.⁵ We were gathered in a Holy Ghost huddle, surrounding Rego whom God was encountering with His Father's love. As I prophesied over my "brother," I saw in a vision, Jesus, wearing a robe of white and bending over Rego to embrace him. Rego went from standing, to kneeling on the Times Square cement, to weeping on his hands and knees. His heart was being melted by the love of the Father and Jesus. This is just 1 example of how God manifested His presence that special night.
All I can say is, "Thank you God! Thank you Sean Feucht for saying yes to God. Thank you to the countless others behind the scenes of Let Us Worship, who are paying a big price, in order that the people of America can have heavenly encounters with God, leading to salvations, healings and deliverances."