From the desk of Steve Shultz:

I have known Chad Taylor from almost the inception of the Elijah List. He's as human as you and I, but when Chad hits the mark, he's really hitting the mark. Such is the case here.

It's extremely encouraging to know that 2010 is smack dab in the middle of the prophecy of the coming HARVEST. But you should read this entire word. We are there NOW. It's not something to wait for. It's something to be part of. Chad is extremely passionate for the Kingdom and part of the new breed.

Please check out and purchase Chad's book below and the book by David Herzog. It's time to go forward and not backward. These resources will most certainly help you. I pray you will order them.

As odd as it sounds, it's time to be simultaneously "sober" and yet "enjoy" that which is right in front of us.

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I have had this repeated vision over and over the last 22 years since I was saved. I saw impressions of it when I walked across America in 1990 with only a sleeping bag and a "Jesus Saves" sign blazed across my backpack in neon red. I saw the vision while walking the streets of this nation's largest cities long after midnight.

It engraved itself in my consciousness as I preached on the streets of Seattle at the age of 18 with only the homeless and the gutter as my congregation. I have seen the same vision while ministering in the sultry south on the mean streets of Atlanta where racism and religion still prevail. Over and over the past 22 years this panoramic vision of "the harvest" has left its enduring mark on my soul, and finally I am to make it plain. Make it plain so that those that read it can run—run into this field the Bible calls, "The Harvest."

Vision of the Field

I saw a field going on endlessly as far as the eyes could see. It reminded me of the gravity of Abraham's vision in Genesis when God said, "Then He brought him outside and said, "Look now toward Heaven, and count the stars if you are able to number them" (Genesis 15:5). That's how boundless this harvest field was. It stretched on in every direction, until it left you dizzy with the sheer magnitude of it all.

As I continued to look down the endless rows of wheat, I saw as it were a figure far off in the distance, working. The heat waves coming from the hard-packed ground made it difficult to see, so I stepped into the field to look closer. I glanced down at the furrows and rows and I noticed much of the ground was hard-packed and fallow, yet other smaller parts were dark with fertile soil and tilled. Large sections of the field that I could see from my vantage point were unharvested, and the ground showed signs of neglect—fallow, hard and dry.

I continued to walk toward the figure that I had first noticed deep in the field. I heard a peculiar sound as if it were coming from all directions. Like a distant whine or a baby crying? I stopped to listen more closely. I heard it more audibly now as I paused—it was a mournful cry, like someone weeping. As I listened more intently, I heard the Holy Spirit say to me, "It's the cry of the harvest; a forgotten, abandoned harvest—like a baby left discarded from its mother!"

I could clearly hear the mourning and crying from this wide harvest field as if it was crying out to be redeemed, accepted and received. I was shaken and my heart broke as I heard the pitiful cry of the harvest all around me. The words of Job sounded like a crashing cymbal in my spirit, "O earth, do not cover my blood; may my cry never be laid to rest!" (Job
16:18). This harvest of disquieted souls refused to be discounted, and their plaintive cry came before me.

Vision of the River

I continued walking and the cry from the harvest seemed to wane; it appeared that the figure in the field was now even farther away. As I continued to walk down the rows which were mostly dry and cracked, unexpectedly I caught the scent of water. I abruptly turned toward the breeze that carried the smell of fresh water wafting through the air and I began to run toward it. I pushed through row after row of heavy-laden stocks of wheat bent over and bowing low to the ground. I sprung right through one more row, and there it was—the river.

I was taken aback in this series of endless rows of grain and then, abruptly, this gurgling river. Before I could run and leap into the cold water, drinking from its welcoming shore, I looked at what was before me and I was still. In the river and along its sides were hundreds if not thousands of men, women and children jumping, swimming and laughing.

I yelled from where I was near the edge of the harvest field only a few dozen yards away, but they could not hear me. The people were deaf to my cries as if I was not even present. Didn't they see the figure working in the distance all alone? Didn't they hear the despairing cry coming from the very field that was all around them? Didn't they see the massive field that was left unattended and forgotten? Couldn't they see me just a stone's throw away, waving my hands and shouting? Some were even gazing intently into the river as if they were hypnotized by its ebb and tide. It was uncanny...(more)

"God must have been with him. He's got an angel looking after him, that's for sure."

(Auckland, New Zealand)—Medical staff at Middlemore Hospital in Auckland are describing a teen's survival as "miraculous," after he plunged more than 160 feet from the top of a 16-storey apartment building this week, landing on a concrete floor.

The boy—who was not named—sustained just a broken rib, fractured wrist, and a gouged leg, along with other internal injuries. He was said to be making a "good recovery" and would likely be discharged at the end of the week.

The Telegraph report noted that doctors consider it rare for someone to survive a fall from more than five storeys. (Photo: Photolibrary)

According to the article, the boy's mother had gone to bed, letting the boy finish his homework on his laptop. The reason for the fall was unclear.

After he fell, the mother ran out of the elevator screaming, "Is it my boy? Is it my boy?"

A housekeeper in the apartment complex said, "God must have been with him. He's got an angel looking after him, that's for sure."

Read the full article at the link provided.

Source: Telegraph UK

The team also found impressive evidence of a powerful earthquake in the 8th century BC, reminiscent of the earthquake mentioned in the Book of Amos 1:1.

(Israel)—Israel National News reports that Bar Ilan University archaeologists have uncovered the ruins of a Philistine temple at Tel Tsafit in the ancient city of Gath, home of the Biblical Goliath, buried in one of the largest tels (ancient ruin mounds) in Israel. The tel is halfway between Ashkelon and Jerusalem. (Photo: Israel National News)

"Interestingly, the architectural design of this temple, with its two central pillars, is reminiscent of the architectural image that is described in the well-known Biblical story of Samson and the Philistines," said Professor Aren Maeir, noting the discovery could indicate that the story of Samson reflects a type of temple that was in use in Philistia at the time.

Maeir was also quoted as saying his team found impressive evidence of a powerful earthquake in the 8th century BC, reminiscent of the earthquake mentioned in the Book of Amos 1:1 as well as evidence of the destruction of the city by Hazael, King of Aram Damascus, around 830 BC as mentioned in Kings II 12:18.

Source: Israel National News

"We take relationships for granted as humans—we're like fish that don't notice the water. That constant interaction is not only beneficial psychologically but directly to our physical health."

(Utah)—A new Brigham Young University study adds social relationships to the "short list" of factors that predict a person's odds of living or dying.

In the journal PLoS Medicine, BYU professors Julianne Holt-Lunstad and Timothy Smith report that social connections—friends, family, neighbors or colleagues—improve our odds of survival by 50 percent. Here is how low social interaction compares to more well-known risk factors:

• Equivalent to smoking 15 cigarettes a day
• Equivalent to being an alcoholic
• More harmful than not exercising
• Twice as harmful as obesity

"The idea that a lack of social relationships is a risk factor for death is still not widely recognized by health organizations and the public," write the PLoS Medicine editors in a summary of the BYU study and why it was done.

The researchers analyzed data from 148 previously published longitudinal studies that measured frequency of human interaction and tracked health outcomes for a period of seven and a half years on average. Because information on relationship quality was unavailable, the 50 percent increased odds of survival may underestimate the benefit of healthy relationships.

"The data simply show whether they were integrated in a social network," Holt-Lunstad said. "That means the effects of negative relationships are lumped in there with the positive ones. They are all averaged together."
Holt-Lunstad said there are many pathways through which friends and family influence health for the better, ranging from a calming touch to finding meaning in life.

"When someone is connected to a group and feels responsibility for other people, that sense of purpose and meaning translates to taking better care of themselves and taking fewer risks," Holt-Lunstad said.

In examining the data, Smith took a careful look at whether the results were driven primarily by people helping each other prolong their golden years...(more)

Source: Brigham Young University