I am with thee to deliver thee, saith the Lord. Then the Lord put forth his hand, and touched my mouth.
Pascal wrote on a piece of paper a brief account of his experience, folded the paper and kept it in a pocket close to his heart, apparently as a reminder of what he had felt. Those who attended him at his death found the worn, creased paper. In Pascal’s own hand it read:
From about half-past ten at night to about half-after midnight—fire! O God of Abraham, God of Isaac, God of Jacob—not the God of the philosophers and the wise. The God of Jesus Christ who can be known only in the ways of the gospel. Security—feeling—peace—joy—tears of joy. Amen.
Were these the expressions of a fanatic, an extremist? No. Pascal’s mind was one of the greatest. But the living God had broken through and beyond all that was human and intellectual and philosophical. The astonished Pascal could only describe in one word the visitation in his spirit: “Fire!”….
What we need among us is a genuine visitation of the Spirit. WHT090-091
Nothing can prevent the spiritual rejuvenation of the soul that insists upon having it. SIZ015