The Great South Land of The Holy Spirit – Revival will sweep the nations of Australia, NZ and the South Pacific

In 1606 the Portuguese navigator Pedro Fernández de Quirós landed on one of the Islands of what is now called Vanuatu. Thinking he had discovered ‘Terra Australis’ (the great south land) he made the following proclamation… ‘Let the heavens, the earth, the waters with all their creatures and all those here present witness that I, Captain Pedro Fernandez de Quiros, in the name of Jesus Christ, hoist this emblem of the Holy Cross on which Jesus Christ’s person was crucified and whereon He gave His life for the ransom and remedy of the human race, on this day of Pentecost, 14 May 1606, I take possession of all this part of the South as far as the pole in the name of Jesus, which from now on shall be called the Southern land of the Holy Spirit and this always and forever to the end that to all natives, in all the said lands, the holy, sacred evangel may be preached zealously and openly.
It wasn’t until 1770 that Captain Cook finally landed in ‘Botany Bay’ and Australia was officially noted in the History books.
Over the years many Christians have taken note of the earlier proclamation from de Quirós, and in 1993 it gained wide acclaim when Geoff Bullock (an Australian Christian song writer) penned the very popular worship song of the same name.
In 2006 a delegation of Christians from Australia, Vanuatu, a number of other Island nations as well as Spanish and European Representatives gathered in Hogg Harbour, Vanuatu to commemorate the 400th anniversary of this proclamation (which was by this time being heralded as a prophecy), and together held a communion service with speeches from many dignitaries including President Kalkot Mataskelekele of Vanuatu.
Since 2006 increasing numbers of intercessors and prophets from Australia and around the world have been casting their spiritual eyes upon Australia and the South Pacific.
In 2008 a series of significant yet widely un-noticed prayer meetings were held in Sydney to pray for a great outpouring of the Holy Spirit upon our nation. Significantly, one of these meetings (held in Blacktown – in Sydney's west) hosted pastor Raynold Bori also known as the Apostle of Vanuatu. At this meeting Pastor Ray (as he is affectionately known) spoke of the Protocol by which we are to approach the Father, and prayed a very powerful prayer of the Nations of Australia and the South Pacific Islands.
I myself was deeply touched by these meetings as they held particular significance for my own prayer journey.
For me this prophecy began to stir more than 10 years ago. Although at the time I had no idea what the Lord was up to.
I was driving down a local street one day when I saw a Mazda 808 wagon drive past. It was very similar to a vehicle a friend of mine had driven when I shared a house with him for a few months back in 1984. I remembered him that day, but did think too much more about him until that evening when as I looked up at my digital clock it flicked over to 8:08pm. I immediately thought of my friend again.
What really surprised me was that the next morning as I was glancing at the clock it flicked over 8:08am. This time the Lord had my attention. “ok Lord” I whispered under my breathe “maybe you want me to pray for my him”, so I did.
The next day I saw 808 in a phone number, on the clock and on the back of a bus. I told my wife… “I think I am supposed to pray for my friend whenever I see 808”. She laughed and said, “OK, I suppose you had better do that then”, and so for the next 10 years I don’t think I would have gone for more than a week at any time without praying for my friend, and sometimes up to five times in a day, always based on whenever I saw the numbers 808. My wife and I would constantly chuckle to each other at the frequency and the randomness that 808 would come up in my line of sight.
Then something really strange happened. In 2008 I received an invitation to be a part of a meeting to pray for revival in our nation. It was to be held on the 08/08/08 at Prayer Mountain in Merroo, in the Mountains overlooking Sydney.
It was an amazing day which culminated in a large group of us interceding and prophesying over the City well into the evening.
It was at this meeting that I heard the Lord confirm in my heart that my apprenticeship was over that from now on whenever I saw 808 I would need to pray for a Holy Spirit outpouring for the nation of Australia and it was at the very next meeting a month later that I first met Apostle Raynold Bori.
I have consistently been praying for revival for the past two years and it had been amazing how many places I have seen 808. But it was recently (sometime in May this year) that I began seeing 404.
I rise early each day, and during one particular week I was setting my alarm for 4.00am. But what happened was that for 5 days running each time I picked up my phone in the morning to check the time, it showed 4:04am. The Lord had my attention once again.
“Father, what does this mean?” I asked. The answer I got at that time was “I’m doubling your shift… It’s getting closer”.
So from that time I began to see 404 and 808 everywhere. And I was praying even more than before. I even saw 808 on the back of an ambulance while I sat at the Lights in my car near my home one day.
Recently (July 10th, 2010) after I had been to a prayer meeting and having received a message from a friend which stirred my heart about the coming revival I got onto twitter.com to post a message saying “I sense REVIVAL is hitting Australia. It has been so close, and this week the signs are... it is here! Can't wait to see what it looks like!” Now what I didn’t realize is that because twitter is based in America, it is set on US time, and my post actually registered at 8:08pm, when It was really 1:08pm in Australia when I posted it. (you can check it out for yourself… http://twitter.com/paul_from_oz )
What’s even more interesting is that it is now exactly 404 years (in May) since de Quirós made his declaration over the Great South Land of the Holy Spirit. And I have since reconnected with Pastor Ray (another amazing story of the Lord's timing) in Vanuatu, and he has invited me (not knowing any of this story) to speak at a conference on the Prophetic with him a week before there is to be a gathering of Apostles from around the world who will seek God together for the Great outpouring of the Holy Spirit prophesied 404 years ago.
To say that I am excited would be an understatement.
To say that I feel humbled to be able to be a part of all this is also incredibly understated. Anyone who knows me will know that I don’t feel I deserve to be in a position where the Lord has entrusted me with such things.
But with all that has happened in my life, and the many other experiences I have had along the way, I am increasing in my boldness and courage, and have such a strong belief that this is the time when God will pour out His Spirit.
As the Prophet Joel wrote, and Apostle Peter quoted,
‘I will pour out my Spirit on all people.
       Your sons and daughters will prophesy,
       your old men will dream dreams,
       your young men will see visions.
Even on my servants, both men and women,
       I will pour out my Spirit in those days.’
As I stood up in that meeting at Prayer Mountain back 08/08/08 the Lord laid a prayer on my heart which declared that a wave of Holy Spirit power was about to sweep the world starting in Australia, NZ and the South Pacific, sweeping from East to West around the Globe.
Many prophets from around the world have been having similar visions and dreams, and I am only one of many voices whom the Lord is using to raise up a crescendo of prayer that will shake the Heavens and move Gods hand.
My Prayer is that if you have taken the time to read this that you will also join me and countless others in praying for revival for our nations. That as I share the pulpit with Apostle Raynold Bori in Port Vila, and as many Apostles from around the globe gather a week later (14th – 17th September 2010), that the heavens will be opened and that the Lord will hold back no longer and His great Glory will fall on all flesh.
Blessings to you all in Jesus name.
Paul DeWildt

COMMUNITY TRANSFORMATION - reflections from AFRICA

How many Africans does it take to change a community? And no, this is not a joke. In fact I might go as far as asking, how many Africans does it take to change a nation? If you were to ask Nelson Mandela you might hear him say “one”. But then on reflection he might just as well turn around and say “all of us”. And he would be right on both occasions.

Community transformation is possible, and it has to start somewhere, but ultimately it is about the grass roots fabric of a society actually turning around, so that the whole community is impacted by the change
Over the past 9 – 10 years I have had the privilege of travelling throughout a number of what we might call developing nations (or third world countries). I have met some of the most beautiful people you could ever meet, and have also seen some of the most wrenching scenes that would make even the hardest of hearts crumble.
Once in Lusaka, (the capital of Zambia) I visited the humble home of a young man and his family as they lived at the back of one of the Local Councillors (government officials) houses. This man and his wife where employed by the councillor to clean his luxury house and tend their finely manicured garden. For their 14 hour days, they would receive the princely sum of $2US (equivalent) per week between them. Not even enough to buy mille meal to feed their five boys. Their home was a lean-to made of rusted tin and cardboard, and each of the boys had clothes which looked like they had been ripped to shreds by a lion. As we sat to share a cup of Fanta (Lord knows how they managed to get hold of a bottle of Fanta) we heard a story that has now become all too familiar. In a world where there does not seem to be a social conscience at all, it is a dog eat dog existence, where the rich get richer and the poor get poorer.

In 2006 I spent 3 weeks in the Mathare Slum of Nairobi Kenya. One morning after a mob had run riot the night before ravaging one of the slum districts with axes and machetes, I saw a young man lying dead in a stream on the side of the road, already in a stage of riga mortis. I was on my way to visit a man who was dying from some kind of tumour that was growing out of his back, and had just spent the morning with a group of orphan school children in their tiny little school room in the back of a local tin shed church. You get to the place where no matter where you look there is a need, and you know you have only so much resource, only so much time, and your heart will only hold out for so long before it breaks completely.
And then you are reminded of the story of a boy found tossing starfish back into the ocean after a violent storm had washed thousands of them up on the beach. A passer by stopped to say, “Boy you’re wasting your time, there are far too many. You can’t possibly make a difference here”. Picking up another starfish and tossing it back into the ocean the young boy responded by saying “made a difference to that one”.
And so we press on. In the hope that somewhere in the midst of all this there is an answer, that may bring some kind of change big enough to make a difference.
Well in the midst of so much hardship and trouble, there are plenty of good news stories. Like the illiterate preacher in Uganda who decided to buy 6 sow piglets. He gave each of these piglets away to 6 orphans (not necessarily children) with the view to having each one give away a piglet from the first litter each pig bore. On last count I heard that there are now more than 300 orphans who own a sow pig that can provide a small income and some food to eat.

I have another friend in Uganda who has found that if you train an orphan in a life skill (sewing, wood turning, metal fabrication) you can turn their whole life around. He works in a bank and has been using half of what he earns to establish a small church and workshop where he can train people in these basic Life changing skills.
I met a man in Zambia who has a similar role in his community; however he and his wife help young girls who have been used as prostitutes, and rehabilitate them back to some kind of normal life including teaching them a life skill.
Everywhere I go I meet people who are making a difference where they are, with what they have.
But is it enough?
I have a train of thought that has been developing on this matter for some time, which relates to how a community can actually change.
As a Christian I have some very firm beliefs, and at the core of what I believe is the basic premise that there is a Creator God who loves the whole world and wants the very best for all of his creation. Many do not hold to that belief. However, what even the most avid of sceptics would agree on is that somehow in the midst of this mess we call the world there are some basic laws of the universe which seem to be constant under most circumstances.
For example: The law of gravity... ‘What goes up must come down.’
And then there is one of my favourites: The law of sowing and reaping... ‘You reap what you sow’
If we believe then that these and many more ‘laws of the universe’ are somehow irrefutable then it makes sense to work within the parameters of these laws to find the answers to our dilemma.
When it comes to African communities then, it would stand to reason that any society that has a culture of ‘live for yourself’, and ‘take whatever you can when you can’, will have had extreme repercussions from decades of this kind of neglect.
Take into consideration that whole generations of parents have been wiped out in certain communities through the aids epidemic (now rendering one in four infected throughout many parts of Africa), and the onslaught of war and famine. And you have a recipe for certain disaster. This is what we are seeing in many African nations where the average wage is now less than $500 US (equivalent) per annum.
OK, so what solution?

Without wanting to over complicate this matter I have purposefully simplified my theory to help the process of its outworking.
If we take the law of sowing and reaping and unpack it a little, we find a basic premise of life.
A farmer has a hand full of seed. He can (a.) Make some food to eat, so he can feed himself for this season. (b.) Sow his seed so that he has a crop to feed himself for the next season. (c.) Make enough food for this season and the sow the rest so that he has food next season.
If a man has time, talent, and a little treasure, he can (a.) Use it all for himself (b.) Give it all away. (c.) Use some for himself and give the rest back to society so that the next generation has a share of his wealth.
You reap what you sow.
If you sow sparingly you will reap sparingly.
If you give nothing back then the next generation will suffer.

The 3T’s of Transformation
One of God’s most basic laws (the Law of the Tithe) is based on this greater law of sowing and reaping. Give back a tenth of what you get. It’s not a tax, as it has always been a choice that we get to make, however there is more than enough evidence to say that God thinks we will be better off if we do. He even says, ‘test me in this and see if I will not open the flood gates of heaven.’
So to help transform a Community I have formulated these simple thoughts based around this law.
Giving back into our communities a portion of our TIME, our TALENT, and TREASURE will be the basis of a wider transformation that could ultimately change a nation.
If a generation can be taught to sow back into the generation that follows then society will change. Take some Time to teach your Talent, and give something of what you have (Treasure) back into society.
What I have noticed is that when people are taught to value each other, (another of God’s Laws – Love your neighbour as you love yourself) and the next generation sees this in actions as they grow up, then they develop a new culture with a different mentality.

So if a man gives away a pig, because someone gave him a pig, or a lady teaches another young lady how to sew because someone taught her to sew, or someone who knows how to read and write takes some time to teach a few others these same skills, and if people learn to respect the land as well as the people who share it, and community starts to change as a result, then why can’t a nation change.
In the midst of all that there are Big Brother neighbours like us in the west who have TIME, TALENT and TREASURE, and if we were to do our bit, not just give stuff away, but actually get on the ground and teach in these developing nations what we know, then we will have helped make a difference, even if it is only with one community.
At least it will have made a difference to that one.
So how many Africans does it take to change a nation?
‘One... at a time’