Most Sabbath days are peaceful - a time of reflection, study, rest, and good deeds. I LOVE this time. This morning, however, I was awakened from a dream that was horrific.
I prayed in my Spirit, "Please, Father, spare them this."
I was in a vast, darkened room without light from windows. There were pillars about 100 feet from the perimeter that supported a large open area in the center. People in clothing made of rags were formed in two perpendicular lines along the North and West sides of the room, joined at the corner of the lines. There were black stairs leading upward in the northeast corner of the chamber. I got the impression that it used to be a department store with a drop ceiling that had been removed.
The people in rags were all ages. I saw a teenage girl, a middle-aged man. These two stood out for me the most. The girl was crying, and her cries joined in the groaning and sobbing chorus from the rest of the room. There were no screams, just a pervasive atmosphere of resignation. Dissidents.
Parallel to these lines, there were less organized lines of men wielding long-handled axes. Some of them leaned on the axe handles, as one would after a long day of work. Those resting casually chatted with each other as they watched the others at work.
The work was taking mighty swings at the people in rags. They were attempting to behead them, but as fatigue set in, their swings were not totally effective. I saw piles of bodies drenched in blood where the people were lined up. The teenage girl was killed instantly, which was a mercy. The middle-aged man only suffered a major injury, but attempted to get up, groaning. The executioner sighed, rolled his eyes, and raised the axe to strike again, but this time with the blunt end.
That's when I woke up.
Friends, I'm sure you might be tempted to dismiss this as a "bad dream" but let me assure you that it was prophetic. I have had many dreams that I would call prophetic. Scoff if you like. I haven't been spending a lot of time reading Revelation lately, so this was not a dream sparked by a memory of what I've been thinking about. I've actually been reading the book of Job (again!).
And I saw thrones, and they sat upon them, and judgment was given unto them: and I saw the souls of them that were beheaded for the witness of Jesus, and for the word of God, and which had not worshipped the beast, neither his image, neither had received his mark upon their foreheads, or in their hands; and they lived and reigned with Christ a thousand years.
The Bible is accurate. These days are coming. Be ready.
I got some advice about negotiations recently from a friend, which I'll paraphrase: The way to get what you want is to make the other person believe that they will lose more than what you want.
And so, if you were faced with a totalitarian government and there were a shortage of tools used in traditional means of executions, more prisoners than could be held in our prison system, and the scene above were playing out around the world, wouldn't the guillotine seem "better" at that point?
If you do not know Jesus as your Savior, turn away from your distractions and learn about him. Learn how he fulfilled the sacrificial laws of God and offered himself as a sacrifice for you. For YOU, OUT OF HIS GREAT LOVE.
I'm sorry to sound so desperate to you, but if you could see what I just saw, you'd understand.
Church isn't just clapping your hands to loud music and then getting on with your Sunday. Jesus isn't a "Get Out of Jail Free" card that entitles you to do whatever you want, while you wear a cross around your neck, or wear a Christian-theme tee shirt.
Church is about having a real and transformative relationship with God, and reflecting God's love to others. The only way you can understand who God is, is by reading His word and letting it infuse you with wisdom, awakening your spirit.
"All roads lead to God" is a lie.
You'll be hated by this world if you don't conform to secular values. I've experienced this hatred so much in the last few years, more than any other time of my life. Why? Because I've been more bold about my faith than at any other time of my life.
Hate me. Laugh at me. It doesn't matter. I'm doing my job of trying to share what I have studied and lead you to God, who loves you so deeply.
The feeling I have is URGENCY. I'm praying for you, not out of self-righteousness, but rather a desire for mercy and love.
From God's Roadmap to the End: