I was in Israel leading a small group of children
at a retreat in a valley surrounded by mountains. We were
staying in a one-story brick apartment building which was nestled at the base of
a huge mountain. Mid-afternoon, the
children were anxious to go swimming, so they went. I stayed, unpacking
and putting the groceries away.
Alone, suddenly I heard the loud crash of roaring thunder. The bolt of lightning was
right on us, just on the other side of the building where the children had gone
swimming. Panicked, I dropped the groceries and ran
around to the other side of the building where I saw for the first time the
place where they swam. It was a small sea, the water was deep blue and choppy and the children were in
the middle of it. I yelled to them to come out of the water and away from the
lightning as a black cloud was quickly forming behind us with great speed and
intensity. It seemed like forever for the
children to swim out from the water ...
As they crawled out, we turned around to see the black cloud formation which now
joined the heavens and the earth as a powerful tornado with huge bolts of lightening
shooting through it ... a massive tornado, empowered by the lighting.
Suddenly, we watched as one bolt of light remained lit within
the tornado. It was in the formation of a hand.
A giant hand of white light, with the elbow resting on the earth and the fingers
stretching upwards into the sky.
I said to myself, "I must be
dreaming"; but, unawakened, the kids and I ran back around the apartment building
for cover.
As we turned the corner of the building and saw the great mountain, the clouds
above the mountain rolled back, and the Heavens opened up pouring golden beams of
sunlight ...
on top of an angel who stood there ...
... and she was
stories high, beautiful, with long silky hair, her robe spun from white gold with sunbeams flowing over her like
transparent honey. All I knew was that she was preparing for something.
With just seconds passing after seeing the giant hand, I turned back around to look
again,
... saying "Now, I get it. God is coming!” And, as I turned, I saw the
great hand from Heaven scroll back the wall of the horizon: The Wall of
Times Past ...
... and in from that opening in the sky came millions of people from
times past. Some were
walking, some were on chariots, there were children and animals and they were all coming to gather at the base of
the mountain where the angel was preparing for the Lord to come.
I stood
there watching ... shocked and amazed ...
and the mountain was his foot stool.
Witnessing
the power of God Almighty, I fell to my knees, weak with regret, my head lay on the
ground and I cried, saying, “My God, I am so sorry. I didn't know. I
mean I knew You were real, but I didn't act like it ... and I am so sorry."
And then I heard the Spirit say to me in the most
gentle and calming voice, "I know. It's okay. I love
you."
... and I woke up.
What I experienced in this dream was the power of God. This dream came at a time in my life when I lost everything I needed and loved: my family, my job, my house, my health, my car, most of my belongings. I felt broken, victimized and
alone, and He came to me. I thought to myself, "What am I going to
remember in all of this?," and it was this: With all His ability to move the Heavens and the Earth and His love for me, all I needed was Him, nothing more, because He had everything I could ever
need, want or imagine, and He gave His life for me .., and for you, too.
My father is 80 and has studied the Bible most of his life. He's says we'll be raptured before we even know who the anti-Christ is. I believe that, too.
After that,
we who are still alive and are left
will be caught up
together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air.
And so we will be with the Lord forever.
