I awoke in the morning, and for a moment, saw a vision of a pure what lamb. It was young, maybe a year old, and had pure white fleece that was so white; it was brighter than fresh snow when the morning sun first illuminates it.
I was driving with my wife on the road heading to Israel, specifically Jerusalem when I came to a checkpoint that restricted access for non-Jewish people. It was a peculiar looking checkpoint comprised of Jewish Orthodox men that formed tunnels for each lane of traffic. As I moved closer, I could see rows of seated young boys facing the inside of the tunnels. They wore black skull caps, white shirts, and black vests. I could see their long sidelocks (pe’ot) framing their snarling, angry faces. From a distance, the boys looked like shark teeth and entering the tunnel stirred up emotions of anxiety and fear. I was worried that did not have the proper “Jewish” identity information to pass the checkpoint. I pulled out my Israeli passport, and we effortlessly passed through the checkpoint. On the other side, I immediately came to the Jerusalem Chords Bridge (which represents King David’s harp) situated at the westerly entrance to Jerusalem. I stared at the clean and perfectly cut Jerusalem stone under my feet and marveled at the beauty of the entire city.
I looked up at the sky and saw four dates inscribed into the clouds as if a finger were writing them. The dates were given using the Gregorian calendar. One of the dates appeared to be in December. However, I could not tell what day or year. I also could not see the other three dates. I knew in my spirit these dates were important for the church to be aware of. Then the Spirit of the Lord spoke to me at said, “These dates represent four significant biblical prophesies that will occur in the earth before my return.” I knew that one of the dates was the rapture of the church. Excitedly I ran and began proclaiming, “We’ve got it, we know the time of the rapture.” Of course, I knew that no man could know the day or the hour, but I felt confident the Lord had revealed the season of His imminent return.
I was in an apartment building looking out over a city. The sky was bright blue, and there were a few scattered clouds here and there. Below was a road that was undergoing construction. The men were digging down into the earth, placing temporary retaining walls on both sides to hold back the earth. The men began to encounter groundwater, and then there appeared to be a torrent of water coming from the southerly direction. The men feverishly constructed coffer dams within the deep trench to hold back the water, trying to keep the channel from flooding. I could see the water lapping over the top of the cofferdam. As the waters rose, the men continued to build up the cofferdam.
I was greatly intrigued by the construction, and watched attentively for quite some time, when suddenly, in an instant, the sky turned completely black. It looked as if someone had taken black paint and colored the sky. The white clouds were not greyish but still contrasted against the darkness. It was not completely dark on the earth. Some faint light remained, but the whole city now looked dim. A feeling of awe and sheer terror swept over my soul, and I heard the Spirit of the Lord say to me, “This will be the only sign given in the earth before the rapture of my church.”
I desperately wanted to leave the earth at that moment. “Take me with you,” I cried out to the Lord over and over. I felt my spirit soar up into the heavens, and the more I continued to cry out the higher I went. I eventually saw a very bright pinpoint of light and knew it was the Lord, and that He had not abandoned me.