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.
What does true divine unity look like within the church? That was the question I was teaching (in my dream) to a small group of people when I immediately heard the answer in my spirit. As I listened to the voice of the Lord, I shared this parable: Imagine yourself stranded in the middle of a parched desert with no water in sight. You would find yourself dehydrated and near death. This is the present condition of the church. Then the Lord would begin to pour out His droplets of rain to quench the land. This is what divine unity looks like to Him, for it unleashes His commanded blessing, as it is written, “It is like the dew of Hermon, Descending upon the mountains of Zion; For there the Lord commanded the blessing—Life forevermore” (Psalm 133:3).
I was in a room with a small number of people. The Lord was asking questions of us, looking to see who could answer correctly. No one could answer. I thought deeply about the questions. At first, they seemed very confusing, like riddles. For example, several of the questions were: “What is a double hitter, or what is a front door greeter?” Suddenly, I began to understand the questions. They were about how pastors conduct their Sunday morning services. The “double hitter” is a pastor who is very good at delivering two, very good back-to-back sermons, and the “front door greeter” is a pastor who loves to welcome people into his church. What the Lord showed me is that he has created His pastors to be good at some things, but not everything. And unfortunately, many congregants place too high of an expectation on our pastors, driving many of them out of ministry. The office of pastor is a gift to the body of Christ, and we ought to begin recognizing this and thanking the Lord for His gifts.
l was walking into Washington, D.C. to observe the inauguration of President-elect Donald J. Trump. I was curious to see what was going on. It was early in the morning on the day before the inauguration, and many people were already arriving early to find a good viewing spot. As I walked passed buildings and parking lots, pressing my way towards the U.S. Capitol, there were camps of people occupying rows of parking spaces. Many were entire families sleeping outside, even setting up small living quarters. All were covered with purple tarps. I eventually worked my way into some buildings, wandering through several meeting halls. People were finding their seats to view the inauguration on large video screens. Outside the buildings and in the streets and foyers, people were dressed up and celebrating. It felt like a carnival or a circus.