PROPHECIES
I spoke with a pastor from our church. I told him how important it was for the church to return to its Jewish roots. He did not seem interested and kept looking away. I kept speaking to him persistently, my voice sounding like a child's, and nothing penetrated his mind or heart. Toward the end of my conversation, I quoted Romans Chapter 11. I told him that he should be humble and fear God. I repeated myself several times, speaking with boldness and persistence.
My wife and I were at our house. Suddenly, a nuclear explosion went off in a nearby city. I looked outside and saw dark black clouds filling the expanse of the horizon. At the center were the darkest ones, and there were bolts of lightning surrounding this dark cloud mass. We went back inside to avoid the fallout, but as we looked up, we could see white radioactive fallout material coming through all the cracks in the ceiling.
This vision came right after the first. I sensed in my spirit that the Lord was angry with the attack on my friend’s mother. I was still flying in the spirit and rising from the land quickly. I could see the city become very small below me. In front of me flashed roman structures, with a voice and written words that said: “No Roma.” In my spirit, I understood that God was saying He would destroy the Roman Empire under which we still live, the same authority held by the prince of this world: Satan.
I was walking and talking with a man. We were in what appeared to be a train museum. I told the man how the Lord had spoken to me about His healing of my marriage. As I told him the story, I felt an overwhelming sense of repentance and conviction that brought me to tears. When I awoke from the dream, I was covered with the anointing of the Holy Spirit. As I peered into the darkness, I saw the face of Jesus. He appeared to be in agony. I could see the hairs in His beard so clearly. I saw Him standing away from me, with no shirt and arms crossed. He held a posture of rejection, and I sensed in the spirit that He did not know me. I cried out for Him not to forsake me. I did this for a while, and then I saw what appeared to be a Jewish family sitting at their dining room table. There was a glowing radiance to the room and a sense of peace. In the spirit, God also told me how he had healed this family.
I was in a church sanctuary with people of different nationalities. A black woman pastor was preaching about a great man who had brought reconciliation and was worthy of much honor. I looked to her right and saw my friend Ken Malone kneeling at the foot of the stage near the stairs, and he seemed to be covered in a prayer shawl. The whole congregation started singing, and it appeared the angels were singing with us. I raised my hands and began to sing and worship.
I was in a large room with men and women from what appeared to be different nationalities. Behind me was a woman playing the guitar. When she finished, I turned around to see a group of people joining hands and beginning to dance to a familiar Jewish song. I was elated as I danced, even missing a few steps here and there. I woke up singing this Hebrew song about the King of kings; “Melech ha Melachim.”
I was walking up a gravel country road; the sky was grey, and light rain was pouring down. As I walked along, the road went up a gradual hill, and I could see a few weathered houses here and there. There was complete peace throughout the whole scene. Towards the top were several graded lots awaiting new homes. The lots were covered with lush, tall green grass and surrounded by dark green fir trees as if cut out of a forest. At the top of the hill was a gravel cul-de-sac. To my left were a vacant lot and one peculiar-looking home.
I was looking down over the cities of the world, almost dancing over them. They were arranged like a “T” and resembled miniature models. As I scanned them, I saw a few cities lit up, but most were dark. At the center was a large rectangular building, lit up brightly and shaped like the temple mount in Jerusalem. To the right was complete darkness, and to the left, over Europe, were a few lit cities. I came down towards Italy, resting by an Italian man to my left and a French man to my right. I looked at the Italian man, hugged him, and told him how much I loved his people. He stared at me with a blank, hollow gaze. The French man did the same thing; they seemed indifferent to my interest in them and even uncomfortable with my presence.
I heard a voice speaking to me about the Jewish people of Jerusalem. One man came to mind, a rabbi, although I cannot remember his name. I was sweeping through the narrow city streets like a wind blowing through the city. There was beautiful music coming from heaven. I went to the man’s grave and was overcome with grief, and I started to cry uncontrollably.
I was looking at an olive orchard. One tree in front stood out. It was not incredibly old or large but full of beautiful, black ripe olives. I looked to my left and saw another tree about the same size. But all its olives were lying on the ground. They seemed so nice and ripe, but when I went to pick one up, it was soft and starting to rot.
I was inside a room. There were no windows. A handsome young boy with blond hair, about ten, was standing in front of me. I knew in my spirit that he was Satan. He had just brought a man into the room. The man was wearing a white robe; he was tall and had a dark beard. Although the boy looked nice, his voice was harsh and accusing. I could not hear his words, but the things he was saying caused the man to cry uncontrollably. I looked to my right and saw a row of beds; there were men and women lying face down, all wearing white robes and all crying with shame and guilt. There were no shackles on these people, so it appeared they were not there by force but merely being held in some spiritual bondage by the accusing words of Satan.
I was walking through a dark city; high-rise buildings surrounded me. I felt intense fear and could see large airplanes crashing toward the town as I looked up. People were running in terror, looking for cover.
