Chapter VIII

"And the Lord answered me, and said,

write the vision, and make it plain upon tables, that he may run that readeth it." Habakkuk 2:2 (KJ)

" For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the Archangel, and with the trump of God, and the dead in Christ shall rise first: then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord. Wherefore comfort one another with these words." I Thessalonians 4:16-18 (KJ)

During my years of isolation I have closely studied two books in my collection which were written by the Chinese preacher, Watchman Nee. The books are titled: Latent Power of the Soul and Love Not the World. Even though the writings were done in the earlier part of this century (the 30's I think) they nevertheless perfectly describe our times and the things taking place around us.

The first one, Latent Power of the Soul tells of a counterfeit power that cloaks itself as the Holy Spirit. The Lord Jesus warned to "Let no man deceive you," and there has never been a more deceptive era than the one we live in now.

The biggest deception in the church today is the doctrine of the tribulation of seven years followed by a thousand year millennium of peace on earth. Although this has been discussed in earlier chapters it is important that it be addressed again before this writing ends.

We know that both the tribulation and the millennium are based primarily on two sources - Ezekiel's temple and the twentieth chapter of Revelation. The chapter in Revelation has been addressed by the Lord Jesus earlier in this writing. But what about Ezekiel's temple? Are there answers to be found there? Probably so.

Consider the possibility that Ezekiel's temple is not an actual temple. When Christ Jesus says to the church at Philadelphia: "Him that over cometh will I make a pillar in the Temple of my God, and he shall go no more out. " (Revelation 3:12 K J)

Now, does the Lord actually intend to turn the believer into an actual pillar in an actual temple? Are we the Temple of God, made with living stones, or are we not? Will we become as the Angels in heaven, or will we not?

There are some very interesting details concerning the temple described by Ezekiel. One is that none of the Levites but the sons of Zadoc will be allowed to minister there. If anyone today can identify a descendant of Zadoc it would be a very big surprise.

Ezekiel described gates on the north, the south, the east, the west. John in the book of Revelation also describes gates:

On the East three gates; on the North three gates; on the South three gates; and on the West three gates. (Revelation 21:13 KJ)

And the twelve gates were twelve pearls..." (Revelation 21:27 KJ)

Ezekiel describes a flow of waters from under the threshold eastward; first to the ankles; to the knees; to the loins; finally a river he could not pass over. Could this be the river of life? Yes. Could it be any other river? No. Why not? Chapter 47:9 states:

"And it shall come to pass, that everything that liveth, which moveth, whithersoever the rivers shall come, shall live: . . . and everything shall live whither the river cometh. "

Obviously this is no natural river.

Only the Lord Himself can open our understanding to the scriptures. After his resurrection as he walked with the two on the road to Emmaus where he expounded to them...

"And beginning at Moses and all the prophets, he expounded to them in all the scriptures the things concerning Himself. " (Luke 24:27 KJ)

Later with his disciples:

And he said unto them, "These are the words which I spake unto you, while I was yet with you, that all things must be fulfilled, which were written in the law of Moses, and in the prophets, and in the Psalms concerning me. Then He opened their understanding, that they might understand the scriptures. (Luke 24:44, 45 KJ)

He opened their understanding to the scriptures. He will do the same for us if we ask him. Why don't we ask?

Pride. Pride keeps many believers locked into doctrines that conflict with scripture. Pride. It's a hard thing to hold to a doctrine for sometimes a life span and then awake one morning with the revelation that it's error.

I don't believe that anyone who holds to the '7 year tribulation and the millennium' is ever at total peace with the doctrine. They are forever and always trying to support it, to prop it up, to undergird with the latest idea or theory. They use world events, they twist the scriptures, take them out of context; they write book after book, they make movies (for those who miss the Lord's return); they allow their imagination full reign to embrace any crazy off-the-wall idea, then spread the baseless notion. Anything to prove a point - even if the point is wrong and leads to great deception.

Why should it matter what's going on in the earth if all believers are gone?

Were the unbelievers spared when the rain began to fall in Noah's day? Were the unbelievers spared in Sodom and Gomorrah when Lot and family were lead out? Why should any believer today think that Jesus used these two explicit examples for our times, if He didn't mean it? The truth is that He did mean it. If it were not so then He wouldn't have said it.

Once a word or vision from the Lord becomes settled and sure in the mind and heart of the one who received it, then there is peace. For me, a process had to take place over the span of years before I felt this peace concerning the visions, dreams and words from the Lord. I call it my ' four plantings' and I use the parable of the sowing of the word as spoken by Christ Jesus to draw a parallel.

First, the word or vision is given. Right away the devil comes saying, "Naaah.... that can't be true. You didn't really hear from the Lord... You imagined the whole thing..." Over and over the attacks come until doubt and confusion creeps in along with the questions - "Did I really hear from the Lord? Did I really see what I saw?"

Then comes the second planting. The word or vision doesn't seem to have much root. At first there is rejoicing that the Lord gave it to you, but when the heat begins to accompany the blazing rhetoric of skeptics and nay-sayers, the root begins to wither and dry. Is clinging to the word or vision really worth the ridicule and all the 'are you crazy' looks?

Next comes the third planting and with it, the cares of this world, the trials of life, the pain and suffering. The word or vision is rendered to a place of near irrelevance. It may well be that the word is sure and the vision is true, but it hardly matters at all because one finds oneself in such a beaten, numb, emotionless state.

But thank God, having survived the first three, finally comes the fourth planting. That when the word or vision settles into the heart and mind and peace finally comes. It's planted now and it will not be uprooted by any new obstacle. Under the Lord's sure care it will grow and bear fruit to the Glory of God. This is where the word or vision becomes unshakable. You're sure that you're sure but at the same time, are free of pride and/or arrogance. It's a quiet unassuming sureness given by the Grace of God and the faithfulness of the Holy Spirit.

The fourth planting is also the planting of resurrection. The word or vision has fallen into the ground and died only to find the real life was in its death. It begins to spring up through the soil, all the while reaching heavenwardly. It is now ready to be released as the Lord leads, the way the Lord leads, to whom the Lord chooses.

The Lord has given me two words which describe the final harvest, the harvest I call the "compelling" harvest. The two words are "sudden" and "short."

I made the mistake years ago of thinking that the Lord's 'sudden' means 'soon'. But, it doesn't mean 'soon'. It means 'sudden'.

And why is it called the 'compelling' harvest? Because the Lord Jesus tells of a marriage supper where those invited to attend find excuses not to do so. His command is then sent forth to 'compel' those in the roadsides and hedges to come in.

It could well be that at this very moment the marriage supper is receiving its final preparations. All that is left is the Lord's command to 'compel them to come in.' When that order comes I can't say all that will happen in that time period the Lord called 'short', but I can tell the things He's told me about it.

For instance, there will be miracles that not even the most hardened skeptic can doubt. Miracles such as hospitals being emptied in a moment of time because every patient has been healed. Every kind of healing will take place.

AIDS suffer(er?)s will be totally healed and delivered. The Lord gave me a vision of a young man who was dying of the disease. I saw the young man lying on a bed, his body reduced to skin and bones with huge lesions covering his face and extremities. It was a most pitiful sight to behold.

Then, I watched as the Lord Jesus Himself approached the bed and sat down beside the dying man. I watched as the Lord gathered the young man into His arms and cradle him next to His bosom. Tears began to run freely down the dying face. I looked on in wonderment as the blotches begin to fade away and then disappear altogether. The young man had blonde hair shaped in a crew cut. Suddenly his hair became very shiny and stood up orderly and neat. I saw flesh return to his bones and his eyes began to dance and sparkle. When the Lord finally let go of him, the young man was completely healed, delivered and restored.

I wept a long time after the vision faded. I was convicted by what I had seen. I was guilty of harboring harsh judgmental attitudes towards suffer(er)s of the AIDS virus. When I saw the Lord's tenderness and compassion toward the young man, it touched my heart. I realized that those with AIDS will have no more to answer for than we who sit in judgement of them and their disease. Only Christ Jesus is the just judge because only He knows the heart.

Another sharp rebuke from the Lord happened one day while I was praying. Christ Jesus told me in blunt words:

"Stop looking down your nose at those still in the world."

At those words, I stopped praying and began to examine my attitude toward others, particularly the lost. I fell short, very short indeed. The Lord truly is kind and patient with believers such as myself who go on expeditions to remove moats from the eyes of others; all the while a telephone pole is securely lodged in our own eye. I began to abhor my ever present tendency toward judging, condemning, always finding fault. It had taken years for me to get a glimpse of the helpless, pathetic soul I truly am. I began to cry out for mercy and deliverance as the light exposed my own deep-seated sinfulness.

I recall a time when I asked the Lord to talk with me about believers of times gone by and what He thought about them. He told me about two, both from England. The first was a man who battled the spirit of pride throughout his entire ministry and the second man was one who the Lord described as 'one who wouldn't let go.' When he would find a promise in the word that his heart could receive, the Lord said that he would cling boldly to it until the fulfillment came. There was a certain cheerfulness in His voice which made me sense that the second man had a special walk with the Lord. Although the Lord told me the names of the two men as He talked with me about them, I am not free to write them down in this book.

It was during this period of time that the Lord taught me about the manifestation of a promise, a dream, a vision from heaven. He showed me in the well-known fact that although He, Himself, was slain before the foundation of the earth, the manifestation of that slaying took place only less that two thousand years ago.

He taught me that a word, a promise from the Lord is fulfilled the moment it is given, but the manifestation my take place years later, months later, days later, or instantly. God's word is never unfulfilled, only unmanifested.

When the prophet Samuel anointed David, the shepherd boy, to be King over Israel, the moment that oil touched David God's word was fulfilled. However, the manifestation of that word took place years later after many trials and tribulations. Just as David entered into his earthly kingdom after many tribulations, we are promised the same. We enter into God's kingdom also after many tribulations.

And this brings back the vision the Lord gave to me of the four doors. He showed me the fourth door first, the door that opened onto the street of gold; heaven. Then when He told me that I was seeing the fourth door - that there were three doors before it, I was not disturbed or troubled by the announcement of the three additional doors. It was the fourth door that most impressed my mind and it is looking to that door which has helped during these years of fiery trials.

I once asked the Lord to tell me about heaven and what it would be like there. The first thing I learned was that heaven could not be measured. Just as God can not be measured, neither can His dwelling place. Both the Psalmist and Solomon state that the 'heaven of heavens cannot contain Thee' and it is so very true. This entire universe with all its vastness could not fill one corner of heaven.

If one sees this earth as beautiful with its mountains and valleys, seashores and rivers - it does not begin to compare with the beauty of heaven. I know because the Lord has allowed me brief glimpses into eternity.

In 1986 I had a neighbor who was diagnosed with liver cancer at age forty-nine. His name was David and I had grown up next door to him. Though he was older than I, he had always been special. After we moved away from the old neighborhood, I didn't see much of David or his family, but we kept in touch through our parents.

One day as I was driving home from a shopping spree in late summer of 1985, I had just turned onto the Natchez Trace Parkway which led to my home, when the Holy Spirit spoke these words to me:

"Go see David."

Although I knew that David had been diagnosed with liver cancer I had not gone to see him because I was uncomfortable with the situation, and didn't know what to say. However, that day the command was clear so I turned my van around and headed toward David's house. I had no idea of what I would do or say.

It turned out to be a wonderful visit. It was that time in my life that the Lord's presence was very evident, and right away David asked, "What's happened to you? You look different - and seem different."

I told him about the changes the Lord had made in my life and we spent the entire afternoon talking about the Lord, and the directions of our lives. David apologized to me for not attending either my Dad's or my nephew's funeral the summer before. He told me that he "just couldn't." His wife and three sons had been present during our losses and had been helpful. At the time I wondered why we didn't see David, but the fact that he wasn't there didn't bother me or my family. Still I could see that he was troubled about it so I told him that it was alright; that we understood.

He said, "I just couldn't picture Mr. Homan (my dad) dying... he was always so full of life... I never thought about him dying. And Jeff..." His voice faded and he stared helplessly at me.

I was aware of the fact that for many years during David's twenties and thirties that he went through a long period of time when the fear of dying completely overwhelmed his life. His family took him many places, to many specialists who could find nothing physically wrong with him. It took years but he finally overcame the fear somewhat.

I wanted the Lord to heal David of the liver cancer. I knew He could so I began a prayer crusade on David's behalf. Then one day as I dressed to go to the hospital where David had been admitted for treatment, the Lord spoke to me:

"Take your oil with you, and when you get there anoint David on the area above the liver. Make a cross with the oil then say aloud, 'In the name of Jesus...David, you are healed."

I trembled all the way to the hospital. The presence of the Holy Spirit was so great I could hardly hold myself up. Then when I entered the hospital room I was shocked at the number of people there. I stared at his wife and his mother. What was I to do? For some reason I had assumed that David would be alone.

The people there did not believe in Divine healing. I knew they would think I had lost my mind if I took out the oil and anointed David. They would see me as a wild-eyed religious fanatic. I began to question the entire situation. What if it wasn't the Lord's voice I heard? What if I anointed David and he died anyway?

I chickened out. Feeling absolutely lower than a grubworm I left the hospital and drove home. I cried much of the trip because of my utter failure of faith when it mattered most. I had been more concerned about what people thought about me, than in my obeying the Lord. In my heart I knew if I had done as the Lord directed me to do, David would have been instantly healed.

I pleaded with the Lord for another chance, but it never came. I felt ashamed and guilty. Pride kept me from obeying the Lord - stupid pride. When I left home that day I never imagined I would do other than what the Lord told me to do. And by my so doing, David would be well again.

When he began to die, my guilt increased. I still clung to the hope that Jesus would heal him. I even gave his wife a verse from Psalm 118 to hold to for David. But that was my flesh and not the Holy Spirit.

David got to go home that time, and some time later when I was at his house he told me, "I don't want to get well ... I'm tired of the battle.. I'm ready to go... when the Lord is ready for me, I'm ready for Him."

Shocked, I exclaimed, "David, you don't mean that!"

He looked straight at me. "Yes," he nodded, "I've felt this way from the beginning when I was first diagnosed with cancer. I've known all along I wasn't going to get well. The Lord has given me time to get ready... and now I am ready."

I left his home that day very puzzled and confused.

A few days later I was again at the hospital and David was very near death. His pastor came into the room, leaned over the bed to speak with David.

"David," he said in a near whisper, "Is everything all right between you and your Lord?"

David whispered a simple, "Yes."

And I knew it was. David died and I wept. For several days I wept because I realized that I had been so busy promoting my own agenda in prayer on David's behalf, I'd failed to seek the Lord's. I wanted Him to heal David. I never once considered what anyone else might want in the matter. Then I realized that the Lord had known all along that I wouldn't follow through with anointing David that day in the hospital. The Lord had known all along. Up until that time I had been extremely confident in my ability to both hear and obey the Lord. After meeting my weakness head on, that self-confidence lessened a good deal.

For days following David's death I grieved. Then late one afternoon while I sat deep in thought the Lord showed me something that completely healed my heart from the grief and confusion about David.

It was as if a veil was pulled back which allowed me to glimpse heaven. I saw Daddy and David sitting under a most beautiful tree on a small hill. They were talking and laughing. Just below the hill I saw a river of sparkling water which looked like diamonds turned to liquid. In the water I saw my nephew Jeff, swimming. The three of them were so shiny beautiful and happy, I felt the grief and confusion leave me. The view lasted only a few moments but the impact is everlasting.

Heaven is so much more than we can know or imagine. After seeing that picture the Lord showed me of Daddy, David and Jeff I became more inquisitive, asking the Lord to share with me facts about heaven.

One day I asked Him if I could learn to play a harp when I got there? I had played the French horn in school but I had a secret longing to play the harp. When Christ Jesus answered me, there was a sound of laughter in His voice. He said: "That's a request I don't get very often."

Yes, I would be allowed to learn and play the harp if I desired. I asked Him if we would "work" in heaven. I came to understand that we would work, but no longer by the sweat of the brow, absent thorns and thistles. If one wants to farm, he can. If you want to cook, you can: if you want to sew, you can: if you want to explore the deepest secrets of the universe, you can. Nothing will prevent anyone from gaining their heart's desire. There's worship and praise and fellowship, all overflowing with love. There's recreation along with work. But, the best part is being with Jesus.

If one can measure the height, the width, the depth of God, then heaven can be measured; but, if not, heaven remains as measureless as God Himself.

I had once prayed that the Lord would show every believer the vision of hell that He showed to me. Equally I prayed that every believer would be given a glimpse of heaven.

Heaven is not a cold sterile place full of piety and holier-than-thou saints. Rather, it's warm and relaxed and everyone there is joyous and happy. It's a place of total "at-ease" in the awesome presence of the creator who made us all and who will dwell with us forever.

I believe that no one would willingly miss heaven if he or she understood what a wonderful place it is. Paul wrote that he "longed to depart and be with Christ" and he wasn't just making idle comments to fill a page. The Lord had allowed him to glimpse heaven and Paul saw things he could not even write about.

For what reason would anyone reject the only place of perfect bliss? There's so much suffering and pain in this world, and so little joy and contentment.

Twice the Lord has shown me visions of the world's population and both times I saw an innumerable throng of people. They resembled a huge wheat field as far as the eye could see in all directions. Arms waved helplessly. As if carried back and forth by an unkind wind; cries and wails of anguished souls filled the air. It was very hard to look upon and even more difficult to think upon.

It makes one wonder how anyone awakens to face a day without Christ Jesus in charge. I often marvel how I made it for so many years of my life being tossed and blown by every wind of earthy reasoning and philosophy. Were it not for God's grace I would have long ago perished in the darkness.

And all those in darkness today need the Lord. I remember a lesson the Lord taught me one day as I sat watching television. I had seen a report about a criminal who had displayed extreme cruelty to his victim. I cringed thinking that hell must have a special place for the likes of him. I hoped so. I had hardly finished the thought when suddenly the Lord showed me that criminal's life, from his birth on. As a baby he had been unwanted and severely neglected and abused from the crib. I clearly saw the dirty-faced smelly little baby lying in his own waste, his tiny hands clinched in tight fists as he cried out in hunger. I watched him as a toddler being beaten and slammed against the wall. Then he grew older and I saw him being slapped and punched, screamed at by a loud shrill voice which told him how worthless he was and how he would never amount to anything. Then I saw something very strange - his little heart inside his chest began to shrink from blood red and healthy to the stage where it looked like a piece of coal, hard and black.

Suddenly I understood why the Lord commanded His followers to 'visit the prisoner'. This hardened criminal was a perfect candidate for salvation through God's grace and the Blood of Jesus. He was as much a candidate as the crucified thief who hung beside Christ Jesus on the cross.

What hope does any criminal have outside of Jesus Christ? What hope does anyone have outside Jesus Christ?

By the Lord allowing me to see the criminal's life I understood a little more clear how God knows everything about everyone. It's quite amazing to consider that He's mapped each individual genetic code all the way from Adam to the moment H begins to knit us in our mother's womb. That means that from millions of sperm cells and egg cells God knows and ordains the exact ones to come together to form each individual. How else could our names have been written in the Lamb's Book of Life before the foundation of the earth.

There are no accidents in God's sphere of knowledge and activity. His intelligence, wisdom and ways are beyond human comprehension, except by revelation through His son.

Nothing is hidden from Him. He sees us throughout our lives. He watches over us when we are filled with despair, with hate, with confusion, with vengeance. He brings us to that day when we, like the publican, can beat our chest and cry out, "Oh God...have mercy on me a sinner!"

And all who have come face to face with their own wretchedness, with their own helplessness, with their own sinfulness - and have cried to the Lord for salvation are the ones which He will lift from this earth that day to spend eternity with Him.

We know that the sacrifice of Jesus on the cross paid our sin debt in full.

And how do we know this? Because Jesus died. The Holy Spirit has taught me over the years that the fact that Jesus died is almost equal to the resurrection in importance, if not equal. When one considers that the Lord 'knew no sin', and that the 'wages of sin' is death, the cross becomes awesome indeed. Had Jesus not given His life over to death by becoming "sin" for us, He would still be walking the earth. Since He was sinless, death had no claim whatever on Him. By the fact He died tells us that somehow our sins were all transferred to Him...and that's the only way death could touch Him.

He died for our sins and was raised for our justification. Thus, in Him we are complete and blameless before God.

Now as the last pages of this writing draws close, it is time to return again to the vision of His second coming and His instructions to me written inside my chest by the finger of God. Habakkuk 2:2.

"And the Lord answered me, and said, write the vision, and make it plain upon tables, that he may run that readeth it." (Habakkuk 2:2 KJ)

Those instructions make it clear to me that someone will read this writing. Who will read it, how many will read it ... I do not know. Nor would I venture a guess. It is settled in my heart and mind that the answers to those questions rests entirely with the Lord.

I had no idea how to write this book, so from the start, I committed it all to the Lord - my mind, my heart, my hand - and asked Him day by day, page by page to lead me. There has been no prepared outline, no thought given to the next line, or next paragraph, or next page.

I will give as an example the visions the Lord gave to me about the world's population where the people resembled wheat fields. When the visions were quickened to my mind it was a Sunday night after I had gone to bed. I felt that somehow the Lord wanted it included in this writing, so I asked, "Lord, how do I write that?"

He answered me with:

"I will show you on Tuesday."

I went to sleep and didn't think about it anymore. The next day, Monday, I had forgotten all about it as I wrote the amount the Holy Spirit led me to write. Then came Tuesday and as I was writing, again the visions of the world's population came to mind, and it fell into place on the very page I was writing. It was Tuesday and it happened just as the Lord said.

Which brings me to the point - everything is going to happen just as the Lord says it will. When I think back to the Fall of '84 (late summer or fall) I am amazed at it all. At the time the Lord showed me the vision of His return, I was a mere babe in the Lord. At the end of the vision I had no idea what I had witnessed or felt. I knew nothing about the "Rapture", but I did know that what I had seen was an event beyond description. I've attempted to relate the utter bliss, the overwhelming joy, the total freedom I experienced as the shackles of this life fell away, but believe me, nothing I've written can actually describe the way it will be on that day. I don't want anyone to miss it though I suspect there will be those who will choose the outer darkness, the fires of hell.

It took years before the revelation came to me that there truly is not an option to Calvary, to Christ Jesus. The plan of salvation had been determined before the earth's foundation was formed. If there had been any other way at all the Almighty God of the universe would not have sent his only beloved son to suffer and die on a cross. Though our understanding may be limited as to why the cross was necessary, we may all be certain that it was necessary or it would never have been raised that day with the Lord of Glory hanging on it - for us... For all of us - Jew and Gentile, bond and free, male and female.

How can so great a salvation be refused? As I think back to the vivid fires of hell I saw that day with the Lord Jesus and myself standing on that ledge which overlooked the fiery waves, I remember the sorrow that filled me. It was not human sorrow, but rather, Godly sorrow. It came from beyond me, traveled through me, then released me. My tears were most hot and bitter, but the Lord's gentle smile took them away forever.

There are no fat Bhudda's idols, for the perishing to rub the head or stomach, floating atop the rolling swells of the fires of hell. Mohammed was nowhere to be seen or found, or even spoken of at all. There were no silver or gold idols made by the hand of man. No indeed. There was only the cross, a large wooden cross and it floats atop the fires of hell in our place.

If there had been any other way for us to escape hell why would a merciful, loving God consent to the horrible death suffered by Jesus. He wouldn't and He didn't. Jesus is the only way. We were bought and paid for by the blood of Jesus, and there's no other way to heaven.

He alone paid our entrance fee to ride in a whirlwind, to walk on streets of pure gold, and most important of all, to bow in worship before the throne of the Holy God, Lord of heaven and earth, the sovereign majesty, the creator of all - the heavens, the earth, the sea, and all that in them is. The Great God Almighty.

Jesus did this for us. No one else - Jesus alone.

And it('s) past time for us to stand up and say so. I believe in the final harvest once again boldness and courage will be granted to the workers of the field. It is true that each person (by his or her will) makes the choice of heaven or of hell. God gave us that freedom to choose. Then He encourages us to choose "life" - and that "life" is in His son... and no one else.

One of the last visions the Lord showed to me was a straight line which I understood to be the time line. I watched with much interest as I saw the earth rolling along that line, somewhat resembling a bowling ball. I saw it form at the beginning of the time line, then roll along the line through the ages. At the present it now hangs precariously at the very end of the line, teetering, ready to roll off into oblivion.

I don't know how much time we have left - hours, days, weeks, months, perhaps years? I do know, however that the earth is at the end of the time line - there's no distance for it to roll on. As it hangs there by a thread, I would not be so foolish as to venture a guess as to when it will roll off into eternity. Only God knows.

Throughout this writing my goal has been to relate as accurately as possible the things the Lord has both shown and taught me. From the first word to the last I've sought His guidance. I've asked Him to bind my soul power, bridle my flesh, and prevent anything to rise up in me that would shade the truth, embellish or exaggerate any vision I've received or any lesson I've been taught.

As plain as I can make my words, the truth is:

Those who are not caught up with Jesus will be burned up with the earth.

He's coming with whirlwinds - perhaps like the one He used to catch away Elijah - or spoke to Job out of.

His coming will be sudden, and those unprepared will not have time to do so. There's not even time to whisper "Lord, save me." It's all over in the blink of an eye.

The day the Lord showed me His return, then instructed me to 'make it plain', I had to first learn what I had seen. I knew it was awesome but I just didn't know what it was.

I recall falling onto my knees beside my bed and crying out: "O God - what was that? ... was that from you! .. I've got to know!"

I now know. It was indeed from God and it will be as He showed me.

What was it? It was the Lord's return ... it was Christ Jesus keeping His word:

"I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also." (John 14:3 KJ)

And now it's time to acknowledge the Grace of God which brought me to the first page and has now brought me to the last one.

Be assured, this work will never be sold nor will it be copyrighted. It belongs to every believer the Lord intends to read it. Freely I have received ... and freely I give. It came from Him and I now release it back to Him.

I close with a return to my first encounter with Christ Jesus when His appearance in my bedroom almost scared me to death. I remember the beautiful vision of Him seated beneath the olive tree, a feather quill in His hand, a parchment in front of Him atop a carved lapboard.

Although it's now been more than fifteen years since that day, the mission has now been completed. I came to understand that someday He would use me to write something - some word from Him.

This is it. And it is done.

Praise God forever!

AMEN AND AMEN

"For the vision is yet for an appointed time, but at the end it shall speak, and not lie: though it tarry, wait for it: because it will surely come, it will not tarry."

Habakkuk 2:3 KJ