- The Visions of Judgment
(A Story that Contains Prophetic Words from God) (PART 12)
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This is a short story about a young man named Steven who was given dreams
from God that reveal truth God has shown me (the writer) that His Church needs
to hear. Though this is written as fiction, the words spoken by Jesus are actual words
that God showed me. So, this is not just a fictional work. It applies to our current
world and to the Church. I encourage you to seek God about this to find out what He
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Life in the Camp
In an instant, Steve was taken to a chow hall filled with many tables. About twelve men sat around each table. He was standing beside a certain table where some men of different ethnic groups were seated, eating soup and bread. A black man was sitting close to Steve, near the end of the table. He chewed slowly and seemed to be pondering over something that troubled him. Beside him, a white man with short, brown hair talked with a red haired man across from him.
“Gary, my wife is probably in
a camp like ours, but I don’t know exactly what she is doing. I hope she
doesn’t have to do the kind of work the Russians make us do,” the red-haired
man said. [See the "Footnote" at the end.]
“I don’t think they treat the
women to manual labor like they do us, Mike,” Gary, the brown-haired man,
replied.
There was a pause of silence
between them as both collected their thoughts. “Mike,” Gary said, “did your
pastor ever speak about the calamities that we saw unfold in recent times?”
“Pastor?” Mike, said,
squinting, trying to understand.
“You told me you went to a
Church some time ago.”
“Oh, yes, yes, I did,” Mike
said. “My pastor never taught about destruction or calamity coming to America. I heard some radio show
hosts discuss it, and some friends mentioned it, but I never heard my pastor
speak of it. And, I don’t think any of the pastors in my town mentioned it
either. Why do you ask?”
“My pastor never mentioned it
either,” Gary said. “I kind of felt cheated. He gave me sermons that amounted
to little or no spiritual benefit when played out in real life. He never spoke
of being persecuted or of denying oneself, taking up one’s cross, and following
Jesus. He never once mentioned anything that was controversial, such as
judgment on the wicked.”
“I want to stop you,” Mike
said with some frustration. “You mean to tell me that you think a Hell and
brimstone sermon from a Bible-thumping preacher is what I should be listening
to? What about grace and love?”
“My pastor only taught about
God’s grace and love,” Gary said calmly. “He never spoke of judgment on sin or
of a nation being judged for its wickedness, but I remembered reading about the
destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah as a young Christian. I was amazed that God
would burn a whole city, but Abraham pleaded with God to spare the city if
there were just 10 righteous people in the whole city. God agreed to spare it
for the sake of 10 righteous people. Abraham had seen God be very merciful to
him. But, the whole city of Sodom was so wicked that only Lot was considered
righteous. His wife disobeyed God’s command, which was announced by angels to
Lot and his family, not to look back at Sodom. But, she did and was turned to a
pillar of salt.”
“That was the Old Testament.
God is different today. He doesn’t judge,” Mike said, taking a bite from a
small chunk of bread.
“She was turned to a pillar
of salt because she refused to repent and forsake Sodom in her heart. America
has turned from God, and become like Sodom. That is why this country is being
judged--”
“This country is not being
judged, Gary,” Mike said, angrily. “This is just the consequences of provoking
Russia to anger and making foolish financial decisions. It has nothing to do
with God’s judgment! God is not the same as He was in the Old Testament.”
“But, I remember a verse
where God says that He doesn’t change. James chapter 1 says that there is no
variableness with God. When God judges a nation for its wickedness, such as
ancient Israel, you can be sure He will judge America, and He is doing that
right now.”
“Shut up,” Mike said in a
low, cold voice that throbbed with anger. “I don’t want to hear about God.
Frankly, I don’t even know if God exists. If He exists, He’s left us to suffer,
even though we are Christians. He’s forgotten us.”
(Emperor Titus) |
“I’m done with this topic,”
Mike said. Leaning forward, he whispered, “Let’s talk about how we can escape
this base, but quietly.”
Mike grimaced. “I don’t want
to talk about a God that doesn’t care about our suffering.”
“He does care about us, and
He wants us to turn back to Him. I wept when I saw My children and wife taken
from me. I wept when I saw this camp. I told God I was sorry for all the sins I
did. I was a bad husband and father, who was cheating on his wife. I was very
selfish and proud. I didn’t really love God before, but now I desire Him. I
want to know Him. He gives me peace even through these sufferings we go
through.”
“That’s nice for you, but I
don’t see it that way. I did good works for God, giving tithe regularly, giving
money to a local orphanage, faithfully attending Church every Sunday. I served
God, but God has left me to die. There is no hope for us. If He exists, God has
abandoned us. End of story.”
“I’m sorry you see it that
way,” Gary said. “I used to think like that too, but My heart changed when I
repented and turned to God.”
There was a silence that
lasted for a moment before the black man beside Gary looked at him and said,
“Excuse me. I overheard your conversation, and I wondered if you could pray for
me.”
“I’d be willing to,” Gary
said.
“My health is starting to
fail me and I don’t think I will be able to make it for another five months of
hard labor. I feel weak and tired. I want to know; does your God accept souls
like me, who did terrible things?”
“If God can save a man who
cheated on his wife, nearly lost his marriage over an affair he had with
another woman, stole from a friend, and despised people who loved God, and lied
many times, while claiming to be a Christian, he can save anyone. That’s who I
used to be.”
“I did worse than that,” the
black man said, somberly. “I wonder if it’s too late for me to repent.”
“It is never too late for
those who desire God and want to repent. God can save anyone who calls on His
Name and who wants to know Him. By the way, what’s your name?”
“Robert. So, how do I call on
His Name?”
“First, you recognize your
need for Jesus to save you from your sins, and that only He can save you by His
blood that He shed at the cross about 2,000 years ago.”
“Okay,” Robert said, nodding.
“The
next point is that you ask Jesus to be your personal Savior and Lord, and to
save you from your sins by His blood and death on the cross alone [Romans 5:7-10]. Jesus took the penalty for sin, which is death [Roman
6:23], which results in Hell for the sinner [Revelation 21:8]. Jesus
Christ died, was buried, and rose from the dead on the third day, just as the
Bible said He would [1 Corinthians 15:3-4]. It is only by accepting Him
as your personal Savior and Lord that you are saved [Acts 16:31, Romans
10:9-10, Ephesians 2:8-9, James 4:7]. It is not by works of righteousness
or by our own effort that we are saved or kept saved [Romans 4:5, Galatians
2:16]. It is only by Jesus Christ that we are saved [Acts 4:12, 1
Timothy 2:5-6, John 14:6]. Christ’s blood alone can make a sinner clean and
whole [Romans 5:1-12].”
“I want to do that,” Robert
said, bowing his head. “What are points in a nutshell?”
“(1.) You recognize that you
cannot get to Heaven by your own works or by any way, but by Jesus Christ and
His blood that He shed. (2.) You want to be set free from sin, and cleansed by
Jesus Christ’s blood, and be saved from the consequences of sin, which is Hell.
(3.) You ask Jesus Christ to be your personal Savior and Lord, and you speak
the truth that He died for you and me, was buried, and rose from the dead.”
Robert bowed his head and
Steve heard him whisper, “God, I’ve made a mess of my life. I did drugs, slept
around, stole from people, and lived in sin. You know that I want to turn from
sin and believe on your Son, Jesus Christ. I don’t want to go to Hell, but I
also know that you want me to be with you in Heaven. I want that too. So,
Jesus, I make you my Lord and Savior. You died and suffered for me, even though
I’ve done terrible things. I thank you for that and that you rose from the
dead. Without you, I’d have no hope. Amen.”
Gary also had been listening
to his prayer. “Amen, brother. You are now a child of God and bound for
Heaven.”
“I feel something different
in my body,” Robert said, with a surprised look on his face. “It feels
strange.”
“That is the Holy Spirit,
Robert,” Gary said. “You’ve been born-again, like Jesus spoke of in the Gospel
of John, chapter 3.”
Robert raised both hands in
the air and said, “Praise God! I’m saved! I’m saved!”
A Russian soldier walked
toward them, scowling. “You men will have more work assignments if you don’t
keep your mouths shut. Loud sounds are not allowed.”
After the soldier left, Mike
grimaced before saying, “You religious nuts are going to get us all in trouble
if you keep that up.”
“Robert was just expressing
himself, Mike,” Gary said. “He should be free to do that. He’s a new man now.”
Mike scowled. “Just keep this
Jesus stuff to yourselves. I don’t want to get in trouble for your enthusiasm.”
“My son,” Jesus said to
Steve, “let us now go to another location, where I will reveal to you more of
the life in the prison camps, and how the people are treated. This will show
your friends and relatives the true nature of the future and what it will
likely have for them, unless they repent and seek Me soon. Let us go.”
With that, Jesus placed his
hand on Steve’s shoulder, and the room vanished from Steve’s eyes.
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A farm field appeared below.
It was in the process of being tilled or cultivated. A team of four men were
attached, by long chains, to an old-fashioned plow, which had been modified to
accompany the attachments. Each prisoner wore wide, leather belts which acted
as padding for metal chains that passed through large loops in the belts, and
wrapped around the waist of each prisoner. They struggled to pull the plow
through the dirt, straining at their chains. Behind them, a man gripping the
handles of the old plow, he was chained to, tried to keep the furrows straight,
while a Russian soldier snapped a whip not far from his shoulders. [Again, see the "Footnote" at the end.]
“Keep moving,” a different
soldier barked, seeing one of the four chained men stumble.
In another acre-sized plot of
land, a different team was hard at work, doing the same task.
A section of land, ten acres
in area, was surrounded by double lines of razor wire fence on either side of a
ditch. Both sides of the ditch were lined with the menacing razor wire, which
tends to snag on clothes like a thorn bush. A small, portable guard tower was
stationed at each corner of the enclosure, armed with a heavy machine gun and
search lights. The Russians also were equipped with infrared scopes on their
rifles.
The man who had stumbled had
regained his footing and continued straining at his chain, trying to keep up
with the other three pulling the plow, but Steve could tell that he was in
pain. He clenched his teeth, trying to help pull the plow through the moist
soil, but after a few more minutes, his strength gave out, and he fell to the
ground. The guard with the whip began lashing the ground near his body,
yelling, “Stand up!”
But, the man was exhausted.
Then, the guard gave him a lash across the back. The man grunted in pain.
Another whiplash struck him, and the prisoner cried out in pain. Mustering his
strength, he tried to stand, but he was very weak. Slowly, he stood to his
feet, and the guard commanded, “Get moving. We must get these furrows done
before dark.”
The man made several more
feet of progress, pulling the chain, before he collapsed again. He tried to get
up, but he could not manage. The guard kicked him, but his body took the impact
like a limp noodle. Like blinds in a window being drawn shut, his eyes closed,
and his life passed from this earth. The guard lashed the body several times
before he stooped down to look at the corpse. He placed his fingers on the neck
to check for a pulse.
With a grunt, he stood and
reached for his two-way, helmet radio, and said: “We have another flat in the
square. We need another hand. Out.”
Steve looked to the right and
saw an earthen bridge across the ditch, at the far end of the enclosure. This
bridge lay beyond a gate which was watched by a guard tower. About a stone’s
throw from that lay another gate connected to a fifteen-foot-tall,
razor-wire-topped fence. Within that compound were more barracks structures and
other buildings.
After a couple minutes, the
gate opened in the barracks enclosure fence, and a military flatbed truck roared through.
Soon, it had passed over the earthen bridge and through the gate leading into
the 10 acres, bumping over the uneven terrain as it went. Its six wheels soon rolled to a
stop before the corpse, and the diesel engine idled, issuing a loud,
guttural purr. A door creaked open and a young soldier hopped out. A prisoner
was handcuffed to a metal rail in the truck bed. He groaned as he saw the plow
with the chained prisoners and thought of the work that lay before him.
A different soldier unlocked
the chain on the corpse, while two guards warily watched the prisoners chained
to the plow. With a heave, two guards plopped the corpse into the truck bed. A
soldier hopped into the truck bed and unlocked the handcuffed prisoner, who
would serve as a replacement for the deceased. Taking no chances, the guard
snapped the handcuff to the corpse’s left wrist. Once the prisoner was off the
truck, a door slammed, and the flatbed headed back, bouncing over the uneven
earth.
The fresh prisoner was locked
up to the empty harness, and the five men were commanded to keep plowing.
“Get back to work!” a soldier
yelled, snapping his whip for emphasis.
Steve touched Jesus Christ’s
robe and looked up into his loving, green eyes. “Lord Jesus,” he said, “you’ve
shown me people suffering in a coal mine, and now as slaves dragging a plow,
but why? Why do these people have to suffer so much?”
Looking at him with love and
compassion, the Jesus said:
“My son, these people are
very resistant to My Spirit and to My convictions, for they know that I have
been calling out to them, but they have been resisting Me more and more,
hardening their hearts against Me, and against My Spirit, who has been calling
out to them and pleading with them every moment. They have made their foreheads
like flint, and their necks like brass, and they refuse to forsake their
selfish, stubborn, and defiant ways.
“Some, like Robert, as you
have seen, have repented and turned to Me during these trying times, but many
others refuse to repent, and will not say ‘yes’ to My Spirit calling out to
them. I am grieved with their hearts, and I shall not let them enter into My
rest, unless they repent. For, I give all men the equal opportunity to repent
from sins and come to Me.
“I call out to each person,
and I give them the power to decide if they will repent, or if they will
forsake My pleadings, and forsake My ways. I do not force them to repent and
come to Me, but I plead with them, that if possible, they will repent, and come
to Me. I say ‘if possible’ to show you that it is possible for them to come to
Me, but the choice they make to say ‘no’ to Me makes the likelihood that they
will repent become less and less. I give men a free will to choose Me or reject
Me. That is correct.
“Now, we will visit a city to
show you what life will be like during the time just prior to the Russians
invading.”
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[Footnote: Russians are not the enemy, neither are the Chinese. Both are people just like you and me. But, God will use Russia and China to judge wicked nations, which will not repent from their rebellion against Him.]
[A Note About Repenting:
To be saved and born-again,
one must desire to repent from sin. This means that one wants to turn from his
(or her) sins, and trust only in Jesus Christ to save him (or her). One can’t
be saved if he (or she) doesn’t even desire to forsake sin. If someone just
prays a prayer but doesn’t want to turn from sin, he (or she) is not actually
saved.
Question: “Why should we
repent from sin?”
We have a human nature that
is sinful. Sin will bring damnation in Hell if one doesn’t repent and make
Jesus Christ his (or her) personal Savior and Lord. When one repents, he (or
she) must realize that he (she) still sins, but there is a desire to turn away
from sin, and a regret for sinning. One must realize that only by knowing Jesus
Christ as his (her) personal Savior and Lord can one make the choice to
actually turn from sin. After being saved, we must look to Jesus to help us,
and we must choose to say “no” to temptation, and repent from sin that God is
convicting (or showing) us about. The power to do this is found in seeking and
having a personal relationship with our loving God and Abba Father, through
Jesus Christ our Lord and Savior, Who is One with God the Father.]
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