- The Visions of Judgment
(A Story that Contains Prophetic Words from God)
(PART 18: Final Part)
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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
Steve’s
Warning
Smoke
wafted upwards through vents in a propane barbecue grill and
dispersed into the fresh autumn air. A blue sky and bright sun provided
cheerful colors to the city park below. Birds perched in the upper branches of
maple trees sang happy notes while squirrels scampered through the trees and on
the grass. The leaves were changing color from green to red and golden, and
some had made their fluttering descent to the grass below.
A group of twenty-three
people gathered under an open, round, wooden gazebo, chatting, arranging
dishes, and socializing. Some children played with sticks and toys nearby,
laughing and making sound effects with their mouths. Steve and his parents
arrived a little late. They walked toward the group from a nearby parking lot.
As they walked, Steve felt some fear, but he chose to give it to God, knowing
that his Heavenly Father cared about him, and would guide him in what to say to
this group of relatives and in-laws. He didn’t have time to share all his
dreams and visions with them, but he could share something with them.
Steve could see his uncle,
Max, pulling out a box and removing some objects from it. Max whistled to the
children, and they looked up at him, curious. Then, he removed some colored
tennis balls and started juggling two of them. He then deftly added another,
and another. In a few seconds, Max was juggling a dozen colored spheres.
Children watched him, mesmerized by the performance.
Steve’s aunt Margaret, a
middle-aged lady with glasses and medium-brown hair, looked up from a dish of
Chicken Manicotti she had just set down.
“Hello, Steve,” she said
cheerfully as he neared the gazebo, “how is my brother’s only son doing?”
“I’m well,” Steve said,
smiling. He was feeling the fear leave. “How are you and Uncle Jason?”
“We’re holding together as
best as we can,” She said, chuckling.
“How are Billy and Fred?”
Steve asked.
“They’re doing good. Billy
just started college at the Westview Ridge Music Academy. He’s an excellent
trumpet player.”
Steve glanced away and
noticed his cousin, Billy, chatting with Henry and Mary, who were part Chinese,
due to Chinese blood from their mother, Lin Cheng. Steve enjoyed talking with
them. They seemed to love God and were good musicians. Mary played the flute in
a volunteer orchestra, while her brother Henry did small performances on a
grand piano. But, both enjoyed playing hymns too.
Steve returned his attention
to his aunt. They chatted a bit more before someone near the barbecue grill
announced: “The food is ready!” Then, the relatives formed a line, waiting
their turn to pile their plates with food. As they waited, Steve overheard his
uncle Terry, standing in front of him, discussing the latest football game of
his favorite team with his brother-in-law, Jim. He described the game in
detail, and only paused to let Jim add some comments.
Jim’s Catholic wife, Sarah,
standing beside him, spoke to Terry when the conversation went to a lull. “So,
Terry,” Sarah said, “have you and Angela thought about visiting St. Steven’s
with us this Sunday?” [See “Footnote” 1.].
“Sarah, thanks for the
invite, but if I had a religion, it would be football,” Terry said, chuckling.
“Maybe you’d like to visit a
protestant church, then?” Sarah asked.
“A football game is my
church,” Steve said, grinning. “You’ve got multitudes of faithful fans, plenty
of action, and convenient food and beverages.”
Steve took some mental notes
on the conversation before he took a hamburger from the grill and took his
plate to a picnic table. He sat beside his cousin Henry and they visited for a
little while, and discussed their favorite verses in the Bible, and talked
about music. After some time passed, Steve stood up and walked toward a water
container with a tap. As he filled up his glass, a voice spoke to his spirit
and soul. It was his Abba Father God’s loving and kind voice.
“My son,” Abba God said, “I
am with you. You have done well. Now, very soon, I will have you speak to your
relatives and give them a warning, like you saw Frank do in the dream I gave
you. I will have you warn them about the judgment to come, and have you tell
them that they need to repent and seek Me.
“I will be with your mouth
and will give you the words to say. Don’t be afraid. It will go well. Now, go
ahead and call them to listen to you. I will be with your mouth to give you the
words. And, I the Lord your God and Father have spoken.”
Steve felt some fear
attacking him and said, “Dear Abba Father, I feel afraid. I feel that they
would reject me if I spoke. They would feel that I interrupted their family
time.”
“My son,” Abba God said, “I
am with you. I will guide you in what to say. Just give your fear to Me, and
know that I shall work on their hearts. Some may reject what you say, but
others will receive it. I will be with you always. And, I the Lord your God and
Abba Father have spoken.”
“Thank you, Abba Father. I
give you this fear that I’m feeling of being rejected,” Steve said with
meaning. As he did, he felt more peace reach into his heart and the conviction
that what Abba God said was truly from Him. Steve realized that his relatives
really needed to hear this message God was putting on his heart.
Steve took a drink from his
cup and set it down. Now, with a new boldness starting to come over him, he
cleared his throat and spoke to the group. “Excuse me,” Steve said. But, his
voice was only somewhat louder than the average chatter, and no one seemed to
notice.
“Excuse me, everyone,” Steve
said louder as he picked up two metal spoons and tinged them against each
other.
Now, more people were looking
his direction, but some continued their conversations. But, in a few moments,
others made them aware that Steve was trying to get their attention. Soon, all
the children and adults were looking at him.















