A Vision

I looked and saw A curtain opened up in the eastern sky over Asia, and a multitude of people watching as they were facing towards sunrise. The groom and bride stood as one person, behind the open curtain, the husband was Christ the head, and the bride was his church the body. I could see the back of the heads of untold millions gazing into this revelation, and as they understood it, they joined this one body, disappearing into the light that emanated from them (the husband and His bride).

Meanwhile I saw two separate gatherings taking place upon the earth, the people to the left and the people to the right and then there was a division with no more in between. I could see that those in the light were joined with the bride and groom who seemed to be elevated just above the earth, I thought of the scripture that says, “and I saw the Lord and He was high and lifted up and his train filled the temple.” I remembered the scripture that said, “ARISE and shine for the glory of the Lord is come and the glory of the Lord has come upon you, a gross darkness has covered the earth, and a great darkness the people, but His light shall shine upon you, and kings will come to the brightness of your dawn, and I thought of our dawn as the bride manifesting the risen son, Christ through Her.

But I saw people gathered in that darkness, below that moved away from her, now they see, now they know, they are deceived by Satan; yet, they are not deceived about who it is they are fighting against, any longer.

And then I saw the Lord look at the gathering of darkness, and the people were covered in a dark mist. I heard him speak many woes to that gathering that began to come together as one lump sum of it all. And the woes He cried went down into guttural utterances saying, “woe” “woe” “woe” , many of them, it made me buckle to my knees. But then I would look at the groom/bride and rejoice for she was lovely and God breathed blessing upon her and cried out affirmations, and she stood magnificent as light continued to draw many to her, making her more and more glorious.

We were all most done, it was almost time to bring it all to a conclusion. But then I saw this thing where the shepherd’s great reach went back past the darkness to a trash pile of husk and chaff, fuel for fire.

He was moving so quickly, sifting through it, he took it over to the threshing floor, one more time, while those who were gathered in the light with beautiful white robes, long-suffered a little while longer, I could see heat waves intensify in the moment, coming from somewhere out of screen shot. But the saints bore it patiently waiting for him to finish. They endured what he was enduring. They were waiting, the burden was in the waiting, the long-suffering was in the waiting …One more time, one more shaking he went to the pile of refuse, and searched one more time. I saw what fell into his hand, just a small handful, but it was grain, I seen it fall from the chaff.

In the first move of God he took grain into the threshing floor, in this second move, in his abundant mercies, He took a pile of chaff back to the threshing floor, to search through it, he shook it, and fire mingled with it, hot enough to burn the chaff into ash but the wheat that was there remained . He shook the chaff and sparse grains fell into his hands. I saw them in his hand (his sleeves were up as if he was reaching into a furnace) the wheat then turned into glowing coals, then burning coals of fire, then gold …

In the next scene I saw the Lord’s garment sleeves down, we were in another place, he was wearing a white robe, and a prayer shawl, white and blue with tassels. WE were at the alter in the throne room of God. I could see pillars that reached so high it seemed as though they disappeared into heavenly clouds, seemingly with no end, I thought of the scripture that says, He that over-comes will I make a pillar in the temple of my God. It was all white, a great white throne.

I then saw that the coals in his hand became very thin scrolls. They were the life story of the coals (wheat saved from the pile of chaff). The life story was very, very short. They were living epistles who had very little time on this earth to walk out their faith from the time they were snatched from a pile of refuse and rescued, until the time of the end. But they had the greatest testimony ever to be told. It was the testament of the mercy of God, HIs mercy endures forever! Give praise to the Lord of Hosts for his mercy endures forever!

And the epistles sang this song, over and over and over again, give thanks unto the Lord of Hosts for His mercy endures forever … OH how the first are last and the last are first! What privilege they have to testify to His great mercy and is now able to honor him forever and ever at the throne room of grace, whereby we obtain mercy from God.

…I saw them rolled as letters, living epistles, little scrolls, in the hands of the Lord. They were in his left hand and I some how knew that they were to minister at the alter forever to tell the story of how they were so utterly lost, yet He heard their pleas ..

He reached down past the moorings of the mountains; past the earth with it’s bars, closed behind them forever; yet brought them up, their life from the pit. Their souls fainted within them, they remembered the Lord; their prayer went up to Him in His holy temple. “Those who regard worthless idols forsake their own mercy, but they (these rescued) will sacrifice to you with a voice of thanksgiving; they will pay what they have vowed. Salvation belongs to the Lord.” Jonah 2:6-9

… as lightening flashes from east to west so will the coming of the son of man be. 1 Cor. 15:52 It will happen in a moment, in the blink of an eye, when the last trumpet is blown. For when the trumpet sounds, those who have died will be raised to live forever. And we who are living will also be transformed.