I just came up from a deep sleep of recovery. I had been stressed up lately and often feeling very strong, but I had to fight through to face the present challenges of life.
For over a month now, I have been experiencing sleepless nights everyday. I would just stay awake having a wonderful intercourse with the LORD and most of the nights, I would get so teary for three straight hours as the LORD kept taking me deeper into himself through the revelation of His Word for He is the Word himself.
Most of our discussion was about the Church then and today. All I did for this period was repent on all our grievous offences that have broken the heart of God – yes, we have broken his heart by our hidden greed for the personal possession of what we call His house.
Somehow, we have become master’s in His house. Yes, bosses and we order people around and threaten them. We have even threatened God’s heritage – His people, with curses and death and His heart bleeds!
I knew within my heart that I must slow down, else I would breakdown in health, for this is already happening. So the LORD caused a deep sleep to come upon me and in that sleep took me to the ancient Rome and showed me a part of the Church (believers washed by the Blood).
I found myself standing on a porch that looked like a Coliseum, but it was not a Coliseum which was suspended in the air without a pillar. I knew it was suspended and held up by the invisible hand of God.
They were not so many in numbers, but they took over the place by their prayers. The walls of the porch was wrapped up in beautiful artistic tapestry of silky white, gently blown by a sweet cool breeze.
Every one of the believers was all woven in white silk and then came a man I knew to be Apostle Paul. He wore a red vest on, and artistically woven with, the white silk. His hair was white and had a white beard and on his head was a golden crown.
The people had this holy respect for him, and his teachings were too deep for the ordinary man to grasp. The soft breeze kept blowing and as I turned to look behind, I heard these words: “The once glorious place has now turned into a coliseum of blood.”
The once beautiful porch suspended and held up in mid air has turned into a field of gladiator display.
As I tried walking out of that age of time and out of the coliseum, I observed one of the black gladiators who saw me and thought I was there to kill him and was getting ready to defend himself after killing his opponent.
I beckoned on him and signal led him that I was going out of the arena. I wept as I left, not knowing how the “once gloriously suspended porch had turned into an arena of blood bath..”
I weep, yes I weep. How we have missed it!
Today, men have replaced the invisible hand of God that held and sustained the Church and are doing it by the works of flesh, with the greed of Church ownership!
Shouldn’t we return to the model as God originally intended?
LORD restore your glory once again!
~ Stephen Hanson
Stephen Hanson of In His Truth Ministries came to the LORD is a special way in 1975 and has prophesied regularly since. In these end-time birthing pangs we are reminded that judgment must first begin with the household of God. Will we be prepared and ready?