.In 1993, the Lord told us to shut down the 501C3, and leave this certain city. we were not a denominational congregation, but we kept the catholic form.
. I was dragging my feet, I think, because of having to leave loved ones that would not.
. I had a dream: I was standing at a table on one side. it was a high table. no chairs. not low like an eating table. on the other side, was my loved ones. my congregation. in the forefront, at the table, was a certain couple. I was pleading. they would not.
. I noticed on the table a white box. it was the size of a box that writing paper comes in. I opened the lid. inside the box were many sticks stacked neatly. they looked just like paint stirrers that you would buy at the paint store. at the top of each of these were a pair of eyes. the eyes were closed in sleep. the Lord spoke to me: sleeping judgements.
. at once, two angels, human form, came in. I was facing the table. they came up to me. they turned and faced the door behind me. they put their arms under my arms, and carried me out; as I was still turned facing my loved ones, with my arms reaching out to them. I was taken out of that city. left to my own devices, there is no telling how long I would have stayed there and begged. Time was up.
. that was 23 years ago.
. that city is a border city. across the border is Mexico.
. since I started this blog, on a regular basis, this blog was preempted, to plead. come out of the church system! right up until the very end. the end of the year, about a week or so before Passover, I pleaded. a new friend came, showing me that I could not do that anymore. left to my own devices, there is no telling how long I would have stayed there and begged. Time was up.
. now. this year. judgements are waking up. in the cities. in the nations.