The Hordes of Hell Are Marching
(Taken from "The Morning Star," Vol. 5, Nos. 2-4, by Rick
This is a panoramic dream and vision I received in early 1995.
This is obviously allegorical, as are most dreams and visions. I have tried to
be faithful to what I actually saw and experienced.
The Evil Army
I saw a demonic army so large that it
stretched as far as I could see. It was separated into divisions, with each
carrying a different banner. The foremost and most powerful divisions were
Pride, Self righteousness, Respectability, Selfish Ambition, and Unrighteous
Judgment, but the largest of all was Jealousy. The leader of this vast army was
the Accuser of the Brethren himself. I knew that there were many more evil
divisions beyond my scope of vision, but these were the vanguard of this
terrible horde from hell that was now being released against the church.
The weapons carried by this horde had names on
them: the swords were named Intimidation; the spears were named Treachery; and
their arrows were named Accusations, Gossip, Slander and Faultfinding. Scouts
and smaller companies of demons with such names as Rejection, Bitterness,
Impatience, Un-forgiveness and Lust were sent in advance of this army to prepare
for the main attack. I knew in my heart that the church had never faced anything
like this before.
The main assignment of this army was to cause
division. It was sent to attack every level of relationship–churches with each
other, congregations with their pastors, husbands and wives, children and
parents, and even children with each other. The scouts were sent to locate
the openings in churches, families or individuals that rejection, bitterness,
lust, etc., could exploit and make a larger breech for the divisions that were
The most shocking part of this vision was that
this horde was not riding on horses, but on Christians! Most of them were
well-dressed, respectable, and had the appearance of being refined and educated.
These were Christians who had opened themselves to the powers of darkness to
such a degree that the enemy could use them and they would think that they were
being used by God. The Accuser knows that a house divided cannot stand,
and this army represented his ultimate attempt to bring such complete division
to the church that she would completely fall from grace.
Trailing behind these first divisions were a
vast multitude of other Christians who were prisoners of this army. They were
all wounded, and were guarded by little demons of Fear. There seemed to be
more prisoners than there were demons in the army. Surprisingly, these
prisoners still had their swords and shields, but they did not use them.
It was shocking to see that so many could be kept captive by so few of these
little demons of Fear. These could have easily been destroyed or driven
off if the prisoners had just used their weapons. Above the prisoners the
sky was black with vultures named Depression. These would land on the
shoulders of a prisoner and vomit on him. The vomit was Condemnation.
When the vomit hit a prisoner he would stand
up and march a little straighter for a while, and then slump over, even weaker
than before. Again, I wondered why the prisoners did not simply kill these
vultures with their swords, which they could have easily done.
Occasionally a weak prisoner would stumble and fall.
As soon as he or she hit the ground, the other
prisoners would begin stabbing them with their swords, scorning them as they did
so. They would then call for the vultures to begin devouring the fallen
one even before they were dead. As I watched, I realized that these
prisoners thought that the vomit of condemnation was truth from God.
Then I understood that these prisoners actually thought they were marching in
the army of God! This is why they did not kill the little demons of
fear, or the vultures––they thought these were messengers from God!
The darkness from the cloud of vultures made
it so hard for these prisoners to see that they naively accepted everything that
happened to them as being from the Lord. The only food provided for these
prisoners was the vomit from the vultures. Those who refused to eat it
simple weakened until they fell. Those who did eat it were strengthened,
but with the strength of the evil one. They would then begin to vomit on the
others. When one began to do this a demon that was waiting for a ride
would be given this one and he or she would be promoted to the front divisions.
Even worse than the vomit from the vultures was a repulsive slime that these
demons were urinating and defecating upon the Christians they rode. This
slime was the pride, selfish ambition, etc., that was the nature of the division
they were a part of. However, this slime made the Christians feel so much
better than the condemnation that they easily believed that the demons were
messengers of God, and they actually thought this slime was the anointing of the
Then the voice of the Lord came to me saying,
"This is the beginning of the enemy’s last day army. This is Satan’s
ultimate deception, and his ultimate power of destruction is released when
he uses Christians to attack other Christians. Throughout the ages he has
used this army, but never has he been able to capture so many to be used for his
evil purposes. Do not fear. I have an army too. You must now
stand and fight, because there is no longer any place to hide from this war. You
must fight for My Kingdom, for truth, and for those who have been deceived."
I had been so repulsed and outraged by the
evil army that I had wanted to die rather than live in such a world. However,
this word from the Lord was so encouraging that I immediately began yelling to
the Christian prisoners that they were being deceived, thinking that they would
listen to me. When I did this, it seemed that the whole army turned to
look at me, but I kept yelling. I thought that the Christians were going to wake
up and realize what was happening to them, but instead many of them started
reaching for their arrows to shoot at me. The others just hesitated as if
they did not know what to make of me. I knew then that I had done this
prematurely, and that it had been a very foolish mistake.
The Battle Begins
Then I turned and saw the army of the Lord
standing behind me. There were thousands of soldiers, but we were still
greatly outnumbered. Only a small number were fully dressed in their armor so
that most were only partially protected. A large number were already
wounded. Most of those who had all of their armor still had very small shields
which I knew would not protect them from the onslaught that was coming.
The majority of these soldiers were women and children.
Behind this army there was a trailing mob
similar to the prisoners who followed the evil army, but very different in
nature. These seemed to be very happy people, and were playing games,
singing songs, feasting and roaming about from one little camp to the next.
It reminded me of the atmosphere at Woodstock. I tried to raise my voice
above the clamor to warn them that it was not the time for this, that the battle
was about to begin, but only as few could even hear my voice. Those who did gave
me the "peace sign" and said they did not believe in war, and that the Lord
would not let anything bad happen to them. I tried to explain that the
Lord had given us armor for a reason, but they just retorted that they had come
to a place of peace and joy where nothing would happen to them. I began
praying earnestly for the Lord to increase the faith (shields) of those with the
armor, to help us protect those who were not ready for the battle.
A messenger came up to me, gave me a trumpet
and told me to blow it quickly. I did, and those who had on at least some of
their armor immediately responded, snapping to attention. More armor was
brought to them, which they put on quickly. I noticed that those who had
wounds did not put armor over their wounds, but before I could say anything
about this enemy arrows began raining down on us. Everyone who did not
have on all of his or her armor was wounded. Those who had not covered
their wounds were struck again in the same place. Those who were hit by
arrows of slander immediately began to slander those who were not wounded.
Those who were hit with gossip began to gossip, and soon a major division had
been created within our camp. Then vultures swooped down to pick up the
wounded to deliver them into the camp of prisoners. The wounded still had
swords and could have smitten the vultures easily, but they didn’t. They were
actually carried off willingly because they were so angry at the rest of us.
The scene among those in the camp behind our
army was even worse. There seemed to be total chaos. Thousands lay
on the ground wounded and groaning. Many of those who were not wounded
just sat in a stupor of unbelief. The wounded and those who sat in
unbelief were being quickly carried away by the vultures. Some were trying to
help the wounded, and keep the vultures off of them, but the wounded were so
angry they would threaten and drive away those who were trying to help them.
Many who were not wounded were simply running as fast as they could from the
scene of battle. This first encounter with the enemy was so devastating
that I was tempted to join them in their flight. Then, very quickly, some
of these began reappearing with full suits of armor on, and large shields.
The mirth of the party had changed into an awesome resolve. They began to
take the places of those who had fallen, and even began forming new ranks to
protect the rear and flanks. These brought great courage, and everyone
resolved to stand and fight until death. Immediately three great angels named
Faith, Hope, and Love came and stood behind us, and everyone’s shield began to
The High Way
We had swords named the Word of God, and
arrows that were named for biblical truths. We wanted to shoot back, but
did not know how to without hitting the Christians that were ridden by the
demons. Then it occurred to us that if these Christians were hit with the
truth they would wake up and fight off their oppressors. I fired off a few
arrows. Almost all of them hit Christians. However, when the arrow of
truth went into them, they did not wake up, or fall down wounded-they became
enraged, and the demon riding on them grew much larger. This shocked
everyone, and we began to feel that this may be an impossible battle to win, but
with Faith, Hope and Love we were very confident that we could at least hold our
own ground. Another angel named Wisdom then appeared and directed us to
fight from the mountain behind us.
On the mountain there were ledges at different
levels for as high as you could see. At each higher level the ledges
became narrower, and harder to stand on. Each level was named after a
biblical truth. The lower levels were named after foundational truths such
as "Salvation," "Sanctification," "Prayer," "Faith," etc., and the higher levels
were named after more advanced biblical truths. The higher we climbed, the
larger both our shields and our swords grew, and fewer of the enemy arrows could
reach that position.
A Tragic Mistake
Some who had stayed on the lower levels began
picking up the enemy arrows and shooting them back . This was a tragic mistake.
The demons easily dodged the arrows and let them hit the Christians. When
a Christian was hit by one of the arrows of Accusation or Slander, a demon of
Bitterness or Rage would fly in and perch on that arrow. He would then begin to
urinate and defecate his poison upon that Christian.
When a Christian had two or three of these
demons added to the Pride or Self righteousness he already had, he began to
change into the contorted image of the demons themselves. We could see
this happening from the higher levels, but those on the lower levels who were
using the enemy’s arrows could not see it. Half of us decided to keep climbing,
while the other half descended back to the lower levels to explain to those
still on them what was happening. Everyone was then warned to keep
climbing and not stop, except for a few who stationed themselves on each level
to keep the other soldiers moving higher.
When we reached the level called "The Unity of
the Brethren," none of the enemy’s arrows could reach us. Many in our camp
decided that was as far as they needed to climb. I understood this because
with each new level the footing was more precarious. However, I also felt
much stronger and more skilful with my weapons the higher I went, so I continued
Soon my skills were good enough to shoot and
hit the demons without hitting the Christians. I felt that if I kept going
higher I could shoot far enough to hit the leaders of the evil horde who stayed
behind their army. I was sorry that so many had stopped on the lower
levels, where they were safe but could not hit the enemy. Even so, the strength
and character that grew in those who kept climbing made them great champions,
each of which I knew would destroy many of the enemy.
At each level there were arrows of Truth
scattered about which I knew were left from those who had fallen from that
position. All of the arrows were named after the Truth of that level. Some
were reluctant to pick up these arrows, but I knew we needed all that we could
to destroy the great horde below. I picked one up, shot it, and so easily hit a
demon that the others started picking them up and shooting them. We began to
decimate several of the enemy divisions. Because of this, the entire evil army
focused its attention on us. For a time it seemed the more we achieved the
more we were opposed. Though our task seemed endless, it had become
The Word Is Our Anchor
Our swords grew as we reached each level. I
almost left mine behind because I did not seem to need it at the higher levels.
I finally decided that it had been given to me for purpose, so I had better keep
it. I drove it into the ground and tied myself to it while I shot at the
enemy. The voice of the Lord then came to me, saying: "You have used the
wisdom that will enable you to keep climbing. Many have fallen because they did
not use their sword properly to anchor themselves." No one else seemed to
hear this voice, but many saw what I had done and did the same thing.
I wondered why the Lord had not spoken to me
before I had made this decision. I then had a sense of knowing that He had
already spoken this to me somehow. Then I perceived that my whole life had been
training for this hour. I was prepared to the degree that I had listened
to the Lord and obeyed Him throughout my life. I also knew that for some reason
the wisdom and understanding I now had could not be added to or taken away from
while in this battle . I became profoundly thankful for every trial I had
experienced in my life, and sorry for not appreciating them more at the time.
Soon we were hitting the demons with almost perfect accuracy. Rage rose
from the enemy army like fire and brimstone. I knew that the Christians
trapped in that army were now feeling the brunt of that rage. Unable to
hit us they were now shooting at each other. With his arrows now ineffective
against us, the enemy sent the vultures to attack. Those who had not used
their swords as anchors were able to strike down many of the vultures, but they
too were being knocked from the ledges where they were standing. Some of these
landed on a lower level, but some fell all the way to the bottom and were picked
up and carried off by the vultures.
A New Weapon
The arrows of Truth would rarely penetrate the vultures, but
they hurt them enough to drive them back. Every time they were driven back some of us
would climb to the next level. When we reached the level called "Galatians Two Twenty,"
we were above the altitude that the vultures could fly. At this level the sky
above almost blinded us with its brightness and beauty. I felt peace like I had never felt it
Previously much of my fighting spirit had really been motivated
out of as much hatred and disgust for the enemy as it had been for the sake of the
kingdom, truth, and love for the prisoners. But it was on this level that I caught up to
Faith, Hope, and Love, which before I had only been following at a distance. On this
level I was almost overpowered by their glory. When I caught up to them they turned
to me, and began repairing and shining my armor. Soon it was completely
transformed and exuded the glory that was in them. When they touched my sword, great bolts
of brilliant lightning began flashing from it. Love then said, "Those who reach this
level are entrusted with the powers of the age to come, but I must teach you how to use
The "Galatians Two Twenty" level was so wide that there was no
longer any danger of falling. There were also unlimited arrows with the name Hope
written on them. We shot some of them down at the vultures, and these arrows killed
them easily. About half who had reached this level kept shooting while the others
began carrying these arrows down to those still on the lower levels.
The vultures kept coming in waves upon the levels below, but
with each one there would be fewer than before. From "Galatians Two Twenty" we could
hit any enemy in the army except the leaders themselves, who were still out of
range. We decided not to use the arrows of Truth until we had destroyed all of the
vultures, because the cloud of depression they created made the truth less effective. This took
a very long time, but we never got tired.
Faith, Hope and Love, who had grown like our weapons with each
level, were now so large that I knew people far beyond the battle area could see
them. Their glory even radiated into the camp of prisoners who were still under a great
cloud of vultures. The exhilaration continued to grow in all of us. I felt that being
in this army, in this battle, had to be one of the greatest adventures of all time.
After destroying most of the vultures that had been attacking
our mountain, we began picking off the vultures that had covered the prisoners. As the
cloud of darkness began dissipating and the sun began to shine down on them, they began
to wake up as if they had been in a deep sleep. They were immediately repulsed by
their condition, especially by the vomit that still covered them, and began cleaning
themselves up. As they beheld Faith, Hope and Love, they saw the mountain we were on and began
running for it.
The evil horde rained arrows of Accusation and Slander at them,
but they did not stop. By the time they got to the mountain many had a dozen or more
arrows stuck in them, but seemed not to even notice. As soon as they began to scale
the mountain their wounds began to heal. With the cloud of depression being
dispelled it seemed as if everything was getting much easier.
The former prisoners had great joy in their salvation. They
seemed so overwhelmed with appreciation for each level as they began to scale the
mountain that it gave us a greater appreciation for those truths. Soon a fierce resolve to
fight the enemy also arose in the former prisoners. They put on the armor provided and
begged to be allowed to go back and attack the enemy. We thought about it, but then
decided we should all stay on the mountain to fight. Again the voice of the Lord spoke,
saying: "A second time you have chosen wisdom. You cannot win if you try to fight the
enemy on his own ground, but must remain on My Holy mountain."
I was stunned that we had made another decision of such
importance by just thinking and discussing it briefly. I then resolved to do my best to not
make another decision of any consequence without prayer. Wisdom then stepped up to me
quickly, took both of my shoulders firmly and looked me intensely in the eyes, saying:
"You must do this!" I then noticed that, even though I had been on the broad plateau
of "Galatians Two Twenty," I had drifted to the very edge without even knowing it,
and could have easily fallen. I looked again into the eyes of Wisdom, and he said with
the utmost seriousness, "Take heed when you think you stand, lest you fall. In this life
you can fall from any level."
For a long time we continued killing the vultures and picking
off the demons that were riding the Christians. We found that the arrows of different
Truths would have more of an impact on different demons. We knew that it was going to be a
long battle, but we were not taking any more casualties now, and we had already
passed the level of "Patience." Even so, after these Christians had the demons shot
off them, few would come to the mountain. Many had taken on the nature of the
demons, and continued in their delusion without them. As the darkness of the demons
dissipated we could see the ground moving around the feet of these Christians. Then I saw
that their legs were bound by serpents called Shame. We shot arrows of truth at the serpents, but they had little
effect. We then tried the arrows of Hope, but without result.
From "Galatians Two Twenty"
it was very easy to go higher, so we started up to the higher levels. Soon we
happened upon a garden that was the most beautiful place I had ever seen. Over the entrance
to this garden was written, "The Father’s Unconditional Love." It was the most
glorious and inviting doorway I had ever seen, so we were compelled to enter. As soon
as we did, we saw the Tree of Life in the middle of this garden. It was still
guarded by angels of awesome strength. They looked as if they had been expecting us, so we
had the courage to pass them and walk up to the tree. One of them said, "Those who make
it to this level, who know the Father’s love, can eat."
I did not realize how hungry I was. When I tasted the fruit, it
was better than anything I had ever tasted, but was also somehow familiar. It brought
memories of sunshine, rain, beautiful fields, the sun setting over the ocean, but even more
than that, of the people I loved. With every bite I loved everything and everyone more.
Then my enemies started to come to mind, and I loved them, too. The feeling was
soon greater than anything I had ever experienced, even the peace on "Galatians
Two Twenty." Then I heard the voice of the Lord, and He said, "This is now your
daily bread. It shall never be withheld from you. You may eat as much and as often as you
like. There is no end of My love."
I looked up into the tree to see where the voice had come from,
and saw that it was filled with pure white eagles. They had the most beautiful,
penetrating eyes I have ever seen. They were looking at me as if waiting for instructions.
One of the angels said, "They will do your bidding. These eagles eat snakes." I said,
"Go! Devour the shame that has bound our brothers." They opened their wings and a
great wind came that lifted them into the air. These eagles filled the sky with a
blinding glory. Even as high as we were, I could hear the sounds of terror from the enemy camp
at the sight of these eagles coming toward them. The Lord Jesus Himself then stood in our midst. He touched each
one, then said, "I must now share with you what I shared with your brothers after
My ascension––the message of My Kingdom. The enemy’s most powerful army has now
been put to flight, but not destroyed. Now it is time for us to march forth
with the gospel of My kingdom. The eagles have been released and will go with us. We
will take arrows from every level, but I am your Sword, and I am your Captain. It is
now time for the Sword of the Lord to be unsheathed." I then turned and saw that the entire army of the Lord was
standing in that garden. There were men women and children from all races and nations,
each carrying their banners that moved in the wind with perfect unity. I knew that
nothing like this had been seen in the earth before. I knew that the enemy had many
more armies, and fortresses throughout the earth, but none could stand before
this great army. I said almost under my breath, "This must be the day of the Lord." The
whole host then answered in an awesome thunder, "The day of the Lord of Hosts
We stood in the Garden of God under the Tree of Life. It seemed
that the entire army was there, kneeling before the Lord Jesus. He had just given us
the charge to return to the battle for the sake of our brothers who were still bound,
and for the world that He still loved. It was both a wonderful and a terrible command. It
was wonderful just because it came from Him. It was terrible because it implied
that we would have to leave His manifest presence, and the Garden that was more
beautiful than anything I had ever seen before. To leave all of this to go into battle
seemed incomprehensible. The Lord continued His exhortation: "I have given you spiritual
gifts and power, and an increasing understanding of My word and My kingdom, but the
greatest weapon that you have been given is the Father’s love. As long as you walk in
My Father’s love you will never fail. The fruit of this tree is the Father’s love
which is manifested in Me. This love which is in Me must be your daily bread."
The Lord was not what we might consider to be of a strikingly
handsome appearance, but was rather ordinary. Even so, the grace with which He moved
and spoke made Him the most attractive person I had ever seen. He was beyond
human definition in dignity and nobility. No painting that has sought to capture
what He looked like could ever do it, but somehow most of them do resemble Him. I began to
think of how He was everything that the Father loves and esteems. He truly is
full of grace and truth, to the point that it seemed that nothing but grace and truth should
ever matter. When I ate the fruit from the Tree of Life, the thought of every
good thing I had ever known seemed to fill my soul. When Jesus spoke it was the same,
only magnified. I never wanted to leave this place. I remembered how I had once
thought it must have been boring for those angels who did nothing but worship Him
before the throne. Now I knew that there was nothing more wonderful or exhilarating
than simply worshipping Him. That would surely be the best part of heaven.
It was hard to believe that I had struggled so much with boredom during worship
services. I knew that it was only because I had been almost completely out of touch with
reality during those times.
Worship in Spirit and Truth
I was almost overwhelmed with the desire to go back and make up
those times during worship when I had allowed my mind to wander, or had occupied
myself with other things. The desire to express my adoration for Him became almost
uncontrollable. I had to praise Him! As I opened my mouth I was shocked by the
spontaneous worship that erupted from the entire army at the same time. I had almost
forgotten that everyone else was there, but we were all in perfect unity. The
glorious worship could not be expressed in human language. As we worshipped, a golden glow began to emanate from the Lord,
then there was silver around the gold. Then colors, the richness of which I
have never seen with my natural eyes, enveloped us all. With this glory I entered a
realm of emotion that I had never experienced before. Somehow I understood that his glory
had been there all along, but when we focused on Him the way that we did in
worship, we simply began to see more of His glory. The more intensely we worshipped, the
more glory we beheld. If this was heaven, it was much, much better than I had
Finding His Dwelling Place
I have no idea how long this worship lasted. It could have been
months, There was simply no way to measure time in that kind of glory. For a time
I closed my eyes because the glory I was seeing with my heart was as great as
what I was seeing with my physical eyes. When I opened my eyes I was surprised to see
that the Lord was not there any longer, but a troop of angels was standing where He
had been. One of them stepped us to me and said, "Close your eyes again." When I did,
I beheld the glory of the Lord again and was greatly relieved.
Then the angel explained, "What you see with the eyes of your
heart is more real than what you see with your physical eyes." I had myself made this
statement many times, but how little I had truly walked in it! The angel continued,
"It was for this reason that the Lord told His first disciples that it was better for Him to
go away so that the Holy Spirit could come. The Lord dwells within you. You have taught
this many times, but now you must live it, for you have eaten of the Tree of Life."
The angel then began to lead me back to the gate. I protested
that I did not want to leave. Looking surprised, the angel took me by the shoulders and
looked me in the eyes. That is when I recognized him as the angel, Wisdom. "You
never have to leave this garden. This garden is in your heart because the Creator
Himself is within you. You have desired the best part, to worship and sit in His presence
forever, and it will never be taken from you."
I acknowledged what Wisdom had said, and then looked past him at
the fruit on the Tree of Life. I had a compulsion to grab all that I could before
leaving. Knowing my thoughts, Wisdom gently shook me. "No. Even this fruit, gathered
in fear, would rot.
This fruit and this tree are within you because He is in you.
You must believe." I closed my eyes and tried to see the Lord again but couldn’t. When I open my eyes Wisdom was still staring at me. With great patience he
continued, "You have tasted of the heavenly realm, and no one ever wants to go back to the
battle once they do. No one ever wants to leave the manifest presence of the Lord. When
the apostle Paul came here he struggled for the rest of his life as to whether he
should stay and labor for the Lord, or return here to enter into his inheritance; but his
inheritance was magnified the longer he stayed. Now that you have the heart of a true
worshipper you will always want to be here, and you can when you enter into true worship. The more focused you are on Him, the more glory you will see, regardless of where you
Wisdom’s words had finally calmed me. Again I closed my eyes
just to thank the Lord for this wonderful experience, and the life He had given me. As
I did, I started to see His glory again, and all of the emotion of the previous worship
experience flooded my soul. The Lord’s words to me were so loud and clear that I was
sure they were audible; "I will never leave or forsake you." "Lord, forgive my unbelief," I responded. "Please help me to
never leave or forsake you."
Walking With Wisdom
As I opened my eyes, Wisdom was still gripping my shoulders. "I
am the primary gift that has been given to you for your work," he said, "I will show
you the way, and I will keep you on it, but only love will keep you faithful. The
highest wisdom is to love the Lord."
Then Wisdom released me and started to walk toward the gate. I
followed with ambivalence. I remembered the exhilaration of the battle and the
climb up the mountain, and it was compelling, but there was no comparison to
the presence of the Lord and the worship I had just experienced. Leaving this would
be the greatest sacrifice I had ever made. Then I remembered how it was all
inside of me, amazed that I could even forget that so quickly. I began to think about the
great battle that was raging within me, between what I saw with my physical eyes and
what I saw with my heart.
I moved forward so that I was walking beside Wisdom, and asked,
"I have prayed for 26 years to be caught up into the third heaven as Paul had. Is
this the third heaven?" "This is part of it," he replied, "but there is much more." "Will I be allowed to see more?" I asked. "You will see much more. I am taking you to see more now," he
replied. I started thinking of the Book of Revelation. "Was John’s
revelation part of the third heaven?" I asked.
"Part of John’s revelation was from the third heaven, but most
of it was from the second heaven. The first heaven was before the fall of man. The
second heaven is the spiritual realm during the reign of evil upon the earth. The
third heaven is when the love and domain of the Father will again prevail over the earth
through your King."
"What was the first heaven like?" I inquired, strangely feeling
a cold chill as I asked. "It is wisdom not to be concerned about that now," my companion
responded with increased seriousness as my question seemed to jolt him. "Wisdom
is to seek to know the third heaven just as you have. There is much more to know
about the third heaven than you can know in this life, and it is the third heaven, the
kingdom, that you must preach in this life. In the ages to come you will be told about
the first heaven, but it is not profitable for you to know at this time."
I resolved to remember the cold chill I had just felt, and
Wisdom nodded, which I knew to be an affirmation to that thought. "What a great companion
you are," I had to say as I was just flooded with appreciation for this angel. "You really
will keep me on the right path." "I will indeed," he replied.
I was sure I felt love coming from this angel, which was unique,
since I had never felt this from other angels, which showed more of a concern out of
duty than love. Wisdom responded to my thoughts as if I had spoken them out loud. "It is wisdom to love and I could not be Wisdom if I did not
love you. It is also wisdom to behold the kindness and the severity of God. It is wisdom to
love Him and fear Him. You are in deception to do otherwise. This is the next lesson
that you must learn." he said with unmistakable earnest.
"I do know that, and have taught it many times," I responded,
feeling for the first time that maybe Wisdom did not fully know me. "I have been your companion for a very long time, and I know
your teachings," Wisdom replied. "Now you are about to learn what some of your
own teachings mean.
As you have said many times, ‘It is not by believing in your
mind, but in your heart that results in righteousness.’" I apologized, feeling a bit ashamed at having even questioned
Wisdom. He graciously accepted my apology. It was then that I realized I had been
questioning and challenging him most of my life, often to my injury.
The Other Half of Love
"There are times to adore the Lord," Wisdom continued, "and
there are times to honor Him with the greatest fear and respect. Just as there is a time
to plant, and a time to reap, and it is wisdom to know the time for each. True wisdom
knows the times and seasons of God. I brought you here because it was time to
worship the Lord in the glory of His love. I am now taking you to another place because
it is time for you to worship Him in the fear of His judgment. Until you know both we
can be separated from each other."
"Do you mean that if I had stayed back there in that glorious
worship I would have lost you?" I asked in disbelief. "Yes. I would have always visited with you when I could, but we
would have rarely crossed paths. It is hard to leave such glory and peace, but
that is not the whole revelation of the King. He is both the Lion of Judah and the
Lamb. To the spiritual children He is the Lamb. To the maturing He is the Lion. To the
fully mature He is both the Lion and the Lamb. You have known this in your mind, and I
have heard you teach it, but now you will know it in your heart, for you are about to
experience the judgment seat of Christ.
The Return to the Battle
Before leaving the gates to the Garden I asked Wisdom if I could
just sit for a while to ponder all that I had just experienced. "Yes, you should do
this," he replied, "But I have a better place for you to do it."
I followed Wisdom out of the gates and we began to descend down
the mountain. To my surprise the battle was still going on, but not nearly as
intensely as it was when we ascended. There were still arrows of accusation and slander
flying about on the lower levels, but most of the enemy horde that was left was furiously
attacking the great white eagles. The eagles were easily prevailing.
We kept descending until we were almost at the bottom. Just
above the levels of "Salvation" and "Sanctification" was the level "Thanksgiving and
Praise." I remembered this level very well because one of the greatest
attacks of the enemy came as I first tried to reach it. Once we got here the rest of the
climb was much easier, and if an arrow got through your armor it healed much faster.
As soon as the enemy spotted me on this level (the enemy could
not see Wisdom), a shower of arrows began to rain down on me. I so easily knocked
them down with my shield that the enemy quit shooting. Their arrows were now
almost gone and they could not afford to waste any more.
The soldiers who were still fighting from this level looked at
me in astonishment with a deference that made me very uncomfortable. It was then that I
first noticed that the glory of the Lord was emanating from my armor and shield. I told
them to climb to the top of the mountain without stopping and they, too, would see
the Lord. As soon as they agreed to go they saw Wisdom. They started fall down to
worship Him, but he restrained them, and sent them on their way.
I was filled with love for these soldiers, many of whom were
women and children. Their armor was a mess, and they were covered in blood, but they
had not quit. In fact, they were still cheerful and encouraged. I told them that they
were deserving of more honor than I was, because they had borne the greatest burden of
the battle, and had held their ground. They seemed not to believe me, but
appreciated that I would say it.
However, I really felt that it was true. Every level on the mountain had to be occupied or the vultures
that were left would come and foul it with vomit and excrement until it was difficult
to stand on. Most of the ledges were occupied by soldiers which I recognized to be from
different denominations or movements which emphasized the truth of the
level they were defending. I was embarrassed by the attitude I had maintained
toward some of these groups. I had considered some of them out of touch and
backslidden at best, but here they were fighting faithfully against a terrible
onslaught of the enemy.
Their defense of these positions had probably enabled me to keep climbing as I
had. Some of these levels were situated so that there was a view of a
good part of the mountain or battlefield, but some were so isolated that the
soldiers on them could only see their own position, and seemed not to even know about the
rest of the battle raging. They were often so wounded from the slander and
accusations that they would be resistant when someone came down to them from a higher level
and encouraged them to climb higher. However, when some began to come down from
the top reflecting the glory of the Lord, they listened with great joy,
and soon began to climb themselves with courage and resolve. As I beheld all of this,
Wisdom did not say much, but he seemed very interested in my reactions.
I watched as many soldiers who had been to the top began
descending to all of the levels to relieve those who had been taking their stand on those
truths. As they did, each level began to shine with the glory they carried. Soon the
whole mountain was beginning to shine with a glory that was blinding to the
vultures and demons that were left. Soon there was so much glory that the mountain began to
have the same feel as the Garden.
I started thanking and praising the Lord and immediately I was
in His presence again. It was hard to contain the emotions and glory that was flooding my
innermost being. The experience became so intense that I stopped. Wisdom was standing
beside me. Putting his hand on my shoulder he said, "You enter His gates with
thanksgiving, His courts with praise."
"But that was so real! I felt like I was there again," I
exclaimed. "You were there," replied Wisdom. "It has not gotten more real,
but you have. Just as the Lord told the thief on the cross, ‘Today’ you will be with
Me in Paradise, you can enter Paradise at anytime. The Lord, His Paradise, and this
mountain, are all abiding in you, because He is in you. What were but foretastes before are
now a reality to you because you have climbed the mountain. The reason that you can
see me and others cannot is not because you have entered the one in which I dwell. This is the reality that the prophets knew that gave them great boldness even when they
stood alone against armies."
The Deadly Trap
I then looked out over the carnage below, and the slowly
retreating demonic army. Behind me more of the glorious warriors were constantly taking
their places on the mountain. I knew there was now enough to attack and destroy what
was left of this enemy horde. "Not yet," said Wisdom. "Look over there." I looked
in the direction in which he was pointing, but had to shield my eyes from the glory
emanating from my own armor to see anything. Then I caught a glimpse of movement
in a valley. I could not make out what I was seeing, because the glory being
emitted from my armor made it difficult to see into the darkness. I asked Wisdom
to give me something to cover my armor with so I could see it. He then gave me a very
plain mantel to put on. "What is this?" I inquired, a little insulted by its
drabness. "Humility," said Wisdom. "You will not be able to see very well without it." Reluctantly
I put it on and immediately I saw many things that I could not see before. I
looked toward the valley and the movement I had seen. To my astonishment there was an
entire division of the enemy horde that was waiting to ambush anyone who ventures from
"What army is that?" I asked, "and how did they escape the
battle intact?" "That is Pride," explained Wisdom. "That is the hardest enemy to
see after you have been in the glory. Those who refuse to put on this cloak will
suffer much at the hands of this most devious enemy."
As I looked back at the mountain I saw many of the glorious
warriors crossing the plain to attack the remnants of the enemy horde. None of them were
wearing the cloaks of humility and they had not seen the enemy that was ready to
attack them from their rear. I started to run out to stop them, but Wisdom restrained
me. "You cannot stop this," he said. "Only the soldiers who wear this cloak will
recognize your authority.
Come with me. There is something else that you must see before
you can help lead in the great battle that is to come."
The Foundation of Glory
Wisdom led me down the mountain to the very lowest level, which
was named "Salvation." "You think that this is the lowest level," declared
Wisdom, "but this is the foundation of the whole mountain. In any journey, the first step
is the most important, and it is usually the most difficult. Without ‘Salvation’ there
would be no mountain."
I was appalled by the carnage on this level. Every soldier was
very badly wounded, but none of them were dead. Multitudes were barely clinging to the
edge. Many seemed ready to fall off at any moment, but none did. Angels were
everywhere ministering to the soldiers with such great joy that I asked, "Why are they so
"These angels have beheld the courage that it took for these to
hold on. They may not have gone any further, but neither did they give up. They will
soon be healed, and then they will behold the glory of the rest of the mountain, and
begin to climb. These will be great warriors for the battle to come."
"But wouldn’t they have been better off to climb the mountain
with the rest of us?" I protested, seeing their present condition. "It would have been better for them, but not for you. By staying
here they made it easier for you to climb by keeping most of the enemy occupied.
Very few from the higher levels ever reached out to help others come to the
mountain, but these did. Even when these were barely clinging to the mountain themselves, they
would reach out to pull others up. In fact, most of the mighty warriors were led to
the mountain by these faithful ones. These are no less heroes than those who made it
to the top. They brought great joy to heaven by continually leading others to
‘Salvation.’ It was for this reason that all the angels in heaven wanted to come to minister to
them, but only the most honored were permitted."
Again I felt a terrible shame at my attitude toward these great
saints. Many of us scorned them as we climbed to the higher levels. They had made
many mistakes during the battle, but they had also displayed more of the Shepherd’s
heart than the rest of us.
The Lord would leave the ninety-nine to go after the one who was
lost. These had stayed in the place where they could still reach the lost, and
they paid a dear price for it. I, too, wanted to help but did not know where to start. Wisdom then said, "It is right for you to want to help, but you
will help most by going on to what you have been called to do. These will all be healed
and will quickly climb the mountain. They will join you again in the battle. These are
fearless ones who will never retreat before the enemy."
The Power of Pride
I was thinking how descending the mountain was teaching me as
much as climbing it had, when noise from the battlefield drew my attention. By now
there were thousands of the mighty warriors who had crossed the plain to attack the
remnant of the enemy horde. The enemy was fleeing in all directions, except for the
one division, Pride.
Completely undetected, it had marched right up to the rear of
the advancing warriors, and was about to release a hail of arrows. It was then that I
noticed the mighty warriors had no armor on their backsides––they were totally exposed and
vulnerable to what was about to hit them. Wisdom then remarked, "You have taught that there was no armor
for the backside, which meant that you were vulnerable if you ran from the enemy. However, you never saw how it made you vulnerable if you advanced in pride."
I could only nod my acknowledgment. It was too late to do
anything, and it was unbearable to watch, but Wisdom said that I must. To my
amazement, when the arrows of pride struck the warriors they did not even notice. However, the enemy kept shooting. The warriors were bleeding and getting weaker fast but
would not acknowledge it. Soon they were too weak to hold up their shields
and swords, and cast them down, declaring that they did not need them anymore. Then
they started taking off their armor, saying it was not needed anymore either.
Then another enemy division appeared and moved up swiftly. It
was called Strong Delusion. They released a hail of arrows that all hit their
mark. I then watched as just a few of the demons of delusion led off this once great army of
glorious warriors. They were taken to different prison camps, each named after a
different doctrine of demons.
I was astounded at how this great company of the righteous had
been so utterly defeated, and they still did not even know what had hit them.
"How could those who were so strong, who have been all the way to the top of the
mountain, who have seen the Lord as they have, be so vulnerable?" I blurted out.
"Pride is the hardest enemy to see, and it always sneaks up
behind you," Wisdom lamented. "In some ways, those who have been to the greatest
heights are in the greatest danger of falling. You must always remember that in
this life you can fall at any time from any level. ‘Take heed when you think you stand,
lest you fall,’ When you think you are the least vulnerable to falling is in fact when
you are the most vulnerable. Most men fall right after a great victory."
Wisdom for the Battle
"How can we keep from being attacked like this?" I asked. "Stay close to me, inquire of the Lord before making any major
decisions, and keep that mantle on, and the enemy will never be able to blindside
you as he did those."
I looked at my mantle. It looked so plain and insignificant. I
felt that it made me look more like a homeless person than a warrior. Wisdom responded as
if I had been speaking out loud, "The Lord is closer to the homeless than to
princes. You only have true strength to the degree that you walk in the grace of God,
and ‘He gives His grace to the humble.’ No enemy weapon can penetrate this mantle,
because nothing can overpower His grace. As long as you wear this mantle you are
safe from this kind of attack."
I then started to look up to see how many warriors were still on
the mountain. I was shocked to see how few there were. I then noticed that they all
had on the same mantle of humility. "How did that happen?" I inquired. "When they saw the battle you just witnessed, they all came to
me for help, and I gave them their mantles," Wisdom replied.
"But I thought you were with me that whole time?" "I am with all who go forth to do the will of the Father,"
Wisdom answered. "You’re the Lord!" I cried "Yes," He answered. "I told you that I would never leave you or
forsake you. I am with all of My warriors just as I am with you. I will be to you
whatever you need to accomplish My will, and you have needed wisdom." Then He
Rank in the Kingdom
I was left standing in the midst of the great company of angels
who were ministering to the wounded on the level of "Salvation." As I began to walk past
these angels, they bowed to one knee and showed me the greatest respect. I finally
asked one of them why they did this, as even the smallest was much more powerful
than I was. "Because of the mantle," he replied. "That is the highest rank in the
kingdom." "This is just a plain mantle," I protested.
"No!" the angel protested. "You are clothed in the grace of God.
There is no greater power than that!" "But there are thousands of us all wearing the same mantle. How
could it represent rank?"
You are the dread champions, the sons and daughters of the King.
He wore the same mantle when He walked on this earth. As long as you are clothed
in that there is no power in heaven or earth that can stand before you. Everyone in
heaven and hell recognizes that mantle. We are His servants, but He abides in
you, and you are clothed in His grace."
Somehow I knew if I had not been wearing the mantle, and if my
glorious armor had been exposed, that the angel’s statement, and their behavior
toward me, could have really fed my pride. It was simply impossible to feel prideful
or arrogant while wearing such a drab, plain, cloak. However, my confidence in the mantle
was growing fast.
The Return of the Eagles
Then on the horizon I saw a great white cloud approaching. Hope
arose in me just by seeing it. It actually filled the atmosphere with hope just as
the sun rising chases away the darkness of night. As it grew closer I recognized the great
white eagles that had flown from the Tree of Life. They began landing on the mountain,
taking their place on every level beside the companies of warriors.
I carefully and respectfully approached the eagle who had landed
near me because his presence was so awesome. when he looked at me with his
penetrating eyes, I knew I could hide nothing from him. His eyes were so fierce and
resolute that I trembled as chills ran through me just looking at them. Before I could even
ask, he answered me.
"You want to know who we are. We are the hidden prophets who
have been kept for this hour. We are the eyes of those who have been given the
divinely powerful weapons. We have been shown all that the Lord is doing, and all
that the enemy is planning against you. We have scoured the earth and together we
know all that needs to be known for the battle." "Did you not see the battle that just took place?" I asked with
as much irritation as I dared to express. "Couldn’t you have helped those warriors that
were just taken captive?"
"Yes. We saw it all, and we could have helped if they had wanted
it. But our help would have been to restrain them. We can only fight in the battles
that the Father commands, and we can only help those who believe in us. Only those who
receive us as who we are, the prophets, can receive the prophet’s reward, or the
benefit of our service. Those who were ambushed did not yet have the mantle that you are
wearing, and those who do not have the mantle cannot understand who we are. We all need
each other, including these here who are still wounded, and many others who
you do not yet know."
The Heart of the Eagle
By talking to the eagle I started very quickly to think like the
eagle. After this short discussion I could see into the eagle’s heart and know him like
he knew me. The eagle recognized this.
"You have some of our gifts," the eagle noted, "though they are
not very well developed. You have not used them much. I am here to awaken
these gifts in many of you, and to teach you to use them. In this way our communication
will be sure. It must be sure or we will all suffer many unnecessary losses, not to
mention missing many great opportunities for victory."
"Where did you just come from?" I asked. "We eat snakes," the eagle replied. "The enemy is bread for us. Our sustenance comes from doing the Father’s will, which is to destroy the works of
the devil. Every snake that we eat helps to increase our vision. Every stronghold of
the enemy that we tear down, strengthens us so we can soar higher and stay in the air
longer. We have just come from a feast, devouring the serpents of shame who have
bound many of your brothers and sisters. They will be here soon. They are coming
with the eagles we left behind to help them find the way, and to protect them from the
These eagles were very sure of themselves, but not cocky. They
knew who they were, what they were called to do. They also knew us and they knew the
future. Their confidence was reassuring to me, but even more so to the wounded
that were still lying all around us. Those who had recently been too weak to talk were
actually sitting up listening to my conversation with the eagle. They looked at him
like a lost child would look to his parent who had just found him.
The Wind of the Spirit
When the eagle looked upon the wounded his countenance changed
as well. In place of the fierce resolution I had stood before, toward the wounded he
was like a soft, compassionate old grandfather. The eagle opened his wings and
began to gently flap them, stirring up a cool refreshing breeze that flowed over the
wounded. It was not like any other breeze I had ever felt before. With each breath I felt
I was gaining strength and clarity of mind. Soon the wounded were standing and
worshipping God with a sincerity that brought tears to my eyes. Again I felt a profound
shame at having scorned those who stayed on this level. They had seemed so weak
and foolish to those of us who were ascending the mountain, but they had endured much
more than we had and remained faithful. God had kept them and they loved Him
with a great love.
I looked up at the mountain; all of the eagles were gently
flapping their wings. Everyone on the mountain was being refreshed by the breeze they
were stirring up, and everyone on the mountain was beginning to worship the Lord.
At first there was some discord between the worship that was coming from the
different levels, but after a time everyone on every level was singing in perfect harmony.
Never on earth had I heard anything that beautiful. I never wanted it to end. Soon I
recognized it as the same worship that we had known in the Garden, but now it sounded even
more full and rich. I knew that it was because we were worshipping in the very
presence of our enemies, in the midst of such darkness and evil that surrounded the
mountain, that it seemed so much more beautiful.
I do not know whether this worship lasted hours, days, or
minutes, but eventually the eagles stopped flapping their wings and it stopped. "Why did you
stop?" I asked the eagle that I had been talking to. "Because they are now whole," he replied, indicating the wounded
who were now all standing and appeared to be in perfect condition. "True worship
can heal any wound," he added.
"Please do it again," I begged. "We will do this many times, but it is not for us to decide
when. The breeze that you felt was the Holy Spirit. He directs us; we do not direct Him. He has
healed the wounded and begun to bring about the unity that is required for the
battles ahead. True worship also pours the precious oil upon the Head, Jesus, which then
flows down over the entire body, making us one with Him and each other. No one who becomes
one with Him will remain wounded or unclean. His blood is pure life, and it
flows when we are joined to Him. When we are joined to Him we are also joined to the rest
of the body, so that His blood flows through all. Is that not how you heal a wound to
your body, by closing the wound so that the blood can flow to the wounded member to
When a part of His body is wounded, we must join in unity with
that part until it is fully restored. We are all one in Him." The euphoria from the worship was still prevailing so that this
little teaching seemed to be the most profound that I had ever heard, even though I had
know it and taught it myself before. When the Holy Spirit moved every word seemed
glorious, regardless of how elementary it was. It also filled me with so much love that
I wanted to hug everyone, including the fierce old eagles. Then, like a jolt, I
remembered the mighty warriors who had just been captured. The eagle sensed this but
did not say anything. He just watched me intently. Finally, I spoke up; "Can we
recover those who were just lost?"
The Wounded Heart of the King
"Yes, it is right for you to feel what you do," the eagle
finally said. "We are not complete, and our worship is not complete, until the whole body
is restored. Even in the most glorious worship, even in the very presence of the
King, we will all feel this emptiness until all are one, because our King also feels it. We
all grieve for our brothers in bondage, but we grieve even more for the heart of our King. Just as you love all of your children, but would be grieved for the one that was sick or
wounded, He too loves all of His children, but the wounded and oppressed have
most of His attention now. For His sake we must not quit until all have been
recovered. As long as any are wounded, He is wounded."
Faith That Moves Mountains
Sitting down by the eagle, I thought deeply about what he said.
Finally I asked, "I know that Wisdom now speaks to me through you, because I hear His
voice when you speak. I was so sure of myself before that last battle, but I was
almost carried away with the same presumption that they were carried away with, and could
very easily have been captured with them if Wisdom had not stopped me. I was going out
of hatred for the enemy more than wanting to set my brothers free, though that was
part of my motive.
Since first coming to this mountain, and fighting in the great
battle, I now think that most of the right things I did, I did for the wrong reasons, and
many of the wrong things I did, I had good motives for. The more I learn, the more
unsure of myself I feel."
"You must have been with Wisdom a long time," the eagle
responded. "He was with me a long time before I began to recognize Him, but
I am afraid that most of that time I was resisting Him. Somehow I now know that I
am still lacking something very important, something that I must have before I go
into battle again, but I do not know what it is."
The great eagle’s eyes became more penetrating than I had ever
seen them as he responded, "You also know the voice of Wisdom when He speaks to
you in your own heart. You are learning well because you have the mantle. What
you are feeling now is the true faith."
"Faith!" I shot back. "I’m talking about serious doubts."
"You are wise to doubt yourself. But true faith depends on God,
not yourself, and not your faith. You are close to the kind of faith that can move
this mountain, and move it must. It is time to carry it to places that it has not gone to
before. However, you are right. You are still lacking something very important. You must
yet have a great revelation of the King. Even though you have climbed to the top
of the mountain, and received from every truth along the way, and even though you
have stood in the Garden of God, tasted of His unconditional love, and have seen
His Son many times now, you still only understand a part of the whole counsel of
God, and that only superficially."
I knew that this was so true that it was very comforting to hear
it. "I have judged so many people and so many situations wrongly. Wisdom has saved my
life many times now, but the voice of Wisdom is still a very small voice within
me, and the clamor of my own thoughts and feelings are still far too loud. I hear
wisdom speaking through you much louder than I hear Him in my own heart, so I know I
must stay very close to you."
"We are here because you need us," the eagle replied. "We are
also here because we need you. You have been given gifts that I do not have, and I
have been given gifts that you do not have. You have experienced things that I have not
experienced, and I have experienced things that you have not known. The eagles have been
given to you until the end, and you have been given to us. I will be very close to
you for a time, and then you must receive other eagles in my place. Every eagle is
different. It is together that we have been given to know the secrets of the Lord, not
The Doors of Truth
The eagle then lifted up from the rock on which he had been
perched, and soared over the edge of the level on which we stood. "Come," he said. As I
approached him I saw steps that led down to the very base of the mountain. There was
a small door. "Why have I not seen this before?" I asked.
"When you first came to the mountain you did not stay on this
level long enough to look around," he answered. "How did you know that? Were you here when I first came to the
mountain?" "I would have known if I had not been here, because all who miss
this door do so for the same reason, but in fact I was here," he responded. "I was
one of the soldiers you so quickly passed on your way up the mountain."
It was then that I recognized the eagle as a man whom I had met
soon after my conversion, whom I had actually had a few conversations with. He
continued, "I wanted badly to follow you then. I had been on this level for so
long that I needed a change. I just could not leave all of the lost souls that I was
still trying to lead here. When I finally committed myself to doing the Lord’s will,
whether it was to stay or go, Wisdom appeared to me and showed me this door. He said it was a
shortcut to the top.
That is how I got to the top before you did, and was changed
into an eagle." I then remembered that I had seen doors like this on a couple of
the levels, I had even peeked into a couple of them and remember how amazed I had been
at what I saw. I did not venture into any of them very far, because I was so
focused on the battle and trying to get to the top of the mountain. "Could I have entered
any of those doors and gone right to the top?" I asked. "It is not quite that easy," the eagle remarked, seeming a
little irritated. "In every door there are passage ways, one of which leads to the top." Obviously you know my next question, he continued. "The other ones lead to the other levels
on the mountain. The Father designed each so that everyone would choose the one that
their level of maturity dictated that they needed."
"Incredible! How did He do that?" I thought to myself, but the
eagle heard my thoughts. "It was very simple," continued the eagle as if I had spoken my
thoughts out loud. "Spiritual maturity is always determined by the willingness of
one to sacrifice their own desires for the interests of the kingdom or for the sake of
I was carefully noting all that was said. I somehow knew that I
must enter the door before me, and that it would be wise for me to learn all that I
could from someone who had been there before and had obviously chosen the right door to
the top. "I did not go directly to the top, and neither have I met anyone
who has," the eagle continued. "But I went there much faster than most because I had
learned so much about self-sacrifice while fighting here on the level of
‘Salvation.’ I have shown you this door because you wear the mantle and would have found it anyway,
but the time is short and I am here to help you mature quickly. There are doors
on every level, and every one leads to treasures that are beyond your comprehension.
They cannot be acquired physically, but every treasure that you hold in your
hands you will be able to carry on in your heart. Your heart is meant to be the treasure
house of God. By the time you reach the top again, your heart will contain treasures
more valuable than all of the treasures of the whole earth. They will never be taken from
you, but they are yours for eternity, because you are God’s. Go quickly. The storm
clouds are now gathering, and the great battle is near."
"Will you go with me?" I pleaded. "No," he responded. "This is where I now belong. I have much to
do to help those who were wounded. But I will see you here again. You will meet many
of my brother and sister eagles before you return, and they will be able to help
you better than I at the place where you meet them."
The Treasures of Heaven
I already loved that eagle so much that I could hardly stand to
leave him. I was glad to know I would see him again. Now the door was drawing me like a
magnet. I opened it and entered. The glory that I beheld was so stunning that I
immediately fell to my knees. The gold, silver and precious stones were far more
beautiful than anything I had ever seen on the earth. The room was so large that it seemed to
be without end. The floor was silver, the pillars gold, and the ceiling was pure
diamond that emitted every color I had ever known and many that I had not known. Angels
without number were everywhere, dressed in different robes and uniforms that were of
no earthly origin.
As I began to walk through the room, the angels all bowed in
salute. One stepped forward and welcomed me by name. He explained that I could go
anywhere and see anything that I wanted in the room. Nothing was withheld from
those who came through the door.
I could not even speak I was so overwhelmed by the beauty. I
finally remarked that this was even more beautiful than the Garden had been.
Surprised, the angel responded, "This is the Garden! This is one of the rooms in your
Father’s house. We are your servants."
As I walked, a great company of angels followed me. I turned and
asked the leader why they were following. "Because of the mantle," he said. "We
have been given to you, to serve you here and in the battle to come."
I did not know what to do with the angels so I just continued
walking. I was attracted to a large blue stone that appeared to have the sun and clouds
within it. When I touched it the same feeling flooded over me as when I ate the fruit of the
Tree of Life. I felt energy, great mental clarity, and love for everyone and
everything being magnified. I started to behold the glory of the Lord. The longer I touched
the stone the more the glory increased. I never wanted to take my hand off of the
stone, but the glory became so intense that I had to look away.
Then my eyes fell on a beautiful green stone. "What does that
one have in it?" I asked the angel standing nearby. "All of these stones are the treasures of salvation. You are now
touching the heavenly realm, and that one is the restoration of life," he continued.
As I touched the green stone I began to see the earth in rich
and spectacular colors. They grew in richness the longer I had my hand on the stone, and
my love for all that I saw grew. Then I began to see a harmony between all living
things on a level that I had never seen before. Then I began to see the glory of the Lord in
the creation. It began to grow until again I had to turn away because of the intensity.
Then I realized that I had no idea how long I had been there. I
did know that my comprehension of God and His universe had grown substantially by
just touching these two stones, and there were many, many more. There was more in
that one room than a person could have absorbed in a whole lifetime. "How many more
rooms are there?" I asked the angel.
"There are rooms like this on every level of the mountain that
you climbed." "How can one ever experience all that is in just one of these
rooms, much less all of them?" I asked. "You have forever to do this. The treasures contained in the
most basic truths of the Lord Jesus are enough to last for many of your present
lifetimes. No man can know all that there is to know about any of them in just one life, but
you must take what you need and keep proceeding toward your destiny."
I started thinking about the impending battle again, and the
warriors who had been captured. It was not a pleasant thought in such a glorious
place, but I knew I would have forever to come back to this room, and only had a short
time to find my way back to the top of the mountain, and then back to the battle again.
I turned to the angel. "You must help me find the door that
leads to the top." The angel looked perplexed, "we are your servants," he
responded, "but you must lead us. This whole mountain is a mystery to us. We all desired to
look into this great mystery, but after we leave this room that we have come to know
just a little about, we will be learning even more than you."
"Do you know where all of the doors are?" I asked. "Yes, But we do not know where they lead. There are some that
look very inviting, and some that are plain, and some that are actually repulsive. One
is even terrible." "In this place there are doors that are repulsive?" I asked in
disbelief. "And one that is terrible ? How can that be?" "We do not know, but I can show it to you," he responded. "Please do," I said. We walked for quite a time, passing treasures unspeakable, all
of which I had great difficulty not stopping to touch. There were also many doors,
with different biblical truths over each one. When the angel had called them "inviting"
I felt that he had quite understated their appeal. I badly wanted to go through each one,
but my curiosity about the "terrible door" kept me moving. Then I saw it.
"Terrible" had also been an understatement. Fear gripped me so that it took my breath away.
Grace and Truth
I turned away from the door and retreated fast. There was a
beautiful red stone nearby, which I almost lunged at to lay my hands on it. Immediately I
was in the Garden of Gethsemane beholding the Lord in prayer. The agony I beheld was
even more terrible than the door I had just seen. Shocked, I jerked my hand away
from the stone and fell to the floor in exhaustion. I badly wanted to return to the blue
or green stones, but I had to re-gather my energy and sense of direction. The angels
were quickly all around me serving me. I was given a drink that began to revive me. Soon
I was feeling well enough to stand and began walking back to the other stones. However, the recurring vision of the Lord praying compelled me to stop.
"What was that back there?" I asked. "When you touch the stones we are able to see a little of what
you see, and feel a little of what you feel," said the angel. "We know that all of these
stones are great treasures, and all of the revelations they contain are priceless. We beheld
for a moment the agony of the Lord before His crucifixion, and we felt briefly what He
felt that terrible night. It is hard for us to understand how our God could ever suffer like
that. It makes us appreciate much more what an honor it is to serve you whom He
did it for."
The angels’ words were like lightning bolts straight to my soul.
I had fought in the great battle. I had climbed to the top of the mountain. I had
become so familiar with the spiritual realm that I hardly noticed angels any more, and I
could speak on nearly equal terms with the great eagles, yet I could not bear to share in
even a moment of the sufferings of My King without wanting to flee to a more
pleasurable experience. "I should not be here," I almost shouted. "I, more than anyone,
deserve to be a prisoner of the evil one!"
"Sir," the angel said almost shyly. "We understand that no one
is here because they deserve it. You are here because you were chosen before the
foundation of the world for a purpose. We do not know what your purpose is, but we know
that it is very great for everyone on this mountain."
"Thank you. You are most helpful. My emotions are being greatly
stretched by this place, and they have tended to overcome my understanding. You
are right. No one is here because they are worthy. Truly, the higher we climb on this
mountain, the more unworthy we are to be there, and the more grace we need to stay
there. How did I ever make it to the top the first time?" "Grace," my angel responded. "If you want to help me," I then said, "please keep repeating
that word to me when ever you see me in confusion or despair. That word I am coming
to understand better than any other, and it always brings great illumination to
"Now I must go back to the red stone. I know now that is the
greatest treasure in this room, and I must not leave until I am carrying that treasure in
my heart," I said with more resolution in my words than I felt in my heart at that
time, but I nevertheless knew that it was true."
The Truth of Grace
The time that I spent at the red stone was the most painful that
I have ever experienced. Many times I simply could not take any more but had to withdraw
my hand. Several times I went back to the blue or green stones to rejuvenate my
soul before I returned. It was extremely hard to return to the red stone each time, but
my love and appreciation for the Lord was growing through this more than
anything I had ever learned or experienced.
Finally, when the presence of the Father departed from Jesus on
the cross, I could not stand it anymore. I quit. I could tell that the angels, who were
also experiencing what I was, were in full agreement. The willpower to touch the stone
again simply was not in me anymore. I did not even feel like going back to the blue
stone. I just laid on the floor weeping over what the Lord had gone through. I also wept because
I knew that I had deserted Him just like His disciples. I failed Him when He
needed me the most, just like they did.
After what seemed like several days, I opened my eyes. Another
eagle was standing beside me. In front of him were three stones, one blue, one
green, and one red. "Eat them," he said. When I did, my whole being was renewed, and both
a great joy and great soberness flooded my soul.
When I stood up, I caught sight of the same three stones set
into the handle of my sword, and then on each of my shoulders. "These are now yours
forever," the eagle said. "They cannot be taken from you, and you cannot lose them." "But I did not finish this last one," I protested. "Christ alone will ever finish that test," he replied. "You have
done well, but you must go on now." "Where to?" I asked. "You must decide, but with time getting shorter I will suggest
that you try to get to the top soon," the eagle replied as he departed in an obvious hurry.
Then I remembered the doors. I immediately started toward the
doors that had been so appealing. When I reached the first one it simply did not appeal
to me anymore. Then I went to another, and it felt the same. "Something seems to have
changed," I remarked out loud.
"You have changed," the entire troop of angels replied at once.
I turned to look at them and was amazed at how much they had changed. They no longer had
the naive look they had before, but were now more regal and wise-looking than
any of the angels I had seen. I knew they reflected what had also taken place in me,
but I now felt uncomfortable just thinking about myself.
"I ask for your counsel," I said to the leader. "Listen to your heart," he said. "That is where these great
truths now abide." "I have never been able to trust my own heart," I responded. "It
is subject to so many delusions, deceptions, and selfish ambitions, that it is hard to
even hear the Lord speaking to me above the clamor of it."
"Sir, with the red stone now in your heart, I do not believe
that will continue to be the case," the leader offered with uncharacteristic confidence. I
leaned against the wall, thinking that the eagle was not here when I needed him the most.
He had been this way before and would know which door to choose. As I pondered,
the "terrible door" was the only one that I could think of. Out of curiosity I
decided to go back and look at it. I had departed from it so fast the first time that I had not
even noticed which truth it represented.
As I approached it I could feel the fear welling up inside of
me, but not nearly as bad as the first time. In great contrast to the others, it was very
dark around this door, and I had to get very close to read the truth over it. Mildly
surprised, I read THE JUDGMENT SEAT OF CHRIST. "Why is this truth so fearful?" I asked aloud,
knowing that the angels would not answer me. As I looked at it I knew that it was
the one I should go through.
"There are many reasons that it is fearful," the familiar voice
of the eagle responded. "I’m glad you came back," I replied. "Have I made a bad choice?" "No! You have chosen well. This door will take you back to the
top of the mountain faster than any other. It is fearful because the greatest fear
in the creation has its source through that door––the holy fear of God. The greatest wisdom
that men can know in this life, or in the life to come, are found through those
doors, but very few will go through them."
But why is this door so dark?" I asked. "The light of these doors reflect the attention that the church
is presently giving to the truths behind them. The truth behind that door is one of the
most neglected of these times, but it is one of the most important. You will understand
when you enter. The greatest authority that men can receive will only be entrusted
to those who will go through this door. When you see Christ Jesus sitting on this
throne, you too will be prepared to sit with Him on it."
"Then this door would not be so dark and forbidding if we had
just given more attention to this truth?" "That is correct. If men knew the glory that is revealed behind
that door, it would be one of the most brilliant," the eagle lamented. "However, it is
still a difficult door to pass through. I was told to return and encourage you because you
will soon need it. You will see a greater glory, but also a greater terror than you
have ever known. But know that because you have chosen the difficult way now, it will
be much easier for you later. Because you are willing to face this hard truth now,
you will not suffer loss later. Many love to know His kindness, but very few are willing
to know His severity. If you do not know both you will always be in danger of
deception and a fall from His great grace."
"I know that I could never come here if I had not spent the time
that I did at the red stone. How could I keep trying to take the easy way when that is
so contrary to the nature of the Lord?" "But now you have chosen, so go quickly. Another great battle is
about to begin, and you are needed at the front."
The Judgment Seat of Christ
I gazed one final time around the huge room inside of the
mountain. The treasures of the truth of Salvation were kept here. It seemed that there was
no end to their expanse or beauty. I could not imagine that the rooms which contained
the other great truths of the faith could be any more glorious. This helped me to
understand why so many Christian never wanted to leave this place. The large gems which
represented the different aspects of Salvation all exuded a glory far beyond any
earthly beauty. It was wonderful beyond description, and I knew that I could stay here
for eternity and never get bored.
The eagle who was standing next to me almost shouted: "You must
go on!" Then more calmly he continued, "There is no greater peace and safety than
to abide in the Lord’s salvation. You were brought here to know this because you will
need it where you are now going. But you must not stay here any longer."
The eagle’s statement about the peace and safety touched
something in me. I thought about the courageous warriors who had fought in the battle from
the first level of the mountain, "Salvation." They had fought so well and delivered so
many, but they had also all been badly wounded. Then the eagle again interrupted my
thoughts as if he were listening to them.
"God has a different definition of peace and safety than we do. To be wounded in the fight is a great honor. That is why the apostle Paul boasted of
his beatings and stonings. There is no courage unless there is real danger. The Lord said
He would go with Joshua to fight for the Promised Land, but over and over exhorted him
to be strong and courageous because he was going to have to fight, and there
would be dangers. It is in this way the Lord proves those who are worthy of the
Promises––they love God and His provision more than their own security. Courage is a
demonstration of true faith.
The Lord never promised that His way would be easy, but it would
be worth it. The courage of those who fought from the level of Salvation moved
the angels of heaven to esteem what God has wrought in the fallen race of men. They took
their wounds in the terrible onslaught, but they did not quit, and they did not
retreat. Even so, by climbing the mountain you were able to fight with an authority that
ultimately freed even more souls. Many more souls will fill these rooms, to the great joy
of heaven, if you go on."
I then turned and looked at the dark and forbidding door over
which was written: The Judgment Seat of Christ. Just as warmth and peace had flooded my
soul each time I looked at this door. Everything in me wanted to stay in this
room, and nothing in me wanted to go through that door. Again the eagle answered my
"Before you enter the door to any great truth you will have
these same feelings. You even felt that way when you entered into this room to the
treasures of salvation. These fears are the result of the fall. They are the fruit of the Tree
of the Knowledge of Good and Evil. The knowledge from that tree made us all insecure and
self-centered. The knowledge of good and evil makes the true knowledge of God seem
fearful, when in fact every truth from above leads to an even greater peace and
security. Even the judgments of God are to be desired, because all of His ways are
By now I had experienced enough to know that what seems right is
often the least fruitful path, and sometimes the road to tragedy. Throughout my
journey, the path on which it seemed that the most was risked was the path that lead
to the greatest reward.
Even so, each time it seemed that more was being risked. To make
the choice to go on therefore got harder each time. "It takes more faith to walk in the higher realms of the
Spirit," the eagle stated, seeming a little more irritated. "The Lord gave us a map to His
kingdom when He said, ‘If you seek to save your life you will lose it, but if you will
lose your life for My sake
-you will find it.’ Those words alone can keep you on the path to
the top of the mountain, and will lead you to victory in the great battle
ahead. They will also help you to stand before the Judgment Seat of Christ," he added, looking
toward the door.
I knew I had to go. I knew that I should remember this glorious
room and the treasures of salvation, but I also knew that I should not look back to
them again. I had to go on. I turned and with all of the courage I could muster, opened the
door to the Judgment Seat of Christ and stepped through it. The troop of angels that
had been assigned to me took positions all around the door, but did not enter.
"What’s the matter? Aren't you coming?" I demanded, badly
wanting the security of their company. "Where you are going now you must go alone. We will be waiting
for you on the other side."
Without responding, I turned and started walking before I could
change my mind. It was the hardest thing I had ever done. I was in the most
frightening darkness I had ever experienced. The most terrible fears rose up within me. Soon I began to think that I had stepped into hell itself. I thought about retreating, but
when I looked back I could see nothing. The door was closed and I could not even see where
it was located.
Resolving that I now had to go on, I moved slowly, praying for
the Lord to help me. As I did, peace began to grow in my heart. I then noticed that the dark was no longer cold, but began to
feel comfortable. Then I started to behold a dim light. Gradually it became a glorious
light so wonderful that I felt that I was entering into heaven itself. Now the glory
increased with every step. I wondered how anything this wonderful could have an entrance so
dark and forbidding. I wanted to savor every step before taking another.
Soon the path opened into a hall so large that I felt that the
earth itself could not contain it. The beauty of it could not even be imagined by human
architects. I had never experienced anything like what filled my soul as I beheld this
room. At the far end was the Source of the glory that emanated from everything else in
the room. I knew that it was the Lord, and I was a little bit afraid as I began to walk
toward Him. I did not even think about how great the distance was. It was all so wonderful
that I felt that I could walk forever and enjoy every step. In earthly terms, that
somehow did not relate here, it would have taken me many days to reach the throne.
My eyes were so fixed on the glory of the Lord that I had walked
a long time before I noticed that I was passing multitudes of people who were
standing in ranks to my left (There were just as many to my right but they were so far away
that I did not notice them until I reached the throne). As I looked at them I had to
stop. They were dazzling, more regal than anyone I had ever seen. Their countenance was
captivating. Never had such peace and confidence graced a human face. Each one was
beautiful beyond any earthly comparison. As I turned toward those who were close to
me they bowed in a greeting as if they knew me.
"How is it that you know me?" I asked, surprised at my own
boldness to ask such a question of them. "You are one of the saints who is fighting in the last battle,"
a man close by responded. "Everyone here knows you, and all of those who are now fighting
on the earth. We are the saints who have served the Lord in the generations before
you. We are the great cloud of witnesses who have been given the right to behold the
last battle. We know all of you, and we see all that you do."
I then noticed someone I had known on earth. He had been a
faithful believer, but I did not think he had done anything of significance. He was so
physically unattractive on earth that it had made him shy. Here he had the same features,
but was somehow more handsome than any person I had known on earth. He stepped
up to me with an assurance and dignity that I had never seen in him, or anyone,
"Heaven is much greater than we could have dreamed while on
earth," he began. "This room is but the threshold of realms of glory that are far beyond
the ability we had to comprehend. It is also true that the second death is much more
terrible than we understood. Neither heaven or hell are like we thought they
were. If I had known on earth what I know here I would not have lived the way that I
did. You are blessed with a great grace to have come here before you have died." he said
while looking at my garments.
I then looked at myself. I still had the old mantle of humility
on, with the armor under it. I felt both foul and crude standing before those who were so
regal and beautiful. I began to think that I was in serious trouble if I was going to
appear before the Lord like this. Like the eagles, my old acquaintance could understand my
thoughts, and he replied to them:
"Those who come here wearing that mantle have nothing to fear. That mantle is the highest rank of honor, and it is why they all bowed to you while
you passed." "I did not notice anyone bowing to me," I replied, a bit
"It is not improper," he continued. "Here we show each other the
respect that is due. Even the angles serve us here, but only our God and His Christ
are worshipped." I was still ashamed. I had to restrain myself to keep from
bowing to these glorious ones, while at the same time wanting to hide myself because I
looked so bad. Then I began lamenting the fact that my thoughts here
were just as foolish as they were on earth, and here everyone knew them! I felt both stained and
stupid standing before these who were so awesome and pure. Again my old acquaintance
responded to these thoughts.
"We have our incorruptible bodies now, and you do not. Our minds
are no longer hindered by sin. We are therefore able to comprehend many times
what even the greatest earthly mind can fathom, and we will spend eternity
growing in our ability to understand. This is so that we can know the Father, and
understand the glory of His creation. On earth you cannot even begin to understand what the
least of these here know, and we are the least of those here."
"How could you be the least?" I asked with disbelief. "There is an aristocracy here. The rewards for our earthly lives
are the eternal positions that we have here. This great multitude here are those whom the
Lord called ‘foolish virgins.’ We knew the Lord, and trusted in His cross for
deliverance from damnation, but we did not really live for Him, but for ourselves. We did
not keep our vessels filled with the oil of the Holy Spirit. We have eternal life, but we
wasted our lives on earth." I was really surprised by this, but I also knew that no one
could lie in that place.
"The foolish virgins gnashed their teeth in the outer darkness,"
I protested. "And that we did. The grief that we experienced when we
understood how we had so wasted our lives was beyond any grief possible on earth. The
darkness of that grief can only be understood by those who have experienced it. Such
darkness is magnified when it is revealed next to the glory of the One we failed. You
are standing now among the lowest rank in heaven. There is no greater fools than the
ones who know the great salvation of God, but then go on living for themselves. To come
here and learn the reality of that folly is a grief beyond what an earthly soul can
experience. We are those who suffered this outer darkness because of this greatest of
I was still incredulous. "But you are more glorious and full of
more joy and peace than I even imagined, even for those in heaven. I do not feel any
remorse in you, and yet I know that here you cannot lie. This does not make sense to me." Looking me straight in the eyes, he continued, "The Lord also
loves us with a love greater than you can yet understand. Before His judgment seat I
tasted the greatest darkness of soul and remorse that can be experienced. Though
here we do not measure time as you do, it seemed to last for as long as my life on
earth had lasted. All of my sins and follies which I had not repented of passed before me,
and before all who are here. The grief of this you cannot understand until you have
experienced it. I felt that I was in the deepest dungeon of hell, even as I stood before the
Lord. He was resolute until my life had been completely reviewed. When I said I was
sorry and asked for the mercy of His cross, He wiped away my tears and took away the
great darkness. He looked at me with a love that was beyond anything that you can
now understand. He gave me this robe. I no longer feel the darkness or bitterness
that I knew as I stood before Him, but I remember it. Only here can you remember such
things without continuing to feel the pain. A moment in the lowest part of
heaven is much greater than a thousand years of the highest life on earth. Now my mourning
at my folly has been turned into joy, and I know that I will know joy forever, even
if I am in the lowest place in heaven."
I began to think again of the treasures of salvation. Somehow I
knew that all that this man had told me was revealed by those treasures. Every step I
had taken up the mountain, or into it, had revealed that His ways are both more
fearful and more wonderful than I had known before.
Looking at me intently, my former acquaintance continued. "You
are not here to understand, but to experience. The next level of rank here is
many times greater than what we have. Each level after is that much greater than the
previous one. It is not just that each level has an even more glorious spiritual body, but
that each level is closer to the throne where all of the glory comes from. Even so, I no
longer feel the grief of my failure. I really deserve nothing. I am here by grace alone, and
I am so thankful for what I have. He is so worthy to be loved. I could be doing many
wondrous things now in the different realms of heaven, but I would rather stay here
and just behold the glory, even if I am on the outer fringes."
Then, with a distant look in his eyes, he added, "Everyone in
heaven is now in this room to watch His great mystery unfold, and to watch those of
you who will fight the last battle." "Can you see Him from here?" I asked. "I see His glory far away,
but I cannot see Him."
"I can see many times better than you can," he answered. "And
yes, I can see Him, and all that He is doing, even from here. I can also hear Him. I can
also behold the earth. He gave us all that power. We are the great cloud of witnesses who
are beholding you."
He departed back into the ranks and I began walking again,
trying to understand all that he had said to me. As I looked over the great host that he
had said were the foolish virgins, the ones who had spiritually slept away their life on
earth, I knew that if any one of them appeared on earth now that they would be worshipped
as gods, and yet they were the very least of those who were here!
I then began to think of all of the time that I had wasted in my
life. It was such an overwhelming thought that I stopped. Then parts of my life began
to pass before me. I began to experience a terrible grief over this one sin. I too
had been one of the greatest of fools! I may have kept more oil in my lamp than others, but
now I knew how foolish I had been to measure what was required of me by how others were
doing. I, too, was one of the foolish virgins!
Just when I thought I would collapse under the weight of this
terrible discovery, a man who I had known and esteemed as one of the great men of God I
had known, came forward to steady me. Somehow his touch revived me. He then
greeted me warmly. He was a man that I had wanted to be discipled by. I had met
him, but we did not get along well. Like a number of others I had tried to get close
enough to learn from, I was an irritation to him and he finally asked me to leave. For years
I had felt guilty about this, feeling that I had missed a great opportunity because of
some flaw in my character. Even though I had put it out of my mind, I still
carried the weight of this failure. When I saw him it all surfaced, and a sick feeling came
over me. Now he was so regal that I felt even more repulsive and embarrassed by my poor
state. I wanted to hide but there was no way I could avoid him here. To my
surprise, his warmth toward me was so genuine that he quickly put me at ease. There did not
seem to be any barriers between us. In fact, the love I felt coming from him
almost completely took away my self-consciousness.
"I have waited eagerly for this meeting," he said. "You were waiting for me?" I asked. "Why?" "You are just one of many that I am waiting for. I did not
understand until my judgment that you were one that I was called to help, to even
disciple, but I rejected you."
"Sir," I protested. "It would have been a great honor to be discipled by you, and I am very thankful for the time that I did have with you, but I was
so arrogant I deserved your rejection. I know that my rebellion and pride has kept me
from ever having a real spiritual father. This was not your fault, but mine." "It is true that you were prideful, but that is not why I was
offended with you. I was offended because of my insecurity, which made me want to control
everyone around me. I was offended that you would not accept everything that I
said without questioning it. I then started to look for anything that was
wrong with you to justify my rejection. I began to feel that if I could not control you
that you would one day embarrass me and my ministry. I esteemed my ministry more than I
did the people for whom it was given to me, so I drove many like you away," he
With a genuineness that is unknown in the realms of earth, he
continued, "All children are rebellious, and think that the world revolves around them. That is why they need parents to raise them. Almost every child will at times bring
reproach on his family, but he is still a part of the family. I turned away many of God’s
own children that he had entrusted to me for getting them safely to maturity. I failed
with most of them. Most of them suffered terrible wounds and failures that I could have
helped them to avoid.
Many of them are now prisoners of the enemy. I built a large
organization, and had considerable influence in the church, but the greatest gifts
that the Lord trusted to me were the ones who were sent to me for discipline, many of whom I
rejected. Had I not been so self-centered and concerned with my own reputation I
would be a king here. I was called to one of the highest thrones. All that you have and
will accomplish would have been in my heavenly account as well. Instead, much of what
I gave my attention to was of very little true eternal significance. What looks good
on earth looks very different here. What will make you a king on earth will often be
a stumbling block to keep you from being a king here. What will make you a king here
is lowly and un-esteemed on earth. Will you forgive me?"
"Of course," I said, quite embarrassed. "But I, too, am in need
of your forgiveness. I still think that it was my awkwardness and rebellion that made it
difficult for you." "It is true that you were not perfect, and I discerned some of
your problems rightly, but that is never cause for rejection," he replied. "The Lord did
not reject the world when He saw its failures. He did not reject me when He saw my sin. He
laid down His life for us. It is always the greater who must lay down his life for the lesser. I was more mature. I had more authority than you, but I became like one of
the goats in the parable; I rejected the Lord by rejecting you and the others
that He sent to me." As he talked, his words were striking me deeply. I, too, was
guilty of everything that he was relenting of. Many young men and women who I had brushed off
as not being important enough for my time were now passing through my mind.
How desperately I wanted to return now and gather them together! This grief that
I began to feel was even worse than I had felt about wasting time. I had wasted
people! Now many of these were prisoners of the enemy, wounded and captured during
the battle on the mountain. This whole battle was for people, and yet people were
often regarded as the least important. We will fight for truths more than for the
people for whom they are given. We will fight for ministries while running roughshod over
the people in them. "And many people think of me as a spiritual leader! I am truly
the least of the saints," I thought to myself.
"I understand how you feel," remarked another man I recognized
as one I considered one of the greatest Christian leaders of all time. "Paul the
apostle said near the end of his life that he was the least of the saints. Then just before
his death he even called himself ‘the greatest of sinners.’ Had he not learned that in
his life on earth he, too, would have been in jeopardy of being one of the least of the
saints in heaven. Because he learned it on earth he is now one of those closest to the
Lord, and will be one of then highest in rank for all of eternity."
Seeing this man in the company of "The foolish virgins" was the
greatest surprise I had yet. "I cannot believe that you, too, are one of the foolish who
slept away their lives on earth. Why are you here?" "I am here because I made one of the most grave mistakes you can
make as one entrusted with the glorious gospel of our Savior. Just as the
apostle Paul progressed from not considering himself inferior to the greatest apostles,
to being the greatest of sinners, I took the opposite course. I started out knowing that
I had been one of the greatest of sinners who had found grace, but ended up thinking
that I was one of the greatest apostles. It was because of my great pride, not
insecurity like our friend here, that I began to attack everyone who did not see everything just
the way I did. Those who followed me I stripped of their own callings, and even their
personalities, pressuring them to all become just like me. No one around me
could be themselves. No one dared to question me because I would crush them into powder;
I thought that by making others smaller I made myself larger. I thought that I was
supposed to be the Holy Spirit to everyone. From the outside my ministry looked
like a smooth running machine where everyone was in unity and there was perfect order,
but it was the order of a concentration camp. I took the Lord’s own children and made
them automatons in my own image instead of His. In the end I was not even serving
the Lord, but the idol I had built to myself. By the end of my life I was actually an
enemy of the true gospel, at least in practice, even if my teachings and writings seemed
"If that is true, that you became an enemy of the gospel, how is
it that you are still here?" I questioned. "By the grace of God, I did trust in the cross for my own
salvation, even though I actually kept other men from it, leading them to myself rather
than to Him. The Lord remains faithful to us even when we are unfaithful. It was also
by his grace that the Lord took me from the earth sooner than He would have just so
those who were under me could find Him and come to know Him."
I could not have been more stunned to think that this was true
of this particular man. History had given us a very different picture of him. Reading
what was going on in my heart, he continued: "God does have a different set of history books than those on
the earth. You have had a glimpse of this, but you do not yet know how different they
are. Earthly histories will pass away, but the books that are kept here will last forever.
If you can rejoice in what heaven is recording about your life, you are blessed indeed. Men
see through a glass darkly, so their histories will always be clouded, and sometimes
Very few, even very few Christians, have the true gift of
discernment. Without this gift it is impossible to accurately discern truth in those of the
present or the past. Even with this gift it is difficult. Until you have been here, and been
stripped, you will judge others through distorted prejudices, either positive or negative. That
is why we were warned not to judge before the time. Until we have been here we just
cannot really know what is in the heart of others, whether they are performing good or
evil deeds. There have been good motives in even the worst of men, and evil motives in
even the best of them. Only here can men be judged by both their deeds and their
"When I return to earth, will I be able to discern history
accurately because I have been here?" "You are here because you prayed for the Lord to judge you
severely, to correct you ruthlessly, so that you could serve Him more perfectly. This was
one of the most wise requests you ever made. The wise judge themselves lest they be
judged. The even wiser ask for the judgments of the Lord, because they realize
that they cannot even judge themselves very well. Having come here you will leave with
far more wisdom and discernment, but on earth you will always see through a
glass darkly to at least some degree. Your experience here will help you to know men
better, but only when you are fully here can you know them fully. When you leave here
you will be more impressed by how little you know men rather than by how well you
know them. This is just as true in relation to the histories of men. I have been
allowed to talk with you because I have in a sense discipled you through my writings, and
to know the truth about me will help you greatly," the great Reformer concluded.
Then a woman stepped forward who I did not know. Her beauty and
grace was breathtaking, but it was not sensual, or seductive in any way. She was the definition of dignity and nobility. "I was his wife on earth," she began. "Much of what you know of
him actually came from me, therefore what I am about to say is not just about him,
but about us. You can reform the church without reforming your own soul. You can
dictate the course of history, and yet not do the Father’s will, or glorify His Son.
If you commit yourself to making human history, you may do it, but it is a fleeting
accomplishment that will evaporate like a wisp of smoke."
"But your husband’s work, or your work, greatly impacted every
generation after him for good. It is hard to imagine how dark the world would have
been without him," I protested. "True. But you can gain the whole world and still loose your own
soul. Only if you keep your own soul pure can you impact the world for the truly
lasting eternal purpose of God. My husband lost his soul to me, and he only gained it at
the end of his life because I was taken from the earth so that he could. Much of what he did
he did more for me than for the Lord. I pressured him, and even gave him much of
the knowledge that he taught. I used him as an extension of my own ego, because as a
woman at the time I could not be recognized as a spiritual leader myself. I took
over his life so that I could live my life through Him. Soon I had him doing everything just
to prove himself to me."
"You must have loved her very much." I said looking at him. "No. I did not love her at all. Neither did she love me. In
fact, after just a few years of marriage we did not even like each other. But we both needed
each other, so we found a way to work together. The more successful we became in this
way, the more unhappy we became, and the more deception we used to fool those
who followed us. We were empty wretches by the end of our lives. The more
influence that you gain by your own self-promotion, the more striving you must do to keep
your influence, and the more dark and cruel your life will become. Kings feared us,
but we feared everyone from the kings to the peasants. We could trust no one because we
were living in such deception ourselves we did not even trust each other. We
preached love and trust, because we wanted everyone to love and trust us, but we feared
and secretly despised everyone ourselves. If you preach the greatest truths but do not
live them, you are only the greatest hypocrite."
Their words began to pound me like a hammer. I could see that
already my life was heading in the same direction. How much was I doing to promote
myself rather than Christ. I began to see how much I did just to prove myself to
others, especially those who disliked me, or who I felt in competition with in some way. I began to see how much of my own life was built on the facades of a projected
image that belied who I really was. But here I could not hide. This great cloud of
witnesses all knew who I was beyond the veil of my projected motives.
I looked again at this couple. They were now so guileless and so
truly noble that it was impossible to question their motives. They were gladly exposing
their most devious sins for my sake, and were genuinely glad to be able to do it. "I may have had a wrong concept of you by your history and your
writings, but I have even more esteem for you now. I pray that I can carry from this
place the integrity and freedom that you have now. I am tired of trying to live up to
projected images of myself. How I long for that freedom." I lamented, wanting
desperately to remember every detail of this encounter. Then the famous Reformer offered
a final exhortation: "Do not try to teach others to do what you are doing yourself. Reformation is not just a doctrine. True reformation only comes from union with the
Savior. When you are yoked with Christ, carrying the burdens that He gives you, He
will be with you and carry them for you. You can only do His work when you are doing
it with Him, not just for Him. Only the Spirit can beget that which is Spirit. If
you are yoked with Him you will do nothing for the sake of politics or history. Anything that you do because of political pressures, or opportunities, will only lead you to the
end of your true ministry. The things that are done for the sake of trying to make history
will at best doom your accomplishments to history, and you will fail to impact
eternity. If you do not live what you preach to others you disqualify yourself from the high
calling of God, just as we did. I will tell you what will keep you on the path of
life––love the Savior and seek His glory alone. Everything that you do to exalt yourself will one
day bring you the most terrible humiliation. Everything that you do out of true love
for the Savior, to glorify His name, will extend the limits of His eternal kingdom, and
ultimately result in a much higher place for yourself. Live for what is recorded here. Care
nothing for what is recorded on earth."
As they walked away I was again being overwhelmed by my own sin.
The times that I had used people for my own purposes, or even used the glorious
name of Jesus, to further my own ambitions, or to make myself look better, began
to cascade down upon me. Here, where I could behold the power and glory of the
One I had so used, it became more repulsive than I thought I could stand. I fell on my
face in the worst despair I had ever known. After what seemed like an eternity of
seeing these people and events pass before me, I felt the woman lifting me to my
feet again. I was overcome by her purity, especially as I now felt so evil and
corrupt. I had the strongest desire to worship her because she was so pure.
"Turn to the Son," she said emphatically. "Your desire to
worship me, or anyone else at this time, is only an attempt to turn the attention away from
yourself, and justify yourself by serving what you are not. I am pure now because I
turned to Him. You need to see the corruption that is in your own soul, but then
you must not dwell on yourself, or seek to justify yourself with dead works, but turn
This was said in such genuine love and concern that it was
impossible to be hurt or offended by it. When she saw that I understood, she continued: "The purity that you saw in me was what my husband first saw in
me when we were young. I was relatively pure in my motives then, but I corrupted
his love and my own purity by letting him worship me wrongly. You can never become
pure just by worshipping one who is more pure than you, but only by going
beyond them to find for yourself the One who has made them pure, and in Whom alone
is no sin. The more people praised us, and the more we accepted their praises, the
further we departed from the path of life. Then we started living for the praises of
men, and to gain power over those who would not praise us. That was our demise, and was
the same for many who are here in the lowest place, but were called to be in the
Wanting to simply prolong our conversation, I asked the next
thing that came to my mind, "Is it difficult for you and your husband to be here
together?" "Not at all. All of the relationships that you have on earth are
continued here, and they are all purified by the judgment. The more that you are forgiven
the more that you love. Of course, the Lord forgave us more than anyone, and here
we all love Him much more than anyone else. After we forgave each other we loved each
other more. Now our relationship is continuing in much greater depth and
richness because we are joint heirs of this salvation. As deep as the wounds
went, that is how deep the love was able to go once we were healed. We could have experienced this on
earth, but we did not learn forgiveness in time. If we had learned forgiveness the
competition that entered our relationship, and sidetracked our life, would not have been
able to take root in us. If you truly love, you will easily forgive. The harder it is for
you to forgive, the further you are from true love. Forgiveness is essential if you are to
stay on the path of life. Without it many things can knock you off the course chosen for
At the same time I realized that this woman, who had brought me
into this confrontation with such pain at my depravity, was also the most
attractive person I could ever remember meeting. It was not romantic attraction, but
I just did not want to leave her. Perceiving my thoughts, she withdrew a step,
indicating that she was about to go, but offered me one last insight.
"The pure truth, spoken in pure love, will always attract. You
will remember the pain you feel here, and it will help you through the rest of your
life. Pain is good; it shows you where there is a problem. Do not try to reduce the pain
until you find and address the problem. God’s truth often brings pain as it highlights a
problem that we have, but His truth will always show us the way to freedom, and true life. When you know this you will even begin to rejoice in your trials, which are all
allowed to help keep you on the path of life."
"Also, your attraction to me is not out of order. It is the
attraction between male and female that was given in the beginning, which is always pure in
its true form. When pure truth is combined with pure love, men can be the men they
were created to be without having to dominate out of insecurity. Women can be the
women they were created to be because their love has replaced their fear. Love
will never manipulate or try to control out of insecurity, because love casts out all
fear. The very place where relationships can be the most corrupted is also where they can
be the most fulfilling. As your mind is renewed by the Spirit of Truth, you will not see
relationships as an opportunity to get from others, but to give. Giving is the
greatest fulfillment that we can ever know. It is a taste of heaven where we give to the Lord in
pure worship, which has an ecstasy that even the most wonderful relationships on earth
are but a fleeting glimpse of. What we experience in worship here your frail little
un-glorified body could not endure. The true worship of God will purify the soul for the
glories of true relationships. Therefore, you must not seek relationships, but
pure worship. Only then can relationships start to be what they are supposed to be. True
love never seeks the upper hand, but the lowest place of service. If my husband and I
had kept this in our marriage, we would be sitting next to the King now, and this
great hall would be filled with many more souls."
With that she disappeared back into the ranks of the glorified
saints. I looked again towards the throne and the glory that appeared was so much more
beautiful that I was taken aback. Another man standing close to me explained: "With each encounter, a veil is being removed so that you can
see Him more clearly. You are not changed just by seeing His glory, but by seeing it
with an unveiled face. Everyone who comes to the true judgments of God walks a corridor
such as this to meet those who can help them remove whatever veils they are
still wearing; veils that will distort their vision of Him."
I had already absorbed more understanding than I felt like my
many years of study on earth had given me. I then began to feel that all of my study
and seeking on earth had only lead me forward at a snail’s pace. How could many lifetimes
prepare me for the judgment? My life had already disqualified me more than all of
those whom I had met, and they barely made it here!
Then another man emerged from the ranks. He had been a
contemporary of mine, and I did not know that he had died. I had never met him on earth,
but he had a great ministry which I respected very much. Through men that he had
trained, thousands had been led to salvation, and many great churches had been
raised up. He asked if he could just embrace me for a minute, and I agreed, feeling a bit
awkward. When we embraced I felt such love coming from him that a great pain that
was deep within me stopped hurting. I had become so used to the pain that I did not
even notice it until it stopped. After he released me I told him that his embrace had
healed me of something. His joy at this was profound. Then he began to tell me why he
was in the lowest rank in heaven.
"I became so arrogant near the end of my life that I could not
imagine that the Lord would do anything of significance unless He did it through me. I
began to touch the Lord’s anointed, and do His prophets harm. I was selfishly proud
when the Lord used one of my own disciples, and I became jealous when the Lord
moved through anyone who was outside of my own ministry. I would search for anything
that was wrong with them which I could attack. I did not know that every time I did
this I only demoted myself further."
"I never knew that you had done anything like that," I said,
surprised. "I incited men under me to investigate others and do my dirty
work. I had them scour the earth to find any error or sin in the life of others to
expose them. I became the worst thing that a man can become on the earth––a stumbling
block who produced other stumbling blocks. We sowed fear and division throughout
the church, all in the name of protecting the truth. In my self-righteousness I was
headed for perdition. In His great mercy the Lord allowed me to be struck by a disease
that would bring about a slow and humiliating death. Just before I died I came to my
senses and repented. I am just thankful to be here at all. I may be one of the least of
His here, but it is much more than I deserve. I just could not leave this room until I had a
chance to apologize to those of you that I so wronged."
"But you never wronged me," I said. "Oh, but I did indeed," he replied. "Many of the attacks that
came against you were from those whom I had agitated and encouraged in their assaults
on others. Even though I may not have personally carried the attacks out, the
Lord holds me as responsible as those who did." "I see. Certainly I forgive you." I was already beginning to remember how I had done this same
thing, even if on a smaller scale. I recalled how I had allowed disgruntled former
members of a church to spread their poison about that church without stopping them. I
knew that by just allowing them to do this without correcting them I had
encouraged them to continue. I remember thinking that this was justified because of the errors
of that church. I then began to remember how I had even repeated many of their stories,
justifying it by saying it was only to enlist prayers for them. Soon a great
flood of other such incidents began to arise in my heart. Again, I was starting to be
overwhelmed by the evil and darkness of my own soul.
"I, too, have been a stumbling block!" I wailed, dropping again
to my knees. I knew that I deserved death, that I deserved the worst kind of hell. I
had never seen such ruthlessness and cruelty as I was now seeing in my own heart. "And we always comforted ourselves by actually thinking that we
were doing God a favor when we attacked His own children," came the understanding
voice of this man. "It is good for you to see this here, because you can go back. Please warn my disciples of their impending doom if they do not repent. Many of them are
called to be kings here, but if they do not repent they will face the worst
judgment of all––that of the stumbling blocks. My humbling disease was grace from God. When I
stood before the throne I asked the Lord to send such grace to my disciples. I
cannot cross back over to them, but He has allowed me this time with you. Please forgive
and release those who have attacked you. They really do not understand that they are
doing the work of the Accuser. Thank you for forgiving me, but please also forgive
them. It is in your power to retain sins or cover them with love. I entreat you to love
those who are now your enemies."
I could hardly hear this man I was so overwhelmed with my own
sin. This man was so glorious, pure and obviously now had powers that were not known
on the earth. Yet, he was entreating me with a greater humility than I had
witnessed before. I felt such love coming from him that I could not imagine refusing him, but
even without the impact of his love, I felt far more guilty than anyone could
possibly be who was attacking me.
"Certainly I must deserve anything they have done to me, and
much more," I replied. "That is true, but it is not the point here," he entreated. "Everyone on earth is deserving of the second death, but our Savior brought us grace and truth. If we are to do His work we must do everything in both grace and truth. Truth
without grace is what the enemy brings when he comes as an ‘angel of light.’" "If I can be delivered from this maybe I will be able to help
them," I replied. "But can’t you recognized that I am far worse than they could possibly be?" "I know that what just passed through your mind was bad," he
answered, but with a love and grace that was profound. I knew that he had now become
as concerned for me and my condition as he had been for his own disciples.
"This really is heaven," I blurted out. "This really is light
and truth. How could we who live in such darkness become so proud, thinking that we know so
much about God? Lord!" I yelled in the direction of the throne, "Please let me
go and carry this light back to earth!"
Immediately the entire host of heaven seemed to stand at
attention, and I knew that I was the center of their attention. I felt so insignificant
before just one of these glorious ones, but when I knew they were all looking at me, fear came
like a tidal wave. I felt that there could be no doom like I was about to experience. I
felt like the greatest enemy of the glory and truth that so filled that place. I was
too corrupted, I could never properly represent such glory and truth. There was no way that I
could in my corruption convey the reality of the glorious place and
Presence. I was sure that even Satan had not fallen as far as I had from grace. This is hell I
thought. There can be no worse pain than to be as evil as I am and to know that this kind
of glory exists. To be banned from here is a torture worse than I ever dreamed. No
wonder the demons are so angry and demented, I thought.
Just when I felt that I was about to be sent to the deepest
regions of hell, I simply cried "JESUS!" Quickly a peace came over me. I knew I had to move on
toward the glory again, and somehow I had the confidence to do it. I kept moving
until I saw a man who I considered one of the greatest writers of all time. I had
considered his depth of insight into the truth to be possibly the greatest that I had
encountered in all of my studies. "Sir, I have always looked forward to this meeting," I almost
blurted out. "As have I," he replied with genuine sincerity. "I feel that I know you, and in your writings I almost felt like
you somehow knew me. I think that I owe more to you than to anyone else who was not
canonized in Scripture," I continued. "You are very gracious," he replied. "But I am sorry that I did
not serve you better. I was a shallow person, and my writings were shallow, and filled
with more worldly wisdom than divine truth."
"Since I have been here, and learned all that I have learned, I
know that this must be true, but I still think they are some of the best that we have
on earth," I answered. "You are right," this famous writer admitted, with sincerity. "It is so sad. Everyone here, even those who sit closest to the King, would live their
lives differently if they had them to live over, but I think that I would live mine even more
differently than most. I was honored by kings, but failed the King of kings. I used the
great gifts and insights that were given me to draw men more to myself and my wisdom than
to Him. Besides, I only knew Him by the hearing of the ear, which is the way I
compelled other men to know Him. I made them dependent on me, and others like me. I
turned them more to deductive reasoning than to the Holy Spirit, Who I hardly knew. I did not point men to Jesus, but to myself and others like me who pretended to know
Him. When I beheld Him here, I wanted to ground my writings into powder, just as
Moses did to the golden calf. My mind was my idol, and I wanted everyone to worship my
mind with me. Your esteem for me does not cause me to rejoice. If I had spent as
much time seeking to know Him as I did seeking to know about Him in order to impress
others with my knowledge, many of those who are in this lowest of companies
would be sitting in the throne that was prepared for them, and many others would be in
"I know by being here that your appraisal of your work is true,
but are you not being a little to hard on yourself?" I questioned. "Your works fed me
spiritually for many years, as I know they have multitudes of others." "I am not being too hard on myself. All that I have said is true
as it was confirmed when I stood before the throne. I produced a lot, but I was
given more talents than almost anyone here, and I buried them beneath my own spiritual
pride and ambitions. Just as Adam could have carried the whole human race into a most
glorious future, but by his failure led billions of souls into the worst of
tragedies, with authority comes responsibility. The more authority you are given, the more
potential for both good and evil you will have. Those who will rule with Him for the ages
will know responsibility of the most profound kind. No man stands alone, and every human
failure, or victory, resonates far beyond our comprehension, even to generations to
come. The many thousands who I could have led properly would have resulted in
many more millions here. Anyone who understands the true nature of authority would
never seek it, but only accept it when they know they are yoked with the Lord, the
only One who can carry authority without stumbling. Never seek influence for
yourself, but only seek the Lord and be willing to take His yoke. My influence did not feed
your heart, but rather your pride in knowledge."
"How can I know that I am not doing the same?" I asked as I
began to think of my own writings. "Study to show yourself approved unto God, not men," he replied
as he walked back into the ranks. Before he disappeared he turned and with the
slightest smile, offered one last bit of advice: "And do not follow me."
In this first multitude I saw many other men and women of God
from both my own time and history. I stopped and talked to many more. I was
continually shocked that so many who expected to be in the highest positions were in the
lowest rank of the kingdom. Many shared the same basic story––they all had fallen
to the deadly sin of pride after their great victories, or fallen to jealousy when
other men were anointed as much as they were. Others had fallen to lust, discouragement, or
bitterness near the end of their lives and had to be taken before they crossed the
line into perdition. They all gave me the same warning: the higher the spiritual authority
that you walk in, the further you can fall if you depart from love and humility.
As I continued toward the judgment seat I began to pass those
who were of higher rank in the kingdom. After many more veils had been stripped
away from me by meetings with those who had stumbled over the same problems that
I had, I began to meet those who had overcome. I met couples who had served the
Lord and each other faithfully to the end. Their glory here was unspeakable, and
their victory encouraged me that it was possible to stay on the path of life, and serve
Him in faithfulness. Those who stumbled, stumbled in many different ways. Those who
prevailed all did it the same way––they did not deviate from their devotion to the first
and greatest commandment––loving the Lord. By this their service was done
unto Him, not men, not even for spiritual men. These were the ones who worshipped
the Lamb, and followed Him wherever He went.
When I was still not even half way to the throne, what had been
the indescribable glory of the first rank now seemed to be the outer darkness in
comparison to the glory of those I was now passing. The greatest beauty on earth would not
qualify to be found anywhere in heaven. And I was told that this room was just the
threshold of realms indescribable!
My march to the throne may have taken days, months or even
years. There was no way to measure time in that place. To my considerable
discomfort, they all showed great respect to me, not because of who I was or anything that I
had done, but simply because I was a warrior in the battle of the last days. Somehow,
through this last battle, the glory of God would be revealed in such a way that it would
be a witness to every power and authority, created or yet to be created, for all of
eternity. During this battle the glory of the cross would be revealed, and the wisdom of God
would be known in a special way. To be in that battle was to be given one of the
greatest honors given to those of the race of men.
As I approached the Judgment Seat of Christ, those in the
highest ranks were also sitting on thrones that were all a part of His throne. Even the
least of these thrones was more glorious than any earthly throne many times over. Some of
these were rulers over cities on earth who would soon take their place. Others
were rulers over the affairs of heaven, and others over the affairs of the physical
creation, such as star systems and galaxies. However, it was apparent that those who
were given authority over cities were esteemed above those who had even been given
authority over galaxies. The value of a single child was more than a galaxy of
stars, because the Holy Spirit dwelt in men, and the Lord had chosen men as His eternal
dwelling place. In the presence of His glory the whole earth seemed as insignificant as
a speck of dust, and yet was so infinitely esteemed that the attention of the whole host
of heaven was upon it. Now that I stood before the throne, I felt very much less than a
speck of dust. Even so, I felt the Holy Spirit upon me in a greater way than I ever had. It is was by His power alone that I was able to stand. It was here that I truly came to
understand His ministry as our Comforter. He had led me through the entire journey even
though I had hardly noticed Him.
The Lord was both more gentle and more terrible than I had ever
imagined. In Him I saw Wisdom who had accompanied me up the mountain, and felt the
familiarity of many of my friends on earth. I recognized Him as the One I had
heard speaking to me many times through others. I also recognized Him as the One that
I had often rejected when He had come to me in others. I saw both a Lion and a Lamb,
the Shepherd and the Bridegroom, but most of all I saw Him here as the Judge.
Even in His awesome presence, the Comforter was so mightily with
me I was comfortable. It was also apparent that the Lord in no way wanted
me to be uncomfortable; He only wanted me to know the truth. Human words
are not adequate to describe either how awesome, or how relieving it was to stand
before the Lord. I had passed the point where I was concerned if the judgment was going
to be good or bad; I just knew it would be right, and that I could trust my Judge. At one point the Lord looked toward the galleries of thrones
around Him. Many were occupied by saints, and many were empty. He then said, "These
thrones are for the overcomers who have served Me faithfully in every generation. My
Father and I prepared them before the foundation of the world. Are you worthy
to sit in one of these?"
I remembered what a friend had once said, "When an omniscient
God asks you a question, it is not because He is seeking information." I looked
at the thrones. I looked at those who were now seated. I could recognize some of the
great heroes of the faith, but most of those seated I knew had not even been well known on
earth. Many I knew had been missionaries who had expended their lives in obscurity. They had never cared
to be remember on earth, but only to Him. I was a bit surprised
to see some who had been wealthy, or rulers who had been faithful with what they had
However, it seemed that faithful, praying women and mothers
occupied more thrones than any other single group. There was no way that I could answer "yes" to the Lord’s
question if I considered myself worthy to sit here. I was not worthy to sit in the
company of any who were there. I knew I had been given the opportunity to run for the
greatest prize in heaven or earth, and I had failed. I was desperate, but there was still
one hope. Even though most of my life had been a failure, I knew that I was here
before I had finished my life on earth. When I confessed that I was not worthy, He asked: "But do you want this seat?"
"I do with all of my heart," I responded. The Lord then looked at the galleries and said, "Those empty
seats could have been filled in any generation. I gave the invitation to sit here to
everyone who has called upon My name. They are still available. Now the last battle has
come, and many who are last shall be first. These seats will be filled before the
battle is over. Those who will sit here you will know by two things: they will wear the mantle
of humility, and they will have My likeness. You now have the mantle. If you can keep
it and do not lose it in the battle, when you return you will also have My likeness. Then
you will be worthy to sit with these, because I will have made you worthy. All
authority and power has been given to Me, and I alone can wield it. You will prevail, and you
will be trusted with My authority only when you have come to fully abide in Me. Now turn
and look at My household."
I turned and looked back in the direction I had come from. From
before His throne I could see the entire room. The spectacle was beyond any earthly
comparison for its glory. Millions filled the ranks. Each individual in the lowest
rank was more awesome than an army, and I knew had more power. It was far beyond my
capacity to absorb such a panorama of glory. Even so, I could see that only a very
small portion of the great room was occupied.
I then looked back at the Lord and was astonished to see tears
in His eyes. He had wiped the tears away from every eye here, but His own. As a tear
ran down His cheek he caught it in His hand. He then offered it to me. "This is My cup. Will you drink it with Me?"
There was no way that I could refuse Him. As the Lord continued
to look at Me I began to feel His great love. Even as foul as I was He still loved me.
As undeserving as I was He wanted me to be close to Him. Then He said: "I love all of these with a love that you cannot now understand.
I also love all who are supposed to be here but did not come. I have left the ninety
nine to go after the one who was lost. My shepherds would not leave the one to go after
the ninety nine who are still lost. I came to save the lost. Will you share My heart
to go to save the lost? Will you help to fill this room? Will you help to fill these thrones,
and every other seat in this hall? Will you take up this quest to bring joy to heaven, to Me
and to My Father? This judgment is for My own household, and My own house is not full. The last battle will not be over until My house is full. Only then will it be time
for us to redeem the earth, and remove the evil from My creation. If you drink My cup you
will love the lost the way that I loved them."
He then took a cup so plain that I was surprised that it even
existed in a room of such glory, and He placed His tear in it. He then gave it to me. I
have never tasted anything so bitter. I knew that I could in no way drink it all, or even
much of it, but I was determined to drink as much as I could. The Lord patiently
waited until I finally erupted into such crying that I felt like veritable rivers of tears were
flowing from me. I was crying for the lost, but even more I was crying for the Lord. I looked to Him in desperation as I could not take any more of
this great pain. Then His peace began to fill me and mix with His love that I was feeling. Never had I felt anything so wonderful. This was the living water that I knew
could spring up for eternity. Then I felt as if the waters flowing within me caught
on fire. I began to feel that this fire would consume me if I could not begin declaring
the majesty of His glory.
I had never felt such an urge to preach, to worship Him, and to
breathe every breath that I was given for the sake of His gospel. "Lord!" I shouted out, forgetting everyone but Him. "I now know
that this throne of judgment is also the throne of grace, and I ask You now for the
grace to serve You. Above all things I ask You for grace! I ask You for the grace to
finish my course. I ask You for the grace to love You like this so that I can be
delivered from the delusions and self-centeredness that so pervert my life. I call upon You for
salvation from myself and the evil of my own heart, and for this love that I now feel to
flow continually in my heart. I ask You to give me Your heart, Your love. I ask You for
the grace of the Holy Spirit to convict me of my sin. I ask You for the grace of the
Holy Spirit to testify of You, as You really are. I ask for the grace to testify of all
that You have prepared for those who come to You. I ask for the grace to be upon me to
preach the reality of this judgment. I ask for the grace to share with those who are called
to occupy these empty thrones, to give them words of life that will keep them on the
path of life, that will impart to them the faith to do what they have been called to do. Lord, I beg You for this grace."
The Lord then stood up. Then all of those who were seated upon
the thrones for as far as I could see also stood up. His eyes burned with a fire I had
not seen before. "You have called upon Me for grace. This request I never deny. You shall return, and the Holy Spirit shall be with you. Here you have tasted of both
My kindness and My severity. You must remember both if you are to stay on the path
of life. The true love of God includes the judgment of God. You must know both my
kindness and severity or you will fall to deception. This is the grace that you have
been given here, to know both. The conversations you had with your brethren here were My
grace. Remember them."
He then pointed His sword toward my heart, then my mouth, then
my hands. When He did this fire came from His sword and burned me with a
great pain. "This too is grace," He said. "You are but one of many who have been
prepared for this hour.
Preach and write about all that you have seen here. What I have
said to you say to My brethren. Go and call My captains to the last battle. Go and
defend the poor and the oppressed, the widows and the orphans. This is the commission of
My captains, and it is where you will find them. My children are worth more to Me than
the stars in the heavens. Feed My lambs. Watch over My little ones. Give the word
of God to them that they may live. Go to the battle. Go and do not retreat. Go
quickly for I will come quickly. Obey Me and hasten the day of My coming."
A company of angels then came and escorted me away from the
throne. The leader walked beside me and began to speak. "Now that He has stood He will not sit again until the last
battle is over. He has been seated until the time when His enemies are to be put under His
feet. The time has now come. The legions of angels that have been standing ready since
the night of passion have now been released upon the earth. The hordes of hell have
also been released. This is the time that all of creation has been waiting for. The
great mystery of God will soon be finished. We will now fight until the end. We will fight
with you and your brethren."
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