16- The Vision (Heaven)

Welcome to track #16 of Give thyself honey. Here I find your peace. Here I find your rest. Here's where I reminded that I am your child. Here's the quiet corner. Here I find your keys. Here I find your rest. Here's where I bring my dad. That I am your child. Here's the quiet corner. I pour my heart out to you when you hear, I take the sights and you know my most cry. Here is a place that you will always be right here to listen to my every. Please hear me when I fall, you help me through it all. I know that I can count on you. I know that my strength is renewed here. I know your way. I hear your voice so still I know you see me through my egg can soar you soup here, my hearts that eat basking in your purse that be Unless some choice here first. This drives our way of fear. Here is the play where you will always be right here to listen to my every belief. You hear me when I go. You help me through it all. I know that I can count on you. I know that my strength is renewed. Here I find your peace. Here I find your head. Here's where I'm reminded that I am your child. Here's the quiet going on. I hear your voice. More. Please. Oh, let the joy. See. Your perfect love and tribe, the way you're here, give us the place that you beloved me, right here to listen to my every plea. You hear me when I call. Help me through it all. Here is the place where you will always be ready to listen to my everything. Here is the place where I'll always be ready to listen to my everything. Here is the place where I will always be. You're ready to listen to my everything. Give us the place I will always be. You're ready to listen to my everything. Give us the place I will always be. And I know you listen to my everything. This is the place you should always be. You're ready to listen to your everything. This is the place we will always be. I need to feel your presence. The I need to know your power. Feel me now with more of you. I need to see your glory and I want to know your way. So would you please come and fill this play? I need fresh joy from you. Cover my life with you, bring down refreshing on you from above. I need your breath today. Please come and show me the way. Shall we count your rain upon me? Maybe more and more like Jesus, have your way in me so that the world may see you are the poor star. I am just the head. So hold me and shape me completely into what you want me to be, and I'll change my glory to glory 'cause I need rush oil from. You all. Of my life. But you know, bring down refresh. I need from above. I need your breath. Today He's gonna show me the way. Shower down your rain of water. Make me more and more like Jesus. I need fresh more help from you. Come up my life which would you bring down refreshing a new from our world. I need your present. Please show me the way. Shout out to Rain make me more and more like Jesus Christ. I need you to shatter down the rain. The war with me Make me more and more more like Jesus. None. What a blessing. Now I'm going to give you a vision. There's a vision of a great man of God. 150,000 people queued up to sea to pay respects to him when he died. Yeah. And 40,000 people attended his funeral. Yeah. So in this vision, I was transformed into a Christian of that type. We know. Why am I using this? Of that type? We know, we all know, it's very common around us. In their vision He was, He was transformed into a type of Christian that we all know is very common around us and he was not sure which church he belonged to when he was transformed. All I knew was the simple fact that I claimed to be a follower of Christ, and I was regarded myself as having the favor of God, hoping for the enjoyment of the blessings promised to His people hereafter. In my vision, I imagined that so far as this world was concerned, Solomon's prayer was answered in my circumstances because I had neither poverty nor riches. The Solomon's prayer, the Solomon Pray, Lord, don't let me be rich, Don't let me be poor. All my temporal wants were fully supplied. I had home, I had friends, I had leisure, and all that was really necessary to happiness. In these respects I was, as I've already said, a Christian. Most of my more intimate friends possessed professed to be the same, got birds of the same feather. No fly it's flock. That's not the same feather. When you say fly together, I miss you. You went to a Site 2 school. We, as I've already said, I was a Christian and most of my more intimate friends professed to be the same. We visited at each other's houses and were alike interested in each other's amusements, business engagement, political opinions, and many other things. We bought and sold and married and gave in marriage. In short, we acted as though the world we were in was going to last forever. I thought also that I took some active part in the church to which I belonged. He was an active member of his church. I always attended the services on Sunday, and I held a prominent position in his financial management and occupied myself zealously in teaching Bible truths to the children. He was in the children's church. Yeah, indeed, I considered myself quite a shining light now and then. Not very often, though. I visited the sick in a friendly way, especially when they happened to be connected with my own circle of acquaintances. And in addition to those good deeds, I contributed a little money to support missionary operations. Yeah, it's not bad at all. In all this I was quite sincere. I had no notion that I was playing the hypocrite. In fact, I I did not do so. It is true, I did not stop to think what Christianity really was, although I talked openly freely about it at times. And I pitied people who did not profess to to be Christians. I pitied them, but I seldom seriously considered the claims of Jesus Christ and the poor, sinning, suffering world around me. I never considered the poor suffering world around me, although I occasionally had them discussed, but more seldom did I meditate on the length and breadth of these claims in relation to myself. Thus he never thought much about the suffering world and what is happening in the world. The paper dying, you know, rise, die for all of them. Not deeply. And I have gotten into a certain wrath of thought, action and profession. And I went on from day-to-day hoping that all would turn out well at the last. But in my vision, without any apparent warning, a dangerous fever seized upon me, developed sudden fever, and before I knew where I was, the doctor pronounced me to be in a dangerous condition. In fact, in a few hours I was brought close to the verge of death. This was a serious business. Everyone around me in my life was in the greatest confusion, while many of those who loved me were paralyzed with despair. I couldn't believe it. Then followed consultations with other doctors hurrying from far and near of my family. We were called in, the family members were called in, many suggestions as to possible remedies to my condition from my numerous friends and acquaintances, together with the most careful nursing money, could procure an affection, or affection dictate. Like all the best nursing care he could get, he had it, but all proved in vain. For my own part, I did not feel any alarm, even though he was very sick. Whether it was the suddenness of the visitation or the benumbing character of the disease or the effect of the drugs the doctors were giving me to make me sleep, I cannot tell. But strangely enough, I seem to be the least disturbed person in the house, even though he was the one who was on the verge of dying. This is an amazing vision. Yeah. I felt as though I was in a dream. I knew I was ill. Dangerously. I'll for a relative of mine insisted on being informed of my real condition. And yet, on my being informed that a relative insisted that he should be informed of his real condition. OK, he was dying. I was not distressed by the announcement. Why? Because I thought I would recover. Most people do, I suppose, until the hand of death is actually on them. And if I didn't recover, what's the problem, man? What need have I to worry for myself? Was I not a Christian? Had Christ not died for me, had I not been converted, did I not believe in the Bible? Had I not lived a moral life, What had I to fear? And then again, was I not all the time hearing hymns being sung for my comfort, and prayers being offered for my restoration, that if recovery could not be granted me, it was as earnestly as that I might pass away? That if I fully recover, I should die without suffering and have a happy admission into heaven. Why should I be disturbed? And if disquieting thoughts did cross my mind, if I could not help questions arising as to whether I have done my duty in a perishing world, and whether with my time and influence and money and family, I have done what was right. So it seemed as though it were impossible to do anything different under the circumstances than to let things drift in. In the vision. It was like there wasn't really much he could do than to just allow things to drift. How could I do otherwise with the burning fever that I was experiencing taking up my brain? All confused, my energies lay prostate. Consequently, when I complained that I did not have much joy, I readily acceded to a suggestion made by my minister that my condition prevented it. All right, now, how could I make a confession in the presence of my wife and children and comrades that I had been mistaken all these years and that my life had been a failure? As he was on his deathbed, he was thinking because he was asked whether he's ready for the change. From what I'm reading, he was asked, Are you ready myself? How can I confess in the presence of my wife that I've made a mistake all day My life has been a failure? No, it was too late. And I was too I'll for any such action. One thing I could do, and that I did, I cast myself with what force of soul I had left on the mercy of my Savior. And again I repeated A couplet that had always been a favorite of mine. I am a poor sin. I think it's a hymn. I'm a poor sin. I am nothing at all. But Jesus Christ is my All in all. It was with this very sentence on my lips, a sentence taken up and reproduced at the memorial service held the following week, that a cold numbness came creeping over me and a great difficulty in breathing followed. My friends were alarmed and I read their apprehension in their faces. Some fell on their knees as he was struggling to breathe, others broke out in prayer whilst others wept. And my dear ones moistened my lips and kissed my brow and spooked their last and lingering farewells in my ears. What a vision. Yeah, describe in the Timpa. Meanwhile, a strange faintness seized me, destroying my consciousness. My next sensation was altogether beyond description. It was a thrill of a new and celestial existence. I was in heaven after the first feeling of surprise occasioned by this sudden translation, after the first feeling of surprise had subsided. You know, when you die, I've heard a number of people say you are surprised. So after the first feeling of surprise had subsided, I looked around me and took in the situation. It was delightful beyond anything on earth. And yet some of the more beautiful sounds and feelings and scenes of the world I had just left appeared to be reproduced in my new experience in an enchanting fashion. Still, I am constrained to say, no human eye has ever beheld such beauty. No earthly ear has ever heard such music. No human heart ever experienced such ecstasy as it was my privilege to see and hear and feel during my first hours that I've experienced in heaven. Above me was the loveliest of blue skies. Around me was an atmosphere so bow me that it made my whole spiritual physical frame vibrate with pleasure. By the Bank of roses on which I found myself reposing, there flowed the clearest and purest of rivers, which seemed to dance with delight to the memorings of its own waters. The trees that grew on its banks were covered with the greenest foliage and laden with the most delicious fruits, sweet to my taste beyond all earthly sweetness. By lifting my hand, I could pluck and eat the fruit to my heart, delight in every direction above and around. The air was not only laden with the richest of odors yielded by the loveliest of flowers, but also rendered vocals with sweetest sounds and filled with fairest forms. Rothing above me were beautiful beings. I felt by instinct that they were angels. I thought they were, they must be, angels and archangels, seraph and seraphim, cherub and cherubim, together with the blood washed and perfected Saints who had come from the world below, sometimes far away and sometimes drawing near. The blue sky appeared at times to be full of white winged, happy, worshipping, joyous beings, while the country, apparently of limitless extent, seemed to be filled with a blissful ecstasy that could only be realized by being experienced. My sensations perhaps be imagined. I said. I was followed up with a sort of rapturous intoxication which was immensely enhanced by the blessed consciousness that I was securely landed in heaven, that I was safe and I should suffer no more. Far from a world of grief and sin, with God eternally shutting that, strange to say, a new set of feelings began to creep over me. I felt somewhat solitary and not a little sad or sad, very sad, a new set of even in the midst of this infinitude of Felicity. For up after this moment I was alone. Up to this moment I was alone. Not one of the happy beings who were soaring and singing in the bright either above me, or who were hastening hit her and thither, each intent upon the performance of some high mission, had yet approached me or spoken to me. None of the, none of the the people in the system had approached him to talk to him since he had arrived into heaven. Remember, he was breathing, he died, and then he suddenly transitioned, and then he was in heaven. But when he arrived, still up to this point, no one has talked to him. I was alone in heaven. And then, in a still further and yet more mysterious way, I felt in myself a sort of unfickness for the Society of these pure beings who were sailing around me in such indescribable loveliness. And yet, how could this be? Had I come here uninvited or by mistake? Was was I not counted worthy of being a partaker of this glorious inheritance? Oh, I was bewildered. It was indeed a mystery. So my thoughts went back to EFF. As though by an angel's hand, the history of my past life was unrolled before my eyes. What a record it was. At first glance, it seemed I seemed to be able to take in the substance and meaning of my entire ethnic career, becoming at the same time strangely conscious of a marvelous quickening of my intellectual powers. Realizing that in a moment I could take in what would have required a day to understand with my poor darkened faculties when I was on earth. With my quickened mind, I saw to my delight that at the very first glance, this register of my earthly existence, this supernatural biography, contained no record of any of my misdeeds. Before my convention. He was given a sudden rewinding of his whole life, and to his, to his relief, all the sins that he had committed before his conversion were deleted. None of them was brought up. Yeah, indeed, that part of my life appeared to be a blank. Neither was there any mention to my utmost satisfaction of the sins I have committed since that time. It was as though some friendly hand had gone through the role and with kindly labor blotted out the record of all my evil doings of my human life. Now this was very gratifying. I felt like shouting Hallelujah over and over again. In fact, I made some attempt to do so. And I might have, for I was not delivered. And well I might, for was I not delivered? Through the mercy of Jesus Christ, I was. I was delivered from the pain of having these things eternally staring at me in the face of this beautiful Holy Land. Wow. Nevertheless, a second glance at my biography appalled me for a while. The evil things I had done were omitted. It revealed that the kind of life required for me by the light I had enjoyed. It revealed the kind of life required for me by the light I had enjoyed and the opportunities which I had been favored. The Revelation movement, deeper for it, described in detail the objects that had influenced me during my ethnic career, except for the purpose for which my thoughts and feelings and activities had been mainly spent and brought forth. The ends for which I had employed my time, my money, my influence, and all the other talents and gifts which God had entrusted me to use for His glory and the salvation of men. Every chapter of this rule carried back my thoughts to the condition of the world I had left, and while I mused on it, that came up before my eyes. Such a graphic picture of its hatred of God and its rejection of Christ, its terrible wickedness with all wretchedness, destitution and abominations blowing out of this state, has appalled me. I don't think you've got that part. You see, a second glance at my biography, while it eliminated my evil, it revealed the kind of life required by me, for me, based on the light that has been given to me. You see, as you sit here, there's a certain amount of light that is being given to you. Yes, a certain amount of revelation and opportunity that is being given to you, but rather your thoughts and feelings have been spent in your money on some other purpose. Do you understand, other than the glory and the salvation of men? And so deep in it was revealed that the reality is a rejection of God and and wickedness and it's an abomination. It's terrible wickedness. As this part of my vision passed before my wandering eyes, there came into my ears a hurricane of cursing and blaspheming, and such wild wails of anguish and war. It was a terrible recollection. I had often seen these signs that I had hidden myself from the suffering of men. They blinded and stupefied me, for now they appeared to indicate a condition a million times blacker and violer and more wretched and piteous. All right. I felt like putting my hands before my eyes and my fingers to shut this hideous apparition out of my sight and hearing. All right, they rung with my soul sorrow and self reproach. But alongside these horrid recollections, the role of memory at which I had just glance showed me how I had occupied myself during a few years I had been allowed to live amidst the midst of all these miseries. After Jesus Christ had called me to be a soldier, I was reminded how instead of fighting his battles and saving souls and bringing them to His feet and so preparing them for admission to this lovely place, I had been intent on earthly things, selfishly seeking my own carnal interest and worrying about my own personal cares and anxieties, and spending my life in practical unbelief, disloyalty and disobedience to all my most sacred obligations. I must say again, I felt horror stricken. If only at that moment I could have crept out of that land of heaven about which I had sunk so much in the past and gone back to the World of Darkness and sin that I had just lived, that I might spend another time lifetime fighting for my Lord, combating these evils and striving to save the sufferers of poverty through the cross. But I could not be. I was a fixture. I was in heaven. Heaven must be my be my abode forever. So I was filled with unutterable regret. Then another thought came. Would it be possible for me to gain a permission to go back to the world, to that very part of it from where I had come clothed in some human form, to live my life over again and live it in a manner worthy of my profession, my Christ, my opportunity? Could this be at that moment? As if an answer in the affirmative had been brought to me, I would have willingly forfeited my heavenly blessedness, and I would have gladly undergone ages of hardship, ignominy, poverty, and pain, and I would have given a million of money, nay a world, had it been mine to give. But I could see no such group of a second provision. I have not been musing much for this, for faults appeared to flow with remarkable rapidity when one of the bright inhabitants that was above came down and stood in front of me. I can never forget the feelings which this apparition inspired in me. He was noble at the same time, human, and yet angelic ethically, and yet celestial. I descend at a gland that he was one of the blood washed multitude who had come out of the great tribulations of air. I will not only judge from his majestic appearance but also from an inward instinct that the being before me was a man, a redeemed and glorified man. He looked at me. I could not help but return his gaze. In fact his eyes compelled me and in doing so I confessed to being ravished with his beauty. I could never have believed that the human face divine could have been made to wear such a grand stamp of dignity and charm, but far beyond that loveliness was an expression all right. I do not know how I appeared to my beautiful visitor. I don't know what form I bore, for I have not yet beheld myself in the mirror since I came to heaven. Nevertheless, I had an interest for him, a deep interest, an interest that seemed of a startling nature, for his features appeared to grow sorrowful as he stood looking at me. I stood there with my eyes fixed on him. He spoke first. Had he not done so, I would never have had enough courage to ask him anything. His voice was soft and musical. I understood him almost before I heard his words. Although I cannot tell what language he used, I suppose it must be a universal language of heaven. He informed me that my my death was known throughout a certain district of heaven. Like since he died, there's a certain region in heaven which have been informed where we gather the ransom spirits who came from the particular neighborhood which I used to stay which you formally resided. The tidings of your arrival have been flashed through the heavenly telephone of that particular district, and my name had been whispered on every hillside and echoed in every valley, and had been briefed from tree and flower, and had sounded forth as the tent of every Golden St. It had been articulated in every room, every mansion proclaimed from every tower of from every tower and pinnacle of the stupendous temple. All who have known me on earth and all who have knowledge of my family, my opportunities for helping on the Kingdom of Christ, whom the Wesleyman were burning to see me and to hear me tell of the victories I had won and the souls I had blessed when on earth. You see in this vision, when he got to, he realized that news had spread that he had arrived and all the people who knew him were happy to hear that he had come. And now they all wanted to see him, to hear of the good news of the victories that he has won since he had. He was on end. They left him on end. That's what they will be asking you one day, Charlie. How? How was it, Charlie? What did you bring? As all this was poured into my soul by my visitor, I knew not which way to look. Again and again I remembered my life of ease and comfort. What could I say? How could I appear with the record of my life before these waiting spirits? What was there in it better than a long drawn story of self gratification? I had no matter experience to recount. I had sacrificed nothing for his dear sake worth naming on earth, much less being worthy of being published in heaven. My mind was running in this direction. When I think my visitor must have discerned what I was thinking about. He felt some pity. I realized that the guy felt some pity for me and he spoke again. He said, By the way, where you find yourself is not actually heaven, mercy forever. You think God is a fool there, but only one of its four courts. Very soon the Lord Himself, with the procession of His chosen ones, will come to take you into the city itself, where you will recite if He deems you wealthy, that is, if your service on the battlefield below has pleased him. Have you never read where the Bible says and they will be in the outer nightlance. It gave you 5 talents, 2 talents one side. You didn't use anything, you didn't do anything from outside. Meanwhile the guy was telling him meanwhile, and we just informed you that by the way, this is not heaven, this is the outside. They will be coming by soon, but meanwhile I have obtained permission to come and speak to you concerning a setting soul who I understand lives near your house and in whom I feel a deep interest. This guy was just to say that the reason why I'm coming. I got permission to come and speak to you because I hear you stay there. One of somebody, a setting soul that I have a great interest in. A sheep. He said, As for us in heaven, our knowledge of your transactions on earth is for our owns is very limited, but now and then we are permitted to get a glimpse of what is happening. He said, by the way, can you please? And he looked at me with unspeakable longing. Can you tell me anything about my son? He was my only son. I love him dearly. I love him too much. I spoiled him when he was a child. He had his own way. He grew up willful, disobedient. My example did not help him. And here a cloud for a moment settled on that beautiful brow. He was the guy was thinking. I myself, through the instrumentality of the church was rescued from a life of sin and shame, washed, regenerated and thought to fight for souls. And I had the privilege of winning many to the cross after an accident suddenly overtook me whilst I was at work. And as suddenly I was swung into heaven. And he added, where is my boy? Please give me some tidings about my boy. He lived near you. I believe he had built business dealings with you. Is he saved? What did you do for him? Is there any hope? Tell me what his feelings to my Lord were when you last spoke to him. He stopped speaking. My heart sank within. What could I say? I knew the boy, The story of the father's death and his prodigal son had been told to me, but I had never even addressed 1 simplest word to him about how is the soul of Jesus. I've been busy with others since. Now what could I tell his father? He as he stood there before me, I was damp. A dark shadow came on his face. He must have guessed that I have done nothing. He looked at me, at the glass that expressed the disappointment to himself and the pity for me he felt. Then he turned for me, and suddenly spreading his white wings, he swore out of my sight. I was so intently gazing on the receiving form of my visitor that I failed to notice a second guy had now come to replace this guy. And I tend to look at the newcomer. People have heard that you've landed, and they're all coming with requests. Tell him, what about this guy? What about this guy? My stand, This boy, He stays near you. I hear it was on your Rd. I hear it's in the same hostel. I hear it's your roommate. You had dealings with him. I turn and I look upon the newcomer. It was a spirit of the same order, belonging to this multitude that were once dwellers on earth. He had the same dignity, the same marvelous expression, and in this case, these cases were combined with a beauty of a far more delicate and enthralling mold. Divinely fair. As my first visitor more beautiful, this one seemed to be more of a glorified woman. She introduced herself after the same fashion of my previous interrogator. She, too, had come from the same neighborhood where I live so long. She told me her name. I had heard it before. She was a widow who had struggled with great difficulties. Her husband's death had been her life converted at his grave. She had given herself up unreservedly to fight for the Lord, and her children had been her first care. They had all been converted and entered the battlefield for the Lord, except one. The unsafe 1 was a girl who had been her mother's delight. She had grown up lovely, beautiful, the village pride, but she had gone astray. The mention of that name brought a similar sadness to her face when she mentioned her daughter's name. As I listened to the story as it came from this mother's heart, I heard something of the painful incident went on earth, but I turned my ear away from it because I thought it was no concern of mine. Little did I think I will ever be confronted with it in heaven. And now the bright spirit turned on the beautiful eyes, and she spoke again. My daughter lived near you. You know her. What have you done for her? Have you saved my child? At this point I must have cried out in agony. I know I put my hand before my eyes because I could no longer look at look at her. How long she continued to look upon with her powerful, piercing, pitying eyes, I know not. But when I withdrew my hand, she was gone, and I gasped. Oh my God, is this heaven? Will these interrogations go on forever? Will the meanness and selfishness of my past life, with all their sad consequences from which I had hoped forever to get away in this country, haunt me every day? What shall I do? Can I not go back to earth and do something to redeem myself from this wretched sense of unworthiness? Would it be possible to live my life again? This question I had hardly passed to my mind when another person came and landed in front of me. His introduction. Introduction was the same. He had joined the church much forgiven. He was a great Sinner and he loved much. All he desired went on earth was to get free from the entanglements of business and devote himself to the ministry, to the work of saving men. When just about to realize his wish to be in the ministry, he was just about to enter the ministry. He had been sent for to come to heaven, and here he was, a spirit of glory, coming to inquire for me. He never entered the ministry. Just as he was about to, he was called up. Then he asked, Do you know my old guys? Their hall was close by my House of business. Had I helped them to struggle with their difficulties? Had I done anything for his own mates who were cursing and drinking and fighting their way to hell? Did I do anything to stop them on their way to ruin? To all this searching appeal, what could I say? I knew the guys. I've never given them a word of encouragement. I knew where they spend, the places they spend their salons, where they spend their money. Had been too busy or too proud or too shamefaced to seek them out with the tidings of the Saviour's lab. Again, I was speechless. He just my feelings, I suppose, compassionated me and left in sadness, for I myself was in anguish, strange as it may be, considering that I was in heaven, all that part, he said. Then suddenly I saw a marvelous phenomenon on the distant horizon. Hey. All that part of heaven appeared to be filled with a brilliant light surpassing the blaze of 1000 Suns at noonday. There was a brilliance that can only be imagined. I could hear the sound. It was music and other people. Atmosphere was clear. Gradually the hosts drew near and at length I was able to comprehend a marvelous side. But who could describe it? Here was the aristocracy of heaven accompanying its king, as my first visitor had informed me was coming to welcome me into heaven of heavens. Those who had fought a good fight, Those who had fought a good fight, Those who had fought a good fight and had kept the faith, who had overcome in the conflict as he had overcome. I stood transfixed. Would it be possible? Was I at last going to see my Lord? Ha. In the thought of this rapture I forgot my sorrow. Now the procession was upon me. Rank after rank passed by me. Each turning spirit turned his eye to look upon me, and to everyone I could not help feeling that I was an object of pity. Perhaps it was my own feelings, but it appeared to It appeared to me that these those noble beings regarded me as a cowardly, craving soul, who had only cared for my own interests on earth, and had been induced to come up here from selfish motives. Thousands passed by me. Suddenly the procession halted, and at the web of command an instant formation, Three sides of a square in front of me, and the king stood in the center, immediately opposite to the spot where I was standing. And I prostrated myself. What a sign that was. Rank after rank, Nearest to the king were the patriarchs, apostles, and going on Shabba ya balaba Sadan this next to this where this rank after rank came holy martyrs who had died for him. Then followed the army of warriors who had fought for Him in every part of the world, while around and about, above and below, when myriads and myriads of spirits redeem from the earth, who, although never heard of outside their own neighborhood, had worked for God with undying zeal. Then settling this gorgeous scene was an innumerable selection of angels. All at once I recollected myself in the high Presence before whom I was bowed. Lifting up my eyes, I beheld Him gazing upon me. What a look that was. This is the This is the end of the vision. Listen, he said, It was not pain, it was not pleasure. When the Lord looked at him, he said, What a look. It was not pain, it was not pleasure, it was not anger, and yet it was not approval. And I felt in that countenance that there was yet no welcome for me. I had read it in the faces of my previous visitors. Then the Lord spoke. You will find yourself little in harmony with those who were once the companions of my tribulation, you understand. You will not find harmony like the people here are not your type, not find much harmony in this company, this group here who counted not their lives dear unto them, in order that they might bring to me honor and salvation of men. And as he spoke, he waved his hand and gave a look of loving admiration at his apostles, martyrs, and warriors gathered all around him. Oh, that look of Jesus. I felt it would be worth dying 100 deaths at the stake, or to be torn asunder to gain one such loving recognition which he was giving to his apostles and ranks all around him. Then the King turned his eyes on me again. How I wish that some mountain would fall on me and hide me forever, but I wished in vain. Some invisible and irresistible force compelled me to look up, and his eyes met my eyes once more, and I felt rather than heard him say to me in words that engraved themselves in limping fire on my excited brain. Go back to earth. You shall have another opportunity if you prove yourself worthy of my name and show to the world that you possess my spirit by doing my work and making yourself a savior of men. You shall return here, and I will give you a place in my conquering train and a share in my everlasting glory. Hallelujah. Amen. It's a fantastic. You see, Christianity is not about being a goody, goody person. I haven't done this before. I haven't done, I don't do this. I occasionally give this, I'm moral, whatever. That's not the kind of Christianity that we are talking about here. You see, Jesus said, if you notice most of the stories of Jesus Christ and the parables were about a man going on a long journey and giving everybody something to do. And out of the three, right, you find out that the one who had a little talent said no, he cannot do much and he hates his talent and did nothing. Look, if you have committed certain sins before or you haven't committed certain sins before, right, you are almost all going to be the same. I mean, you may not want to accept that, and maybe you are going to do certain things. And it's like this guy who hasn't done all those things seem to be the same as me. But those are the laws of God. By the blood of Jesus, you are cleansed. And what what is going to determine a lot of things is what did you do with with the opportunity. You see, the Bible says that we are saved. He has made us his workmanship created in Christ Jesus and to good works. There is work supposed to be done by you, you see, and not by somebody you say by me, you see. A pastor is supposed to work in, in the book of Leviticus from the age of 25 to 50. So if you go by that, I've already finished my ministry or I'll be finishing this year. That's true if you go by that, because the most fruitful years of your life or a certain type of fruitfulness can come in this time where you have energy, strength. There are lots of things. You will not like them later. Now you like them. This is the time that God wants you to do something for Him and to win souls. Amen. So don't think of me at all. Bishop is doing this. I'm not doing anything you are supposed to do You go. Everybody is supposed to work for the Lord. All right, thank God for singing. Thank God for dancing. Thank God for clapping. Thank for all, all the things. At the end of the day, the work of God is preaching, teaching, healing, leading people to God, teaching them the Word. That's the work of God. It's nice that you are a singer. It's nice that you are a dancer, but you must be a preacher. You must, you must be a worker. Thus, singing and dancing can help us to present the gospel, but it is not the gospel. So Ida may sing and give a good atmosphere, help me to preach, but she's not the one preaching and she's not preaching. So a lot of things you are doing are great, but God wants you to do something. And you'll be surprised you see this vision like this. It will happen exactly. You want apple. This is Apple. This is a clear apple. Somebody dies. And even the way he described the death, it's very detailed. Yeah. How people were around, People were praying. People were surprised. People were surprised by the announcement. They told. Tell the guy that this is it. When he was told he wasn't afraid, he didn't know whether it was because of the sickness or whether he couldn't even think and be anxious about it. That's all. Does he know? No, Christ. But upon arrival, when he landed, he saw that nobody was coming to say hello. No. Well, no. Has he done something wrong? So, brothers and sisters, you know, these visions are are not only somebody's vision, it's a vision for you God. God is calling You see the other vision I shared with you. The guy was in the palace. The man came to sit there talking. Very good. Talking to him. Sally, you have to do something. It's true you have to work for the Lord. So if you don't get anything, get that knowledge that people will be safe from you. After all, if you look, there are many of you. I've never spoken to you before, not even Hello. How did you get saved? How did you come here? How are you around somebody spoke to somebody and that speak to somebody. So when you are a quiet Christian just hoping to be, you know, around to get married, to have their beloved, God is not denying you of those things, but you must work for him. You must work for the Lord. Is there something like that about workable? What's wrong with that? No. OK, you must. I work for the Lord all day long. It's a dance. Yeah. Amen. Listen preaching exhortation is what? Mini sermons, short preachings powerful out of the pulpit short sermons power part 5 minutes Impartations of encouragement and direction. Revelations. Tongues, words spoken. Hallelujah. Are you listening to me? Yeah. Sally, you are the army. Oh, I say you are the army. You must fight the good fight and do his will. It's your turn. Oh, it's your turn to work. It's your turn to fight. And you see, I like, I like, I like the way the vision is. I'm sorry. This vision is, I mean, maybe a couple of 100 years old and you see the same thing, people occupying themselves. It's like, but I'm a good person. I, I'm, I'm one of the financing of the church. Is it? I give occasionally for missionaries to go to places, isn't it huh. I am a Sunday school teacher. I I visit the state, but not so much, I mean, like a couple of good. But what he was saying, his main preoccupation was with himself and his life. I tell you, I am glad I sent the Lord and I'm glad that I, I chose to be a preacher and I chose to have my little church and to stay with that little church. It has grown. Some of you are going to have big churches. Yeah. Some of you are going to be powerful missionaries. Yeah, I don't want to see you one day working in a bank and you. You say that. Oh, you know, Bishop, you know, things are different now. I'm now married to the minister of information. So, you know, because of politics. And so we have to be going for so many functions in the evening and so on. But sometimes I'm able to go to church. Oh, Bishop, Bishop, Bishop, Bishop, your mouth. Hey doctors, your time is running out. Oh, as you are hanging around finishing you see in the vision he had a businessman who wanted to go into the. The guy was just about to enter a mission that he was caught. He was sent for to come to head. Come, come, come. I need you for discussion now. I don't know why people are confident of living for a long time. If you've been around there, you'll know that death, if he come not do more's death. His one has made canyons sort of rise up to that thinking. But I've known this for a long time. I recently was in America and I met a certain lady. She was 49 years old. She's 49 years old. She told me, look, her, her husband was a pastor. He used to drive me around, very tall pastor. He used to drive me when I went to preaching that church. She said, look, we went for convention. He said every our annual program. We came, we were tired. We all lay down in bed. She said around 12:00 in the night. My husband said 40. She was mentioned at age 4849. We were in bed, we were all tired so we slept. Then she said around 12 I heard my husband breathing and I said I thought he was snoring. So I was pushing and so stop snoring, stop just. And I realized that at a point she realized that the breathing is different. It's not a normal snoring that she's fighting. Then she then realized that he was struggling to breathe. She called for there and you know a friend is saying 911 after she called them and she started pumping, planning the business when they came here. Your husband is dead after church, not a word, just went to bed never got up again. His heart stopped healthy that exercise. He was a basketball player before that was a pastor. He was the main pastor in the church. Death is something that can fasten the time on. I need you today and we are going today. Who is it that can say in that hour. So this kind of long term plans. One of the guys said it. I thought that I will live forever. It's amazing, you know, 200 years ago, this is how people feel the same, filled with ourselves and our own lives. Do you understand? So be motivated by great wisdom. God will allow you to live as long as you are useful to him. Yeah, God will allow you to live. And God wants to use you. I can preach, but a lot of people will not listen to me. All of us have to preach. For all the towns in West Africa can be inhabited by somebody here who still is. I must think I will build a church with small, small children. All of them will go in. The church will be big again. Yeah. My mother showed me a video of Swiss missionaries who came to Qatar. You know, the water region, those from the South. I think they see themselves as superior to those from the north, Qatar. And all those people, I think they see their higher. I don't know. Is it true? Yeah. Why? Is it because the missionaries came there? The white people live there. Yeah. But anyway, Swiss missionaries went there without speaking in town. They came to stay where they do the juju Vera one, without any prayers in tongues or anything. They were able to stay there. They built a church there. And that's why there are a lot of Christians in the Balta region. From all those, all those, they came there. What could they do much. But they did something. You see, when somebody goes, go yourself. I like that word. Go yourself, go yourself. You think I'll ever stop saying go? I'll say go because although I say go, you think that everybody will go. But after if I was says, when Herod saw that he was mocked, they didn't say anything of you, but they just passed to the side. A lot of people mock me. I'll discuss. Let's work for law, let's do this. They don't say a word, they just prefer to say they pass somewhere. That's why Herod, that was it. When Herod saw that he was mocked, he grew up because it is you, you, you, you, you mock the person. You just quietly slide to the side. True or not true. So God wants you to rise up and fight the good fight. And God is going to bless you. Do you have a song about fighting the good fight? Why don't you sing it for us? Clap for this wonderful vision. The. Here we stand that they bore in the dark never before. We fight again to the world that He will win. Here we stand fighting for the Lord. We will fight and go. We fight, stay in the will of the Lord, so be strong in the Lord, in the power of his mind. Good on the old Lamb, more of God die. Ye may be here most pan you're good on with you and take on the shield of faith. Oh, and give us all on the Spirit. We will all come, so will you help us lay here we stand standing for the Lord. Never go in time, yet the world let me away. War here we stand and fight me for the Lord. We will find a Lord Light. Stay in the will of the Lord, for we rest a flesh and blood. What against friends and pavity Woe and the power of this world cast in time ever be evil? For that is old itself. Like His word from so here we stand, here we stand with that thing standing on the door. Never go. We might get to the world and we will win. Here we live, we hope, and we're fighting over the Lord. We won't fight the Lord right. Stay over the Lord, I've got to fight for. Go and fight back. I've got to fight for what is right. I'm going to fight the little me. Fight the goodbye in Jesus name. We will fight the Lord of the fight. Stay in the will of the Lord. Here we fight here we the land. We're fighting, fighting for the Lord. We will find a Lord of the night. There is the will of the Lord. We will fight the Lord. Fight. Just stay in the will of the Lord. None. From the start, you have a place in my place I don't want else to feel. But. Then get the Spirit from working on me. I. Couldn't look alike honestly until the. Day when? My wheel gave away the truth I have found in you. I never knew how good it could be to stand in your presence totally free. I'm forgiving now. I have a reason for Jesus keys giving, giving, giving to my heart over the floor. Forgiven. Now I have a reason for living Jesus keys giving and given giving to my heart over the floor. Now I can. See me the person was free even when I sit there and fall. You are the God Forgives and forgives now. I want to get to my own. I'm forgiving now. I have a reason for living Jesus. Keep giving and giving heart giving till my heart oh oh oh I'm forgiven now I have a reason for living Jesus keys giving and give up. Give until my heart will. Go. You see this love that you've given to me, You've been running into the head of my boat and now you've given me a friend. You start. I'm forgiven. I'm forgiven now I have a reason for living. Jesus keeps giving and giving. Keep it till my heart. Will blow some more. Unforgiven and now I have a reason for living. Jesus keeps giving and given. Keep it till my heart will blow. None.