Dying May be Hard

October 24th, 2016

Death Itself is Easy

I had a very disturbing dream last night.

I was in my grandparents’ living room, and my late mother was there. She had very long hair; it reached to the middle of her back. In real life, she never wore her hair long. In the dream she wore loose-fitting jeans and a work shirt. She never dressed like that when she was alive. She didn’t own any clothes that weren’t feminine. I’m pretty sure I never saw her in jeans.

There was a dish of pesticide granules in front of me.

Suddenly, there was a noise. I don’t know if “noise” really captures it. It was as if someone had blown a horn the size of a state. The whole earth resounded. The sound was so low in pitch, it could be felt. Everything was vibrating in resonance.

No one who heard that sound could ignore it or fail to be sobered by it. The sound was a sound impossible to create by human means, and it filled the world. A person who heard that sound could not help but sit bolt upright and know something of very great global significance–something completely unexpected and out of our control–was happening.

The pesticide granules started to rise out of the dish. I covered it with my hands to stop it, but then I started to rise, too. So did my mother. Everything was caught in some sort of vertical current that came up through the ground and flowed upward. Some things rose, and others didn’t.

As we rose toward the ceiling and started to pass through it, I realized this was the Rapture. God was taking us off the earth. Man’s time was up. The Tribulation was about to start.

I had mixed emotions.

On the one hand, I regretted not getting more done on earth. There were things I had expected to do; I had been looking forward to more closure and redemption. I was a little sad I hadn’t succeeded in reaching those goals.

On the other hand, I was filled with relief, and I looked forward to meeting Jesus. The Bible says he will meet us in the air, so I knew our meeting was just seconds away. I was extremely glad my earthly burdens were gone; I realized I would never have to touch any of that stuff again. Bills and other obligations were not my responsibility any more. No one could ever bring them to me again. If this was a problem for the people still on earth, it was not my concern. I was permanently exempt.

I didn’t think about people who were being left behind. It was too sudden, and my thoughts of heaven and leaving the earth were overwhelming.

Overall, I was very, very glad. Nothing works here on earth, and America is no place for Christians. The future here is dim, and we are unwelcome. I was thrilled to put this place behind me. It’s a mess, and until Satan is bound, it will never be anything but a ghetto of failure and pain. You can have it.

When I woke up, I asked God to explain the dream to me, and I got a few things.

My mother represented the body of Christ. She didn’t represent all the people who claim to be Christians. She represented people who are baptized with the Holy Spirit and pray in tongues. Her long hair symbolized a long history of communing with God in the Spirit. The work clothes showed that she was concerned with the things of heaven, not the trappings of earth.

The poison represented the things I say every day to fight evil. I speak defeat to various spirits, people, and things, in order to obstruct Satan’s work. We are supposed to work to preserve the earth and minimize the rot; this is what it means when the Bible says we’re the salt of the earth. It says “salt,” not “sugar.” A lot of what we do here is hostile. After all, it’s a war. It’s the only war that matters.

It makes perfect sense. The Tribulation can’t happen while millions of Christians are here obstructing evil. God doesn’t want us to experience what the ungodly will experience, and he also has an obligation to hear our prayers, so when we pray for him to help the world, we block his wrath. We’ll be here for a lot of persecution, but the full-blown Tribulation won’t be for us. When God took the poison up, he was removing things that stood between the world and Satan’s viciousness. He was releasing the devil.

My impression is that the end is closer than we think. Right now, America is in the process of choosing between a leader who hates everything God stands for and a leader who, though not godly, will be used to provide God’s people with a certain amount of help and protection.

Americans are now too stupid to rule themselves; we love evil, and we hate truth more than ever. We’re so gullible, we can’t see that it’s dumb to invite illegal immigrants who are hostile to our interests. We can’t even see that it’s important to prevent them from voting. We don’t deserve a country. We love pride, anger, greed, and lust. We hate correction. We have reached the point where we will vote for just about anyone Satan puts in front of us.

Choosing the wrong leader will speed up the process of destruction. Under Hillary Clinton, the restraints on persecution will melt in a hurry. We will be marginalized more than ever, like Jews under the Nuremberg laws. The resentment others feel for us will blossom into open hate. That hate will ripen into violence. The government will not care; it belongs to Satan anyway.

If Clinton loses, we’ll get a little space to prepare, but even if Trump wins, we will soon find ourselves living in a country where only hate-filled statists hold major offices. It may take a few years longer for us to reach that situation, but it will happen. The state will own you, and it will dictate your religious beliefs. It will claim everything you have, and it will put filthy, cruel leaders over you. There will be no one for you to turn to on this planet

I keep telling God I am ready to go. The more I pray and submit, the less I like this world.

I read a very disturbing news article yesterday, and it serves to underscore my lack of optimism for America. Some man wrote a letter to a newspaper, complaining about women who wear yoga pants in public. If you’re not familiar with yoga pants, they’re a lot like the trashy tights many women wear. They are like tight, opaque pantyhose. They reveal the shapes of women’s bodies, often including the genitals.

A man complained about seeing things he didn’t want to see, and the result was a parade of offended exhibitionists. His address was uncovered and publicized, and marchers walked by his house. Someone took chalk and put a sign on the street, indicating the location of his house. He received death threats.

This article showed me how strong the enemy’s control over us has become. Our attitude toward exhibitionism is now a lot like the attitude we used to take toward freedom of worship. If you’re against it, you’re not just a person with a point of view; you’re a dangerous threat that needs to be addressed harshly and decisively. We treat evil like good and good like evil. We are too stupid to know the difference.

The hatred Americans feel for good is firmly entrenched, and it’s growing. We’ve turned into Sodom. We are intoxicated with evil.

In case you don’t know the stories about Sodom and Gomorrah, I can provide a little information. The women were obsessed with beauty, and they used drugs to kill their unborn babies so their bodies wouldn’t be affected by pregnancy. Every type of sexual perversion was endorsed. People formed mobs and robbed others, each thief taking an amount too small to justify prosecution. The citizens attacked visitors and then charged them for the service. Judges backed them up, ordering victims to pay for being attacked.

The cities were prosperous, but they enacted laws against helping the poor, because they didn’t want them to move to the area. We also know Sodom had homosexual gangs that assaulted people; one such gang tried to rape two angels.

In Sodom and Gomorrah, up was down and right was wrong. Because the people were too far gone to hear reason or correction, God burned them alive, down to the last baby. There was no point in trying to persuade them. Like today’s leftists, they had become immune to logic. They hated it.

That’s where we are today. We have crossed the threshold into the territory of Sodom. We’re not completely mature as a lost culture, but we are past the point of redemption, so we are no better off than the people God exterminated. Our destination is certain now.

Look for things to get worse in a hurry. We’re not winning, because we’re looking for secular answers. We would rather do anything than turn to God, so we put our hopes in politicians. That just makes things worse. God wants us to look to him for help, and when we refuse, we compound our crimes. We are working hard to accelerate our defeat.

If I have to get out of here tomorrow afternoon, fine. Last night in my dream, I was positive my time was over, and I was happy about it. I’ve had other dreams in which I’ve died; I wasn’t bothered by them. First I felt shock and amazement, and then I felt peace and relief. That’s exactly how it will be when I really leave.

I’m not afraid of death. I’m just afraid of suffering. I suppose that eventually, this place will look so unappealing, a considerable amount of suffering will seem trivial to me and worth the cost.

Your desires can change your priorities in a heartbeat.

I used to think the Rapture was going to be a period of slaughter. Now I doubt that. I think people who are in tune with God will be removed supernaturally, as I was in my dream. Your fate is tailored to you, depending on what’s appropriate. It makes sense to put the rebellious through the Tribulation; they require suffering in order to change. As the Bible says, stripes are for the fool’s back. If you’re more in line with God’s plan, it serves no purpose to torment you.

I used to think God would not remove people supernaturally, because it would prove his existence, and that would go against his requirement that we receive him by faith. Now I understand that I was wrong. People can believe absolutely anything. Facts don’t matter. We are so stupid and corrupt now, we would have no problem concocting a secular explanation for a worldwide disappearing act. If you seriously believe Bruce Jenner is a woman, you can believe the Rapture has a secular explanation.

Now that I think about it, they’ll probably say it proves God exists, and that he hated us. They’ll say he obliterated us because we were obstructing his liberal, licentious agenda.

I wish there was hope for America. It was a wonderful place. As flawed and full of pain as it was, compared to the rest of the earth, it was a haven of prosperity and peace. I hate to see it sink beneath the waves. But I look forward to seeing it redeemed when the Tribulation is over.

I got up today and wrote this before attending to any of my other responsibilities. It was important to me to share what I knew. I don’t know if it will help anyone, but at least the information is out there.

If this is the best we can do, maybe the return on investment is not worth God’s continued patience. Maybe it’s best if God wraps things up fast.

5 Responses to “Dying May be Hard”

  1. Ruth H Says:

    I dreamed of the Rapture once. It was a very long, long time ago, but was so beautiful I can still see it. I saw beautiful green grass beside a small stream. There were trees, I believe they were willows. The air was an ethereal green, not opaque, just like looking through green glasses. It had bright yellowish highlights as if the sun or God was shining through. I will never forget it. I got no messages from it, just the experience of being there within it.

  2. Sharkman Says:

    Thank you very much for writing this. God Bless you, Steve.

  3. Steve H. Says:

    Ruth, I only made it to the attic. Not much to see there.

    Thanks, Sharkman.

  4. Nick Says:

    Steve, remember when we used to joke around and find news stories that we could refer to as “the downfall of western civilization”? Only ten years ago it was a joke. Now the random stories are commonplace. Go figure.

    But back to more fun stuff. The word “conversate” was recently added to the dictionary. A word a drug dealing rapper made up so his lyrics would rhyme is now acceptable. As I said, good times.

  5. Steve B Says:

    Watching race riots on TV, wading through the schlock that is the Hillary campaign, the glorification of the Trans movement, the general moral decline across the board, the marginalization and ostracizing of people who dare cling to those antiquated notions of things like right and wrong…I can’t help but agree with you.