I saw the Lord sitting on
a large white throne. A long long line of people were gathered before Him. I was bewildered by the fact
that all of these people had no face. Where their face should have
been, there was just a blank.
Each time a person came
before the Lord, He would open up a book and read out of it all the things
this person had done. Everything was recorded; and the Lord read the whole
book from beginning to end. Every person in this particular line was being
judged, and condemned to Hell. Each time the Lord would tell each person
they were
condemned, the person would begin to scream, and cry, and beg the Lord for
just one more chance. The Lord had tears rolling down His own cheeks, but
would shake His head, telling each person they had had plenty of
opportunities to repent and live for Him. This went on for quite some
time.
Finally, the Lord looked
over at me, and asked me, "Why aren't you doing
anything?" I was confused. "What would you have me to do,
Lord?" I replied. "Pray," the
Lord replied. So, I began to pray, but not fervently. After a
short time of this, the Lord turned to me with concern and said, "Look
at these people. Really look at them." As I did so, their
faces came into focus. They became people I knew vaguely. They were
acquaintances. I began to pray a bit more fervently for them. After a time,
the Lord turned to me again with stronger sternness, and said, "Look
at these people once again." Now the people became friends.
"You
must pray harder, " the Lord admonished me. I began to pray a
bit harder. But still, the long line of people would come before the
Lord, He would read them their life's story from their own personal book,
and then be condemned.
Once again the Lord turned
to me, this time in anger. He was still weeping over the souls who were
being condemned. "Do you really understand and comprehend what is happening
here?" the Lord asked me. "Behold !!" Then, a hole opened up behind the long
line of people. I glanced towards the hole. There was an awful darkness
coming from it. I heard screams, and shouts, and wails, and moans coming
from the hole. "Go and look," the
Lord commanded me. I didn't want to. I was scared, but it was as if a hand
were at my back forcing me to the edge of this black hole.
When
I reached
the edge of this black hole, I glanced down in it. Then, I drew back
in
terror and horror. I could see down the black hole. It appeared to be
a
long, descending tunnel. I could see a seething, roiling mass of
people at
the bottom of this hole. They were so crowded together they appeared
to have
no space between them at all. There were flames, and a red orange glow
coming from the bottom of this black hole. I smelled sulfur. I saw
fire and flames. I felt the intense heat of the fire. I saw maggots
crawling all over the bodies of the people at the bottom of the black
hole. The people were on fire, yet were not being consumed by the
fire. But, they
were screaming out in agony and pain from the fire. They were looking
up
towards the opening of the black hole. Their hands and arms were
raised
upwards. They were shifting and moving restlessly like huge waves.
And they
were screaming. Screaming for deliverance, for mercy. But there was
no
mercy. There was no deliverance
I drew back from the edge
of the black hole in terror and horror and despair. I turned back towards
the Lord sitting on His throne. He was still reading from the books. Now I
saw a large, endless stack of books piled next to His throne. And I knew
that every one of the people who those books were written about, were going
to be condemned. I looked at the long, endless line of people gathered
before the Lord, waiting to be judged. Now, I saw every face clearly. They
were my friends, my family, my relatives. And they were being condemned. And
I saw them being cast into the black hole, and I heard them as they screamed
as they fell down the long tunnel.
The Lord turned to me, with tears
streaming down His cheeks, and said, "Now pray."
I began to weep and scream out to God to have mercy on these people. As each
person was condemned, I ran to the edge of the black hole and tried to pull
them back out of the black hole. I would grab their hands and arms, and try
to hold onto them. But they would slip from my grasp. I was beside myself,
trying desperately to keep these people I loved from going down the black
hole. I reached out and grasped onto the Lord, then reached down with my
other arm into the black hole to try and grab people out of the black hole.
"Let go," the Lord told me.
"If
I let go of you, I'll go into the hole myself," I protested.
"Let
go," the Lord said again. I let go. It was as if unseen hands
were holding onto me. I laid down next to the edge of the black hole,
reached down inside of it, trying to grab hold of and grasp onto the people
who were falling down into the black hole. I felt like I myself was being
burned from the fire and the flames. At times, I felt as if "claws" reached
out from the black hole and struck at me. I felt burns on my arms, and saw
scratches appear on my arms.
I was weeping, and calling out to God for the
deliverance of these, my loved ones. I was begging God to have mercy on my
loved ones, and to not condemn them to the black hole. "It's
easier to pray for the lost when they are your own loved ones,"
the Lord said to me. "Remember, all the lost are
My loved ones. I want My children to begin to pray for these, My lost
children, as you are praying for them now. I would raise up a generation of
intercessors to stand in the gap for My lost children. These intercessors
will feel the heat of the battle, and be burned by it. The forces of hell
will come against them, and attack them. Yet, I will be with them, and will
hold onto them. Now will you pray?"
