America: The Fast Approach of Judgement Day

WORD FROM THE LORD~18 February 2014

America: The Fast Approach of Judgement Day

Yesterday I had just asked the Lord what was His theme for the day when I heard a thump from upstairs. It was Chris’s feet hitting the floor. Time to get his coffee made and say “Good Morning” to him (Hey, if I can help start his day out right in any way, I will). At that very moment, I was given my answer, “Jeremiah 19“.

Jeremiah 19 did not seem familiar to me at all, so all I could think about was, “Jeremiah 19, Jeremiah 19, I wonder what it’s about?” Like Alli when we’re in the car on the way to her favourite places: Granny and Grandad’s, and the park, who squirms on my lap like a little earthworm (only stronger!), I could barely contain my excitement. It’s always exciting to see what the Lord has in store for me. Each day is a day of discovery, discovery, discovery!

What was I to discover today?

When I made it back to my study corner, the Lord said to me, “Listen to me, Paula. Hear me.”

“I will,” I answered.

“This is important,” He stressed.

“Thus saith the Lord God, on this day I come against you in Judgement. I speak to you in the plainness of words, and in simplicity. You shall know great victory if you follow my ways. You shall know great despair if you don’t. What you sow, you shall reap. Sow righteousness and you will reap reward; sow destruction (sin) and reap despair...”

The words seem to fizzle out like the fizz from the bottle of soda when the lid is left off. I thought,”Oh no,not again! Will this be another hard one?”

I voiced my concerns to the Lord, “Will this never get any easier, Lord?” I recalled when the words used to flow flawlessly onto paper. My pen went so fast it was almost a blur.

“Paula, endure.”

Crushed and weeping I said, “I just don’t understand.”

“You can do this, Paula.”

“I need help, Lord. I can’t do it alone.”

“Paula, you will do it; you will fulfill your ministry.”

“Escape” was a word that came to mind. In the past I’d often looked for the nearest exit when things seemed too hard or painful. Again, an exit sign rose up before me, but I resisted that urge to “take a break”.

“What do you say, Lord? I can’t do it without you. I can’t do it by myself.”

“I’m doing something marvellous here,” He responded. My light is shining upon you. My glory surrounds you. When you are weak, you are strong (2 Cor. 12:10). My power rests upon you(2 Cor. 12:9-10). Stand and endure. I’m doing something marvellous here.

I want you to know this: what I reveal to you is for the world that they may believe that I have sent you. Stay quiet and listen. Hear me, Hear my words. The power of God is here in this place. I am releasing my power full-force. If you listen and hear, you shall be saved. If you do not, you will be destroyed.

Something marvellous is happening here. Something marvellous. My sons and daughters are coming from afar to sit at my feet. Hear me, listen and be saved. Something marvellous is happening before your eyes. I seek to save, not to judge, but the time for salvation is almost up. I am Jesus, Yeshua, the one you persecute. Why do you persecute me?(Acts 26:14) I came to save you [“For the Son of Man is come to save that which is lost.” Mt. 18:11]. I came to enfold you in my arms. I came so that you would not need to be judged. I came to bring you back to the tree of LIFE. I place this tree before you now. I AM that tree.[“I give them eternal Life and they shall never perish” Jn. 10:25] Take of me and live eternally, and eat the fruit of my words. Take of me and know my joy. Take of me and know my love. Your life hangs in a balance. Eternal death hangs above you like the plague. You must turn to me before it’s too late. Return to me, your God of Salvation for I am doing a marvellous thing and all eyes shall see it. All eyes shall see it.”

He had finished for the time being, so I asked, “You still didn’t tell me: why Jeremiah 19?”

“You will understand,” He said.

“I will read it again.”

I took a break and came back. As I read, I looked at verse 6 more closely than before--the valley of Hinnom and Tophet.

Tophet, What was Tophet? Obviously it was a place, and I recognised this valley as the one in which God has reserved for that final showdown between Christ and the devil and his two Antichrists--that thing the whole world is preparing for: the battle of Armeggedon. But that wasn’t it.Tophet was something more. Tophet had to do with the Judgement the Lord was revealing to me. This I knew. But what was it?

There were two reference verses for Tophet: Jeremiah 7:32, and the other in the book of Isaiah. I turned over to 7:32. It confirmed what Jeremiah 15 had to say. But Tophet was momentarily forgotten as my eyes were drawn from the 32nd verse, up, up, up to the 8th verse of Jeremiah 7,
Jeremiah 7:8-11~
“But look you are trusting in deceptive words [lies] that are worthless. Will you steal and murder, commit adultery and perjury, burn incense to Baal, and other gods you have not known, then come and stand before me in this house, which bears my name, and say “We are safe [forgiven]--safe to do [or condone] all these detestible things?”...

As much as the message of this passage twisted and tugged at my heart, the 16th verse really pulled it in two. When I saw it’s words, I could hardly believe my eyes. So God had said this in His Word? I shouldn’t have been surprised, but I was. I sat in shock going over and over this key verse. Finally, I read it aloud,

Jeremiah 7:16~
“So do not pray for this people nor offer any plea or petition for them; do not plead with me, for I will not listen to you...Do you not see what they are doing?”

God had spoken these words to Jeremiah, and He had spoken the same to me on 18 January 2014, almost one month earlier. I now reveal to you the words that He spoke to me that morning.

I had gotten before Him as I usually do for our early A.M. study. “Lord God”, I asked, “is there a theme today?”

“Yes. Persevere. Endure. Trust.”

Meanwhile, I’d also been praying that He will reveal His secrets to me ( Jeremiah 33:3). I often pray it throughout the day.

I didn’t write down the very beginning part of our conversation, but He revealed to me that someone’s sins had come up before Him. (Remember how I mentioned this in **, and I said I would disclose who it was?) Well, the rest of my talk with Jesus went like this:

“Are they dying?”

“Yes. Their sin is coming up before me in full measure. You’ve done all you could.”

“Is this someone I’ve witnessed to a lot?”, I asked.

The Lord said, “Yes, they wouldn’t listen. It won’t do you any good to pray. Their sin is up before me.”

He waited and said, “You will know great sorrow.”

Then the Lord said once more, “Trust me, Paula. Just trust me. Don’t sorrow over them. It won’t do them any good. You can’t choose for another no matter how much you would like to. They’ve made their choice.”

He allowed me to absorb all He had said. Then, He spoke again, “Now, I’ve revealed my secret unto you.”

He then picked up the conversation thread once more, “Pray for others instead. Yet, don’t close off from the sorrow.”

Another pause that was almost like a deep sigh, “You’ll have a hard day...It’s going to be a long night.”

He was right about it being a hard day. Thoughts tumbled through my heart like tumbleweeds crossing the road. Who had I witnessed to a lot? It must be one I truly love or I wouldn’t be overcome with sorrow. But who? Who was it?

I pressed the Lord to tell me, but for the time being, He remained silent. In my little finite mind there was a list of persons coming up before me, and I was looking closely at each person thinking, “Is he the one? Or is he the one?”
By night time, a thought struck me right between the eyes, “Thump!” I thought I had it. I thought I understood exactly whose sins had come up before me. In the future will somebody please remind me not to let my head do the thinking for me? It always conclusion jumps and makes the wrong choice. But, the Lord in His unfailing wisdom knew how I would react. He had predicted it would be a long night, and again, He was right. I didn’t sleep much, but the Lord and I talked at length. Still He did not say to me, “Hey, you’ve pegged the wrong guy.” He knew I had to learn somehow, and He always chooses the best “hows” by which we learn.

Anyway, even though I had pegged the wrong guy, it had a good effect. My heart filled with intense sorrow. And it is in sorrow that we sow. Now, don’t get the wrong idea here. To have sorrow in our hearts doesn’t mean that we walk around with long faces all the time. It never replaces the joy that’s born in our hearts once we make that decision to follow Jesus--the joy no one else can experience, the joy that is, as Paul puts it, “inexpressible and full of glory.” Nor is godly sorrow depression, because the sorrow in me is not sorrow for myself. I’m not hopeless. I’ve been reborn by the power of the living God. It’s sorrow for others. Sorrow for the ones who are without hope in this world, the sick, the dying, the broken, the captives, the ones without Christ Jesus in their lives, and the ones who don’t know him fully. This sorrow is the active ingredient that causes us to serve others as Jesus did--to give Him to others, in big ways, in little ways- to love, to bless, to give, to give, to give; to tell others about Jesus and to pray. To put the other person first.

During the coming weeks, I was beginning to learn how to make that sorrow work in others lives. Yet, I still thought I had the right guy. That is,until last night rolled around.

I took my Bible to bed with me to give Jeremiah another look. I had also had the first verse of an Isaiah passage rattling around in my mind since afternoon. I looked it up, and made an important connection. Suddenly, as I read those words of Jeremiah again, I was struck with the truth: I knew who was going to die. God had shown me in the summer of 2012, but if we refuse to see something, and close up our heart, we will not believe it. We will believe the lie instead. The world calls it “denial”.

Instantly I felt clothed with sorrow. Wait, clothed with sorrow...clothed with sorrow. I looked up at Jesus again, “You are the Man of Sorrows,” I said. And suddenly, I was very tired.

He replied, “Get before me.”

“Paula, there is much I want to share with you now, much I want to reveal.” I heard the sound of a great wind. It was not coming from outside my window. Jesus asked me, “Do you hear that wind? It’s the whirring. The sound will not whirl anymore in the land of woe.”

He spoke again, “Rest.”

I set my Bibles aside and crawled back under the cover. I slept for a short time, and dreamed an unforgettable dream I call “The Sins Of Time.”

In my dream, a friend who had been sick a very, very long time came to see me. When she arrived, I noticed that although she’d come straight from the hospital, she didn’t have an i.v. Then I remembered that the Lord had healed her. We were outdoors. Sand stretched in front of us and all four sides as far as the eye could see. Blowing sand like the Sahara desert during storm. Again, there were babies in the dream, but these babies were different than the ones in the four other baby dreams God has given me: I wasn’t in charge of them. There were, however, babies everywhere. Mothers with babies. But first, my friend and I came to what looked to be an old fashioned filling station, like those ones that dotted America when I was growing up. In these filling stations, attendants would fill our car with gas(petrol), wash the windshield (window screen), and lift up the hood(bonnet) to check the oil and water levels. The open doorway was littered with small purses and billfolds(wallets) partially covered with debris and sand. I bent down and picked one up. but it was cheap and worthless, unsalvagable. Others around it appeared to be in even worse shape although in varying degrees. I soon lost interest, and we moved on.

As we walked along, we searched for a place to rest. Every spot I brushed off revealed baby blankets underneath. In my day, we called these “receiving blankets.” There appeared to be one layer on top of another on top of another on top of another. I could not tell how far down into the sand they went, but they seemed to me to stretch down as far as the sand around us stretched out onto the horizon. And they were all spread out flat like miniature beach blankets, only they were not on top of the sand but underneath it. As we continued walking we saw mothers with their babies. Unconcerned, they were lying their babies down on the discarded blankets. My friend and I observed but we said nothing. Slowly, we just kept moving along.

When I awoke I cried, “Oh Lord, so much sand!”

When they took our rights, we said nothing. When they stole the Truth out of our schools and out of our worship places, and replaced it with lies, we uttered not a sound. In our schools, it’s been said that one woman, an atheist by the name of Madeline O’Hare did it. But she didn’t do it alone. We helped. When they crept in and stole the souls of our children, we ignored them. As they murder our babies, lusting for more and more blood, we have remained silent. The guilt is upon them and us. Yet we remained silent for too long until the empty receiving blankets litter our country, covered over by the many cold, calculating lies. By our silence we’ve condoned the sins of our nation and the great evil that’s overtaken us. We’ve entered the doors of our worship places discarding our sins outside, and meagerly mewing, “If my people who are called by my name will humble themselves, get down on their knees and pray, I will hear their prayers, and heal their land.” But “my people” have refused to hear. We go back out the door to sin anew. Proud and haughty, we go out to condone some more.

About midnight, the Lord spoke these words, “Woe, woe!” I lay there unmoving at first. He spoke again, “Woe, woe, Paula. Woe to the land of the shadowing wings!” Woe means Judgement. I sat up and began to write.

“The distance is run. You’ve come to the length of your days. Your sins have come up before my face. You’ve spilled the blood of innocents. Now your blood is required. Woe to the land of the shadowing wings, the land beyond the rivers, the land of the shining sea. Woe to the land terrible from their beginnings. Judgement Day is here. Your blood is required. Your days have ended. Your days have ended. Your days have ended. Woe to the land of shining seas. Your reign is done. Your blood is required. Time is up. Time is up for the people scattered and peeled, a people terrible from their beginnings. Time is up. Your sins are before my face. You will drink the dregs. You will know the pain. It is turning on you. Woe to the land “America the beautiful”. Your beauty has become a festering sore. The length of your days have ended. time shall be no more.”

I had a real struggle with this one. It would be easier to hide my head, and turn away, but it would be no use. The words of the Lord would eat at me like a cancer, and burn like a fire in my veins. America is the land of my birth. I grew up proud to be an America, beginning each school day facing our flag, and with my hand on my heart, saying “I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United Sates of America...”. So did some of you.

I know what some of you may be thinking, “No, it cannot be happening. America cannot end this way. It is our home.”

Mama often shared a story with me about an event that took place when I was two. My daddy decided to attend Bible College. We were to travel across country sort of like the Beverly Hillbillies--”So they loaded up the truck and moved to Beverly...”, only in our case it was, “So they loaded up the station wagon and moved to Arizon-y...Phoenix, that is.”

In preparation for this move, my parents held a major house clearance sale. As I stood and watched people carrying away our belongings all I could do was sadly cry out, “We ain’t got no home. We ain’t got no home!”

Today, we Christians are like that little two year old girl as we watch the destruction of our nation by the great evil that’s within, and of all the worship places we’ve always recognised as “God’s Houses.”

Lot’s wife was the same in the book of Genesis when Sodom and Gomorrah were being destroyed. As God said to me, “Don’t look back at the world. Remember what happened to Lot’s wife when she looked back.” Lot’s wife was safe, she was walking free and clear in the opposite way of destruction. But suddenly she was hit with the thought, “We ain’t got no home, we ain’t got no home!” She hesitated and turned and looked back. Instantly, she became a pillar of salt.

Don’t think with Lot’s wife, “We ain’t got no home.” Once we make Jesus our Lord, we have a new home, a city and a country not made by human hands, that same home, “city”, Abraham kept his eyes on during his time here on earth after he turned from worshipping the moon to a relationship with the God who made the heavens and the earth,
“By faith (Abraham) sojourned in the land of promise, as in a strange country, dwelling in tabernacles (tents) with Isaac and Jacob, the heirs with him of the same promise: For he looked for a city which hath foundations, whose builder and maker is God...But now they desire a better country, that is, an heavenly: wherefore God is not ashamed to be called their God: for He hath prepared for them a city.” Hebrews 11:9-10,16.

The Bible does not teach extreme patriotism. You will not find it anywhere in the scriptures. In fact, we are taught the opposite. Look up at the 13th through 15th verses,
“...and were persuaded[fully convinced]of them [the promise of God],having seen it from afar, and confessed [SAID] that they were strangers and pilgrims here on earth. for they that say such things declare plainly that they seek a country, and truly if they had been MINDFUL of that country from whence they came out[if they had wanted an earthly country], they might have had the opportunity to return[they would have looked back].”

Extreme patriotism is deadly for us. It’s a thing of the world, and it binds us to the earth. If we’re not careful, it prevents us from looking toward God and our heavenly home. When we keep dwelling on our “things" here, and all we have here, we become earth-bound instead of heavenly bound. We become united as a nation, not as the body of Christ. And we set our affection on the things here on earth and not above. If Abraham had felt extreme patriotism He would not have left the home of his birth in obedience to God. Like Lot’s wife he would have looked back and complained, “We ain’t got no home, we ain’t got no home.” But, yes he did have a home, and so did Lot’s wife and so did she. The difference between the two was that Abraham had his affections set upon the things of God, while Lot’s wife had her eyes on the things of this earth. And as God says, we reap what we sow. Abraham gained eternal life, Lot’s wife, eternal destruction.

People without Christ don’t have a home, but we do, we do. Once we are born-again, heaven is our home.

“For I am a new creature in Christ, old things [old things, old things!] are passed away, behold: all things have become new.”

Extreme patriotism and Nat’l pride creates a dependency on man and the world, instead of God. Let’s shake it off. Let’s lose it.

This warning is not to scare the stuffings out of you or to depress you. It’s to motivate you, as it motivates me, to take action I urge you to put your complete trust in the God who loves you and died to set you free. Prepare and stay prepared. The country of our birth is going down. Faster than you can even blink. It looks horrible. It feels horrible. But it must “be” so that the glorious glory of Christ Jesus bursts through the clouds, and with Him, the Kingdom He has lovingly made ready for us.

Lot’s wife had her eyes on the world. Her flesh desired the comfort of the things her old life had offered her. But we are not citizens here but of heaven. We are warned, “Be IN the world, but not OF the world.” Do this and we won’t have to say, along with the ones who don’t know Jesus, “We ain’t got no home.”

They don’t, but we do. Our home is not here, it’s with God, in the city not made with human hands.

Don’t look back with Lot’s wife, “We ain’t got no home.” Cut those apron strings and look up. Keep your eyes upon Jesus, set your affections on the things above. Look above and you’ll say, “We’ve got a glorious home that’s better than anything we have here. A forever home. A home not made by human hands.” How do we do it? Just like our fathers before us: We do it by faith.