“The Coming Darkness: A Dream and a Warning”

In the fall of 2004, I had a dream. It was so real and terrifying that I had to get up from my bed to settle myself. Here is the account of the dream: I was visiting my birthplace, a small village in the beautiful Greenbrier Valley of West Virginia. I pulled my car off the road and parked in front of the old Methodist Church. Stepping out to stretch my legs, I found the day to be absolutely pristine and picture-perfect. The sky was cloudless, the sun brilliant, the air fresh and crystal clear. I admired the flowers blooming in the yards. Many people were outside working in their gardens, soaking in the beauty and peace of the day. There was such serenity all around. Then I turned and looked toward the southeast — and froze. A massive billowing cloud of absolute blackness was advancing toward the town. It blotted out all light, all beauty, everything in its path. As it approached the river that marked the edge of the village, I gasped, “Oh my God, the Darkness has come!” I sensed great evil and danger within it. Looking around, I expected others to see it too. But to my shock, no one noticed. People kept working in their yards, smiling, unaware of the approaching wall of darkness. I cried out, “They do not realize what it will be like when the Darkness comes! All the sunlight, all the beauty and peace will vanish. Life will suddenly and drastically change.” I turned to get into my car and flee. But before I could, six motorcyclists burst out of the blackness. They crossed the bridge into the town — the advance guard of the Darkness. They rode black motorcycles and were dressed head-to-toe in black leather. As they approached, the leader shouted at me: “Don’t you dare leave!” I locked my doors, floored the gas pedal, and fled. The tires screamed as I sped away. The riders pursued me, trying to force me off the road. I swerved, causing two of them to crash, but the others chased me for many miles, even firing shots at me. Finally, I approached some men working on the road and tried to ask for help. The motorcyclists were no longer in sight. I started to get out of the car — but heard a voice from above warning, “Stay in the car. Drive on.” I obeyed. Eventually, realizing I was low on gas, I stopped at a station to refuel. As I stood there, praying fervently for God’s protection, the dream ended. When I awoke, I was trembling with fear. Key Elements of the Dream • The Darkness came suddenly upon the land. • Before it came, everything was serene, beautiful, and peaceful. • No one saw it coming. • An advance guard came first on a reconnaissance mission. • When the Darkness arrived, it blotted out all light, beauty, and peace. • Life drastically changed for everyone. • I fled for safety, obeying the voice of warning. The Interpretation: A Warning for America America is standing at the threshold of something cataclysmic — A wall of Darkness is about to fall upon this land. John 14:13 tells us that the Holy Spirit “will tell you of things to come.” God often gives warnings in advance so that His people can prepare. Hebrews 11:7 says, “Noah, being divinely warned of things not yet seen, moved with godly fear and prepared an ark for the saving of his household…” Today, a false sense of peace covers the land. But Darkness is already at work beneath the surface. The cup of iniquity is full, and divine judgment is near. Something will soon shatter the hardness of this nation’s heart. Yet in His mercy, God has revealed something else to me: A Great Awakening is coming. It will be a final opportunity for America — and the world — to repent. It will draw together the true Bride of Christ. Historically, Awakenings have often preceded calamity. This time, the Darkness may come first, driving people to desperation — and ultimately to God. The Call: Prepare an Ark of Safety May we listen carefully to the warnings of the Holy Spirit. May we move with godly fear, as Noah did, to prepare “arks of safety” — places where others can find refuge when disaster strikes. The Darkness is coming. We must be ready.

"A LETTER DETAILING THE HORRORS OF HELL"

 

"And in hell he lifted up his eyes, being in torment,

and saw Abraham afar off, and Lazarus in his bosom.

And he cried and said, Father Abraham, have mercy on me,

and send Lazarus, that he may dip the tip of his finger in water,

and cool my tongue; for I am tormented in this flame.

~ Luke 16:23-24

 

 

"A Letter From Hell"

 

Dear Mom,

I am writing to you from the most horrible place that I have ever seen,

and more horrible than you could ever imagine.

It is BLACK here,

so DARK that I cannot even see all the souls

I am constantly bumping into.

I only know they are people like myself

from the blood curdling SCREAMS.

My voice is gone from my own screaming

as I writhe in pain and suffering.

I cannot even cry for help anymore,

and it is no use anyway,

there is no one here that has any compassion

at all for my plight.

The PAIN and suffering

in this place is absolutely unbearable.

It so consumes my every thought,

I could not know if there were any other sensation to come upon me.

The pain is so severe, it never stops day or night.

The turning of days does not appear because of the darkness.

What may be nothing more than minutes

or even seconds seems like many endless years.

The thought of this suffering continuing without end

is more than I can bear.

My mind is spinning more and more with each passing moment.

I feel like a madman,

I cannot even think clearly under this load of confusion.

I fear I am losing my mind.

The FEAR is just as bad as the pain,

May be even worse.

I don’t see how my predicament could be any worse than this,

but I am in constant fear that it MIGHT be at any moment.

My mouth is parched,

and will only become more so.

It is so dry that my tongue cleaves to the roof of my mouth.

I recall that old preacher saying that’s what Jesus Christ endured

as he hung on that old rugged cross.

There is no relief,

not so much as a single drop of water

to cool my swollen tongue.

To add even more misery to this place of torment,

I know that I deserve to be here.

I am being punished justly for my deeds.

The punishment, the pain, the suffering

is no worse than I justly deserve,

but admitting that now will never ease the anguish

that burns eternally in my wretched soul.

I hate myself for committing the sins to earn such a horrible fate,

I hate the devil that deceived me so that I would end up in this place.

And as much as I know it is an unspeakable wickedness

to think such a thing,

I hate the very God that sent his only begotten Son

to spare me this torment.

I can never blame the Christ that suffered

and bled and died for me,

but I hate him anyway.

I cannot even control my feelings

that I know to be wicked, wretched and vile.

I am more wicked and vile now

than I ever was in my earthly existence.

Oh, If only I had listened.

Any earthly torment would be far better than this.

To die a slow agonizing death from Cancer;

To die in a burning building as the victims of the 9-11 terror attacks.

Even to be nailed to a cross

after being beaten unmercifully like the Son of God;

But to choose these over my present state I have no power.

I do not have that choice.

I now understand that this torment and suffering

is what Jesus Bore for me.

I believe that he suffered,

bled and died to pay for my sins,

but his suffering was not eternal.

After three days he arose in victory over the grave.

Oh, I do SO believe, but alas, it is too late.

As the old invitation song says that I remember hearing so many times,

I am “One Day Too Late”.

We are ALL believers in this terrible place,

but our faith amounts to NOTHING.

It is too late.

The door is shut.

The tree has fallen, and here shall it lay.

In HELL. Forever lost.

No Hope, No Comfort, No Peace, No Joy.

There will never be any end to my suffering.

I remember that old preacher as he would read

“And the smoke of their torment ascendeth up for ever and ever:

And they have no rest day nor night”

And that is perhaps the worst thing about this terrible place.

I REMEMBER.

I remember the church services.

I remember the invitations.

I always thought they were so corny, so stupid, so useless.

It seemed I was too “tough” for such things.

I see it all different now, Mom,

but my change of heart matters nothing at this point.

I have lived like a fool,

I pretended like a fool, I died like a fool,

and now I must suffer the torments and anguish of a fool.

Oh, Mom,

how I miss so very much the comforts of home.

Never again will I know your tender caress across my fevered brow.

No more warm breakfasts or home-cooked meals.

Never again will I feel the warmth of the fireplace

on a frosty winter’s night.

Now the fire engulfs not only this perishing body

wracked with pain beyond compare,

but the fire of the wrath of an Almighty God

consumes my very inner being with an anguish

that cannot be properly described in any mortal language.

I long to just stroll through a lush green meadow in the springtime

and view the beautiful flowers,

stopping to take in the fragrance of their sweet perfume.

Instead I am resigned to the burning smell of brimstone, sulphur,

and a heat so intense that all other senses simply fail me.

Oh, Mom,

as a teenager I always hated having to listen to the fussing

and whining of the little babies in church, and even at our house.

I thought they were such an inconvenience to me,

such an irritation.

How I long just to see for a brief moment one of those innocent little faces.

But there are no babies in Hell, Mom.

There are no Bibles in Hell, dearest mother.

The only scriptures inside the charred walls of the damned

are those that ring in my ears

hour after hour, moment after miserable moment.

They offer no comfort at all, though,

and only serve to remind me of what a fool I have been.

Were it not for the futility of them Mom,

you might otherwise rejoice to know

that there is a never ending prayer meeting here in Hell.

No matter,

there is no Holy Spirit to intercede on our behalf.

The prayers are so empty, so dead.

They amount to nothing more than cries for mercy

that we all know will never be answered.

Please warn my brothers Mom.

I was the eldest, and thought I had to be “cool”.

Please tell them that no one in Hell is cool.

Please warn all my friends, even my enemies,

lest they come also to this place of torment.

As terrible as this place is, Mom,

I see that it is not my final destination.

As Satan laughs at all of us here,

and as multitudes join us continually in this feast of misery,

we are constantly reminded that some day in the future,

we will all be summoned individually

to appear before The Judgment Throne of Almighty God.

God will show us our eternal fate written in the books

next to all of our wicked works.

We will have no defense,

no excuse, and nothing to say

except to confess the justice of our damnation

before the supreme judge of all the earth.

Just before being cast into our final destination of torment,

the Lake of Fire,

we will have to look upon the face of him

who willingly suffered the torments of hell

that we might be delivered from them.

As we stand there in his holy presence

to hear the pronouncement of our damnation,

you will be there Mom to see it all.

Please forgive me for hanging my head in shame,

as I know I will not be able to bear to look upon your face.

You will already be conformed into the image of the Saviour,

and I know it will be more than I can stand.

I would love to leave this place and join you and so many others

I have known for my few short years on earth.

But I know that will never be possible.

Since I know I can never escape the torments of the damned,

I say with tears, with a sorrow and deep despair

that can never be completely described,

I never want to see any of you again.

Please don’t ever join me here.

In eternal Anguish,

Johnny 

 Condemned and Lost Forever

A YOUNG MAN'S LETTER FROM HELL

                  

A YOUNG MAN'S LETTER FROM HELL

The following is a dramatic presentation. It was written by a fictitious High School Student named Josh, to a friend named Zack.

Although Zack had every opportunity to tell Josh about Jesus… he didn’t.

They were best friends. They played soccer together. They went to classes together. They partied together. They shared their lives with each other.

But there is one thing Zack held back from Josh… his personal relationship with Jesus Christ.

The rest of the story is simple and sad...

A few too many beers… A tragic drive home… A crash… a death, a funeral… A Letter

Here is that letter... A letter from Hell.

Dear Zack,

I died today. It’s a lot different than I expected. You see, I always thought that dying would bring me to a world that is foggy and hazy. But this place is crystal clear… It’s even more real than my life on Earth.

I can think. I can talk. I can even feel.

Right after the wreck I could feel my spirit leaving my body. It was the weirdest thing, Zack. I thought I heard you screaming out to me, man. Must have been just imagining things.

At first I was just standing in line, getting registered I guess. They asked me for my name…and began to look in this thing they called the Book of Life.

I guess they couldn’t find it though because this huge angel standing next to me grabbed me by the arm and started dragging me away. I was terrified. I had no idea what was going on. I asked the angel where he was taking me, but he didn’t answer. So I asked him again…

Finally, he told me that only those, whose names were written in the Book of Life, could enter into Heaven and the rest would be condemned to Hell forever.

Man I was scared. The angel threw me into some kind of holding cell. Where I’ve been sitting and thinking for a long long time. Do you want to know what I’ve been thinking about?

I’ve been thinking about YOU.

Zack, You’re a Christian.
You told me so yourself. I mean we talked about it three different times today.

Kelly brought it up and you laughed it off. Coach Adams brought it up and you changed the subject.

I mean, it came up right before the wreck. Well the question I can’t get out of my mind is this, Zack. Why haven’t you ever told me about how to become a Christian?

You say you are my friend, but if you really were you would have told me about this Jesus and told me how to escape this terrible place that I’m headed for.


I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, the angels who have been chosen to cast me into hell are coming down the hallway. I can hear their footsteps.

I have heard of this Hell. They call it the Lake of Fire.

I can’t stand it, Zack. I am terrified. No! The angels are at the door. Oh no, no! They’re coming in and they’re pointing at me. They’re grabbing me and carrying me out of the room.

I already can smell the burning sulfur and brimstone. I can see the edge of the cliff where Hell burns.

This is it. I am without hope.

We’re coming closer, closer, closer. My heart is bursting with fear. They’re holding me over the flames. I am damned forever.

This is it. They are throwing me in. Fire, Pain, HELL.

Why Zack? Why didn’t you ever tell me about Jesus?

Your friend,
Josh

P.S. Wish you were here.

"I NEVER KNEW YOU!!!!"

"I NEVER KNEW YOU!!!"

"Not every one that saith unto me, Lord, Lord, shall enter into the kingdom of heaven; but he that doeth the will of my Father which is in heaven."

“Many will say to me in that day, Lord, Lord…”

Would you think that a rank sinner would say, “Lord, Lord”? Could you see a New Ager, a Mormon, a Satanist saying this? The fact it is said twice, is done to be emphatic. Christ would say from time to time, “Verily, verily, I say to you…” He repeated himself to make a point that He meant business. It would be like someone saying, “Look at me, look at me please.” The person would be compelled to look, wouldn’t he? So who are these people who say so emphatically, “Lord, Lord…”? I would like to present to you that they are “Christians”, or at least that’s what they were led to believe, anyway.

Let’s read on.



“…have we not prophesied in thy name? and in thy name have cast out devils? and in thy name done many wonderful works?”

See? These poor souls went through their lives doing “good deeds” for Christ. They prophesied, they cast out demons and they did many wonderful works all in the name of Christ.

Did it matter? What did Jesus respond with?

“…And then will I profess unto them, I never knew you: depart from me, ye that work iniquity.”

Wow! Imagine being a “Christian”, going through your life, going to church, being the head chair stacker, ten or twelve Bibles in your home, gone to seminary, casting out demons all over the place, prophesying, doing, doing, doing…then you’re faced with this.

“Depart from Me, ye that work iniquity.”

The most amazing thing that I read here is further down.

“Therefore whosoever heareth these sayings of mine, and doeth them, I will liken him unto a wise man…”

But weren’t those above doing good works for Christ? Here He says He will liken you who hear His sayings and do them to a wise man. So what’s going on here? First Jesus condemns those to hell who do good works in His name, then He commends those who hear His words and does them.

Am I missing something here?

I sat here looking at this passage for some time and then something popped out at me:

“I never knew you…”

What does the word ‘knew‘ mean?

Greek: Ginosko
to learn to know, come to know, get a knowledge of perceive, feel
to become known
to know, understand, perceive, have knowledge of
to understand
to know
Jewish idiom for sexual intercourse between a man and a woman
to become acquainted with, to know

Is it safe to say that we can relate Jesus knowing you as a man would know his wife? What would this entail? Every facet, every detail, every thing in her life, he would know intimately. Everything without one iota left out. Can you say this about Jesus? It’s a two way street you know. As a husband sets out to know his wife, so does the wife set out to know him. How is this accomplished? By researching through books, articles and watching videos? By doing online searches? By asking others about him? No. By actually spending time in his presence and soaking him up. She lingers in his presence, enjoying him, reveling in him, watching him, studying him, getting to know him. Do you do this with Jesus? Do you spend time with Him like this? Do you run to His side in the morning? Or do you run to a foreigner’s side? If Jesus came back right now, would he find you in the throws of passion with another? Spiritually speaking of course. Jesus is coming back for His bride, and if He comes back to a woman who has been in the sack with every Tom, Dick and Henry around, He will be quite safe in saying, “I never knew you…”

Think about it…your eternity’s at stake.

To Hell And Back Part 2

"To Hell And Back:" Part Two

Former atheists discuss their after death experience, Their visions of Hell and the transforming effect it had on them.

To Hell And Back

"To Hell And Back"

Former atheists discuss their after death experience, Their visions of Hell and the transforming effect it had on them.

ANTICHRIST'S COMING IS NEAR!!!

ANTICHRIST'S COMING IS NEAR!!!


Prophetic events are being fulfilled at an incredible rapid-fire pace!  We are on the threshold of the Great Tribulation period.  One world government, one world religion, and a one world ruler are at hand!  This video shares what Biblical prophecies state that the Antichrist will do when he rises to power.  Are you ready for the End of Days???

Three Trapped Field Birds

"THREE TRAPPED FIELD BIRDS"

author unknown

  
 
    What is mentioned here appears to be a shame, but the message is very true. Hope you are all as blessed as I was by this story. I wonder how many people will delete this without reading it because of the title.
  
    There once was a man named George Thomas, pastor in a small New England town. One Easter Sunday morning he came to the Church carrying a rusty, bent, old bird cage, and set it by the pulpit.
   
    Eyebrows were raised and, as if in response, Pastor Thomas began
to speak....
  
    "I was walking through town yesterday when I saw a young boy coming toward me swinging this bird cage. On the bottom of the cage were three little wild birds, shivering with cold and fright."
  
    I stopped the lad and asked, "What do you have there, son?"
  
    "Just some old birds," came the reply.
   
    "What are you going to do with them?" I asked.

   
    "Take 'em home and have fun with 'em," he answered. "I'm gonna tease 'em and pull out their feathers to make 'em fight. I'm gonna have a real good time.."
   
    "But you'll get tired of those birds sooner or later. What will you do then?"
  
    "Oh, I got some cats," said the little boy. "They like birds. I'll take 'em to them."
   
    The pastor was silent for a moment. "How much do you want for those birds, son?"
   
    "Huh?? !!! Why, you don't want them birds, mister.. They're just plain old field birds. They don't sing. They ain't even pretty!"
   
    "How much?" the pastor asked again.
  
   
    The boy sized up the pastor as if he were crazy and said, "$10?"

    The pastor reached in his pocket and took out a ten dollar bill. He placed it in the boy's hand. In a flash, the boy was gone. The pastor picked up the cage and gently carried it to the end of the alley where there was a tree and a grassy spot. Setting the cage down, he opened the
door, and by softly tapping the bars persuaded the birds out, setting them free. Well, that explained the empty bird cage on the pulpit, and then the pastor began to tell this story:
  
    One day Satan and Jesus were having a conversation. Satan had just come from the Garden of Eden, and he was gloating and boasting.
"Yes, sir, I just caught a world full of people down there. Set me a trap, used bait I knew they couldn't resist. Got 'em all!"
   
    "What are you going to do with them?" Jesus asked.
     
    Satan replied, "Oh, I'm gonna have fun! I'm gonna teach them how to marry and divorce each other, how to hate and abuse each other, how to drink and smoke
and curse. I'm gonna teach them how to invent guns and bombs and kill each other. I'm really gonna have fun!"
    
    "And what will you do when you are done with them?" Jesus asked.
    
    "Oh, I'll kill 'em," Satan glared proudly.
   
    "How much do you want for them?" Jesus asked.
   
    "Oh, you don't want those people. They ain't no good. Why, you'll take them and they'll just hate you. They'll spit on you, curse you and kill you. You don't want those people!!"
  
    "How much? He asked again.
  
    Satan looked at Jesus and sneered, "All your blood, and your tears and then Your life."
  
    Jesus said, "DONE!"   Then He paid the price.
  
    The pastor picked up the cage and walked from the pulpit. 

CHARACTER ASSASSINATION

The following is from anarkiesmusings.blogspot.com

Thanks so much to Richard Lawry for permission to post this! 

 

    Character Assassination

Character assassination is an attempt to tarnish a person's reputation. It may involve exaggeration or manipulation of facts to present an untrue picture of the person.

Such acts are often difficult to reverse or rectify, and the process is likened to a literal assassination. The damage can last a lifetime or, for historical figures, for many centuries after their death.

In practice, character assassination may involve double speak, spreading of rumors, innuendo or deliberate misinformation on topics relating to the subject's morals, integrity, and reputation. It may involve spinning information that is technically true, but that is presented in a misleading manner or is presented without the necessary context.

It seems like character assassination has become commonplace. Politics seems like nothing but character assassination. Each political candidate or pundit tries to smear the opposing side.

In Leviticus 19:16 God tells his people “Do not spread slanderous gossip among your people”.


Although gossip and character assassination are commonplace, they are not something a Christian should be involved in.

A number of years ago George Harrison wrote a song about gossip titled The Devil’s Radio. Here are some of the lyrics of the song.

Gossip
I heard it in the night
Words that thoughtless speak
Like vultures swooping down below
On the devil's radio
It's all across our lives
Like a weed it's spread
'till nothing else has space to grow
The devil's radio
Gossip
In reality, gossip is telling and/or listening to something uncomplimentary about another with the wrong intent or purpose. It can be true or it can be false, but the intent is the same.

Obviously this is a serious issue; but there is a type of character assassination that is even more serious; the assassination of God’s character.

The first time we find character assassination in the Bible is in Genesis Chapter 3. There Satan, disguised as beautiful serpent, tells Eve half truths and lies and gets her to believe them instead of what God has told her.


Satan invented character assassination. We know that he used it in heaven. He was so good at it that he convinced one third of the angels to believe him instead of God. It is the method that he uses to separate people from God. We want to make sure that we aren’t working for him by giving people the wrong idea about God’s character. It can happen to even the best Christians.

Even the great prophet Moses fell into this trap of Satan’s. We find the story in Numbers chapter 20. For many years God has been providing water to the Children of Israel. Can you imagine that many people basically camping in a dry wilderness? The only way for them to have water would be by the miraculous grace of God. One day there was no water for the congregation. The Bible tells us they gathered together against Moses and Aaron. The people contended with Moses and spoke, saying: “If only we had died when our brethren died before the Lord! Why have you brought up the assembly of the Lord into this wilderness, that we and our animals should die here?

Moses and Aaron prayed to God and asked Him for guidance. God told them, “Take the rod; you and your brother Aaron gather the congregation together. Speak to the rock before their eyes, and it will yield its water; thus you shall bring water for them out of the rock, and give drink to the congregation and their animals.”

So Moses and Aaron gathered the assembly together before the rock; and he said to them, “Hear now, you rebels! Must we bring water for you out of this rock?” Then Moses lifted his hand and struck the rock twice with his rod; and water came out abundantly, and the congregation and their animals drank.


It looks like the story has a happy ending. I’m sure that Moses and Aaron were pleased. Even though they had to endure a bit of a tongue lashing, so were the Children of Israel. They now had plenty to drink. But God wasn’t happy.

Then the Lord spoke to Moses and Aaron, “Because you did not believe Me, to hallow Me in the eyes of the children of Israel, therefore you shall not bring this assembly into the land which I have given them.”

That seems quite harsh. Moses and Aaron had given 40 years of their lives leading this ungrateful people to the Promised Land. The one thing they really wanted was to actually see the Children of Israel in the Promised Land. Why was God so upset?

In Psalms 106:32,33 the Bible says “The people also made the LORD angry at Meribah, and Moses was in trouble because of them. The people turned against the Spirit of God, so Moses spoke without stopping to think”.
Moses spoke without stopping to think. He spoke for God words that God had not asked Him to speak. He had followed his own course of action instead of what God had asked Him to do. He had misrepresented God’s character.

If we claim to speak for God, we must not misrepresent the kind of God he is. There is nothing more serious than to picture God as he does not wish to be seen. We must be careful with how we picture God to others.


Do you portray a harsh demanding God, or a loving God? Are you presenting a picture of God that will please Him? We want to make sure that we aren’t a part of the character assassination of God.

1 John 4:16-19 tells us, “And so we know the love that God has for us, and we trust that love. God is love. Those who live in love live in God, and God lives in them. This is how love is made perfect in us: that we can be without fear on the day God judges us, because in this world we are like him. Where God's love is, there is no fear, because God's perfect love drives out fear. It is punishment that makes a person fear, so love is not made perfect in the person who fears. We love because God first loved us”.