United States and Europe? Is it not true that those next to be infected were drug addicts? Is it not true that it has spread into most of the other cultures of the people due to adultery? Are not all of these, sins in the eyes of the Lord?”
“I see.”
“Also understand this. You yourselves have called this a plague. What does the Bible say of the last day? For that matter, what does Jesus say of the time shortly before his return?”
“Well, in Matthew He says:
`Take heed that no man deceives you. For many shall come in my name, saying, I am Christ; and shall deceive many. And you shall hear of wars and rumors of wars: see that you are not troubled; for all these things must come to pass, but the end is not yet. For nation shall rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom: and there shall be famines, and pestilences, and earthquakes, in various places. All these are the beginning of sorrows.’”
“The other name for pestilence is plague,” Gabriel says; and as these words still echo through his thoughts, Timothy awakens to another day.
The Lord Shall Provide
:August 10
:1:45 p.m.
Tim opens the front door of his home to greet Malcom and his companion a tall blond-haired young man in a T-shirt and jeans.
“Hi, Tim. This is my friend Alex Anderson,” Malcom says as he steps into the house.
“Glad to meet you, Alex. Welcome to my home,” Tim says as he shakes the young man’s hand, memories of his dream again flashing through his head. He sees the island before him and then turns to look into the face of the person that now stands before him.
“Thank you, Mr. Browning,” The young man says as Timothy directs them to the great-room.
“Please call me Tim,” he says as he sits down in one of the recliners as the other two sit on the couch.
“So you’re interested in the children’s ministry?” Tim asks.
“Yes, I feel that I’m needed there. It feels like we’re losing a lot of the children, due to the methods used in teaching them about Jesus and God.”
“I think you’re right. If I had been taught better you know what I mean I might have accepted Jesus sooner. They told me about Him, but they never told me who He is in a way I could understand and thus commit myself to Him,” Tim agrees.
“Exactly! They leave out his true Godhood. They say He is God and the Son of God, but they never show it,” Alex says.
“I know what you mean,” Malcom interjects. “I remember going to Sunday school. They’d teach me about His miracles, but it was my Dad that showed me the glorified image of Jesus. I was awestruck by my father’s description of His white hair and beard with His flaming eyes.”
“Yes, that is an amazing description,” Timothy comments, “and I agree it is a description that is not heard enough.” They begin a long discussion about the glorified Lord and various other topics. They continue this talk for a couple of hours until finally Malcom suggests that it is about time that they should be going. Alex asks if he could have a copy of Tim’s book, and so Tim says he will make a copy and give it to Malcom.
The Tree
:August 12
:9:47 p.m.
As Timothy enters into his dream he is instantly aware of the bright blue sky and the rustling of the long green grass in the slight breeze. He looks about him and sees a vast grassy plain with rolling hills. As he turns about, he unexpectedly finds the only anomaly in this picturesque scene.
Before him is a large hill with a large oak tree at its top. Curious about this strange sight, he begins to climb the hill and soon finds himself at its peak with the huge tree above him. He looks up at the tree and watches the thousands of leaves upon its many branches swaying in the wind.
“Hello, Timothy,” comes a voice almost beside him. He turns to look at the trunk of the massive tree and is awe- struck to see first the foot of a man and then the hand emerges from the trunk itself. Finally, the entire form of the individual is revealed and Tim knows who it is.
“Lord!” he says as he kneels down, humbled by the presence of Jesus before him.
“Timothy, please there is no need for that. Here sit with Me and we will talk,” the Lord says as He seats Himself against the tree from which only moments before He had emerged. Tim does as Jesus requests.
“I am happy you are among the accounted, Timothy. I have felt your love for Me since you were little. I have brought you here so I could explain something to you,” Jesus states with a greatly caring look upon His face, as Tim listens intently.
“You and others like you are the first to feel a part of the immense pouring of the Holy Spirit; all of you are Dreamers. You saw them the first time we talked, but that is not important. What is important is that you understand, so you will not become discouraged ever again. Many are being filled by the Spirit, but many are still babes in Me.
“They have not learned how to find Me as you have. I await them just beyond the door, but they do not hear My knock. You have heard and answered it. That is why you have found your destiny as a Dreamer.
“You have always been one, but you have only been able to be a tool to Me within this year. Please understand that I have opened many doors for you to teach others what I have given you, but most have been shut by Satan. He has blinded the weak in spirit and filled their ears with rubbish. You are right about Alex, but please understand. He is to come behind you, as he did in the dream, a shepherd. I will use him to fulfill the rest of the prophecy for North America. His students, as well as students of others like him, will be Prophets, and the Seers of visions. You are in the front of this line, and you will receive massive wounds before you come to be with Me.
“Remember, I shall never remove your branch from this tree, but do not turn from Me or you will break yourself off.” He stands, and so does Tim.
“Timothy, there are other doors out there. They may lead you to unfamiliar places, but take them. I will always guide you as long as your heart is open to Me. I love you, Timothy.” Jesus takes Tim into His arms and hugs him.
“Before you go, I want you to remember it is not yet My time, but it will be soon. Remember my words through Peter in Acts,” He says.
Tim awakens crying in joy, which also awakens Christa when she hears this. She turns on a light beside the bed and looks to see the smile on his face as the tears pour down his face.
“What is it? What did you dream about?” She asks concerned but at the same time excited.
“Jesus appeared to me again! He said that I just now reached the point of usefulness to Him, but what was so amazing was that He hugged me and He said He loved me!” Tim almost shouts.
“You’re kidding,” She says in an awed shock.
“He did, really, but He said to look in Acts. Give me the Bible, quick!” She takes her Bible from the drawer in her dresser near the bed and hands it to her spouse.
“I think he is referring to Acts 2:17, don’t you?” he asks, and she nods in a confused fashion. “Yes! Here it is! `And it shall come to pass in the last days, says God, I will pour out of my Spirit upon all flesh: and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, and your young men shall see visions, and your old men shall dream dreams: And on my servants and on my handmaidens I will pour out in those days of my Spirit; and they shall prophesy.’ ‘And your old men shall dream dreams.’ Your old men! I think I see now. By the time the Lord comes I will be an old man... He’s coming soon, praise God. He’s coming soon!” he shouts grabbing his wife and holding her tight as she does the same.
Alexander
:September 2
:10:15 p.m.
It has been three weeks since that night Timothy had dreamed about Jesus. The inspiration of this meeting was so grand that he wrote letters to all the Christian publishers and television networks. Within the last week Tim has received returns from most of these places, and all showed no interest in what he had offered them about his dreams. Now he lies in bed, again depressed by these negative r
esponses from the major places within the church. Then he remembers the words of the Savior: “I shall never remove your branch from this tree, but do not turn from Me or you will break yourself off,’ and so he begins to relax and gently falls asleep.
Light comes to the eyes of Timothy, as he sees before him an ancient city, but one that is alive and flourishing. Outside this city is something much different. It is a city of tents with chariots and horses sitting on its rim.
“This is Babylon,” comes the voice of Gabriel. Timothy turns to look up at the huge being beside him.
“What’s with the army?” Tim asks.
“That is the army of Alexander the Great, as you know him. They have been retreating from their hard march into India and have pulled back to this point. His defeated hosts are now giving him a welcome celebration. Unknown to this man, this is the day of his death.”
“What’s going to happen?” Tim asks, surprised by the point blank tone of the angelic form.
“Come, I will show you.” As Timothy blinks his eyes, he finds himself high above the point where he had stood a moment before. Before him he sees two other armies, but these armies are different. One is dressed in white with golden breastplates and helmets. The others are arrayed in black and red.
At the front of the darkly clad warriors is a large menacing figure upon a black horse. Due to his elaborate helmet Tim feels he is the leader of the darkly clad creatures. As he