There Timothy sees a throne with the Lord Jesus seated upon it in His glorified form. On His right, emerging from under the throne itself, is the river he had seen at the entrance, as people present themselves to the Lord.
“We must go to the end of this time, for it is that which the Lord wants you to see,” Gabriel says as Tim again finds himself before the temple. He turns to look out upon the land around him to see what can be seen. What he finds there is what he expected, but not to the large degree that he found. Just past the boundaries of the city, he sees tents stretching out for some distance.
“Why are there so many tents?” he asks as he looks to see if he could find the last of them in the distance.
“You know that is the camp of those loyal to the Lord and His Son?”
“Yes.”
“Then what does it matter how many there are?” Gabriel finishes as Timothy senses the rebuke, and then he finds himself on a great plain. He turns to look behind him to see the edge of the tent as he slightly sees Jerusalem in the distance.
As he turns again to face the original direction he found himself when he appeared, there before him he sees thousands of people with weapons of various types begin to appear in large groups. Within a few minutes the prairie is full of these people as they look angrily toward the camp.
Suddenly they all look into the sky in unison as horror is quickly written upon their faces. Tim also looks up as flames fall quickly in a column towards the very place where they stand. He watches as the flames surprisingly funnel out over Jerusalem as they strike the ground only inches from where he stands.
The instant it happens Timothy finds himself above the earth. He looks on as the pillar of fire spreads from the middle-east to engulf the entire globe.
Tim then finds himself by a huge pit filled with fire. Within it he can see the movement of bodies. As he looks closely, he can make out a few of these figures near the edge. What he sees there sickens him as he sees a man whose body is bloody and filled with holes, holes with worm-like creatures coming in and out as its host screams in pain. This time he can hear these agonizing screams, and he quickly turns away.
“This is the fate for all those that deny God,” comes the voice of Gabriel.
“This is the place where the sinners shall live out eternity. Those that suffer here are the unbelievers, the homosexuals, the murderers. Here you will find the adulterers, the drug addicts, and those that worshipped false gods. Among them you will find the liars and those that lead these people into sin.”
:5:50 a.m.
As Tim hears this, he is awakened by his alarm, and once again begins another day. As he sits up, he finds himself shivering and broken out in a cold sweat. Again he wishes to himself for these dreams to come to an end.
New Jerusalem
:Somewhere over Europe
:December 29
:11:16 a.m. (Approximate European time)
In the weeks that follow the latest of his dreams, Timothy and Christa have been surprised by the events brought about by the coup d'état in what is now being called the Commonwealth of Independent States. One of the churches he has visited and has been welcomed at has sent missionaries to the region. Tim was contacted a few weeks before by the leader of the group, and was asked to join them for a few days.
Christa and he have talked about it for several days, and have decided that it would be a good thing to do. They go to the church, and tell them they will go just after Christmas. The minister tells them that they can only afford to send him, and Christa immediately says that he can go without her.
Now he is somewhere over Europe. He has been flying for almost thirteen hours without sleep. Soon he falls into a deep sleep as the whistling of the engine fades into nothing.
He opens his eyes to a golden city as he walks down a yellowish street that is transparent. He looks through it to see several other streets below as they become so small they are indistinguishable. As he walks, he sees men and women with pure white hair and faces like that of someone in his late fifties. Some of these people in white robes hold long canes as they slowly walk down the street smiling. Occasionally a group of children runs by as they play their childhood games.
“Where am I?” Tim asks Gabriel.
“This is the city of God,” comes a familiar voice, but not that of his angelic guide.
He turns and there before him stands the glorified form of Jesus.
“Lord!” Timothy states, stunned as he goes to his knees in worship.
“Stand, my loyal servant,” the voice of Jesus says as He takes Tim’s hand. “Walk with me,” He says and they begin to walk down the street.
“Look there, Timothy.” He points and Tim looks to see a large tree with a white trunk and blue leaves. He remembers seeing this tree once before.
“Yes, the tree of life. They are here because Adam’s children are purified from the evil of the times before this.” Jesus explains. “Tell me what have you seen?”
“Well, I saw those people walking and some children playing.”
“Do you know who they are?”
“Well, I think the people are those that were counted as worthy to follow You.”
“True, that is who they are. At this time they are celebrating their birthdays in the millions.” Tim’s mouth drops in awe.
“But who are the children?” Jesus asks.
“I don’t know.”
“They are those that were killed before they saw the light of day. They are loved by all that live here. Look!” Jesus commands and Timothy looks over a rail down into a large, open area in the middle of the city. At its center is the glowing humanoid shape, which illuminates the city.
“God,” Tim says in admiration and then finds himself outside. A light gray haze fills the sky, and he looks about to see small towns spread out before him. As he sees these clay buildings, he notices Brontosaur-like creatures walking in a small herd in the distance. A large herd of bison, along with zebra and prong-horn antelope walks along the grassy fields around him. Tim also sees gazelles and other animals.
As he turns about looking at these animals, he sees a bright object in the corner of his eye. He turns toward the source of the glow and there he sees the huge square rising high into the sky. He looks up at the object until its top is hidden from view by the gray haze, which is brightened the closer it is to the object.
“It really is fifteen hundred miles high,” Tim says to himself in a state of total amazement.
“Mr. Browning,” comes the feminine voice of the flight attendant with a German accent.
“Yes?” He is surprised by the sudden end to his most joyous dream yet.
“We have landed.”
“Oh. All right.” He unlocks his seat belt and then exits the aircraft.
After going through Customs, he is greeted by one of the men that he knows from the church that has asked him to come to Moscow. They walk and talk about the large out- pouring of the Lord as they come to some stairs. Halfway down the steps they find themselves confronted by three men, as two more come from behind.
“Give me money!” the man in the middle demands in broken English. The two men realize the circumstance they are in and so comply without any argument. Once they do this, the two men behind them quickly run down the stairs with one of the three that had stopped them. Then the one that had spoken to them begins to turn as Timothy notices a different type of movement from the remaining thief. He turns his head to look and is instantly frozen in fright. Before him only inches from his head is the barrel of a pistol. Abruptly a flash of fire comes from the hole of the weapon.
:3:37 p.m. (Moscow time)
Tim finds himself looking down upon the bloodied face of a man upon some steps. He watches a man push another man with a gun as the weapon falls to the ground. Timothy then notices the man he had just met in customs begins to bend over the man upon the ground. He again looks at the victim of the violence and sees his slightly receding red hair
. He immediately comprehends that the person before him is himself, and he understands his form is dead.
`What will happen to my family?’ he thinks to himself and then hears something. He turns toward where he thinks the sound is coming from and painstakingly listens. At first it is soft, but soon the sound grows in volume, and he discerns that it is the voice of a man.
“Timothy,” the familiar voice says, but he cannot place the originator of the voice. He feels himself moving towards the voice, as a bright illumination suddenly appears before him an illumination that has no form or substance, but just a constant radiance.
Soon he finds himself surrounded by this light. As this happens, he hears a new sound coming to his ears. It is the familiar chant he had heard when he stood with Jesus about the seven candlesticks.
“Timothy!” the voice shouts, and Tim turns to see a familiar and welcome face.
“Gerald!” he says joyously and walks quickly to the tall black man and hugs him.
“It’s been a long time. I’ve been looking forward to this ever since Jesus told me to greet you.”
“You knew I was coming?”
“Yes, I’ve known for some time now.”
“What about my family? I’m worried about them. I’m afraid my father won’t continue my income to Christa.”
“He won’t, but don’t worry. Christa is going to become a great disciple for the Lord. Your book will be published, and she will go around lecturing to many churches. She and your