Nearly two decades ago, God began to lead me towards a revelation of
truth that has culminated in the writing of this book. A series of dreams
occurred throughout the years that were clearly from the mind of God. In
these dreams was a common theme that pointed to a truth that would later
become an awesome revelation. At this point let me give you the details as I
remember them.
Very early in my Christian life, I had a dream where I was outside and I
looked across the land and saw a gray ceiling of clouds hanging over a clear,
pale yellow sky on the horizon. The clear band of sky stretching across my
view was broken by seven very shocking formations of funnel clouds, all
touching the earth.
At the time I didn’t even know there was such a thing as multiple
tornadoes. Some years later, I would see them in the weather report on the
news. They were out in northwestern Oklahoma.
Then the camera angle changed and it was as if I was in an aerial position
looking down at a large body of water. A single funnel cloud was racing
across the water splitting the surface the way a speed boat leaves a wake. As
the camera cut back to my position on the ground, I saw and heard myself as
if I were someone else watching me from behind. I pointed at the sky and
shouted, “IN THE NAME OF JESUS CHRIST, GO BACK FROM WHENCE
YOU CAME!” Then, seeing through my own eyes again, the pale yellow sky
with the gray ceiling was unbroken and clear. The seven tornadoes had
vanished.
At the time, I honestly had no idea this was from God. But, unlike most
dreams, I never forgot it. Then a second dream came to me. I really don’t
know when, but I can say with certainty it was years later.
I was in a small farmhouse on a yellow grassy plain. It looked very poor.
The paint was mostly gone and the slat siding was gray. My mother was there
also. I walked out of the front through a wooden screen door onto a covered
porch. There in front of me just yards away, was a sight that struck terror into
my soul. A massive black funnel cloud was churning furiously right in front of
the house…
This brought back the kind of fear I hadn’t known since childhood when a
trailer house I was in with a babysitter was rocked almost to the tipping point
by tornadic winds. I remember as a four- or five-year-old child holding onto a
chair as my babysitter, Lucille, who was in her sixties, lay on the couch with
one foot on the floor and her arms sprawled across the cushions to steady
herself. She was on the verge of tears. Her little AM radio was calling out
through the din of the howling wind with the voice of a local weatherman
telling everyone to stay away from windows and doors and to stay inside and
find shelter.
I looked at Lucille and asked, “What are we going to do?” She looked at me
with such fear in her eyes and said, “I don’t know, baby!” The trailer rocked
back and forth like some giant was outside trying to roll us over.
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truth that has culminated in the writing of this book. A series of dreams
occurred throughout the years that were clearly from the mind of God. In
these dreams was a common theme that pointed to a truth that would later
become an awesome revelation. At this point let me give you the details as I
remember them.
Very early in my Christian life, I had a dream where I was outside and I
looked across the land and saw a gray ceiling of clouds hanging over a clear,
pale yellow sky on the horizon. The clear band of sky stretching across my
view was broken by seven very shocking formations of funnel clouds, all
touching the earth.
At the time I didn’t even know there was such a thing as multiple
tornadoes. Some years later, I would see them in the weather report on the
news. They were out in northwestern Oklahoma.
Then the camera angle changed and it was as if I was in an aerial position
looking down at a large body of water. A single funnel cloud was racing
across the water splitting the surface the way a speed boat leaves a wake. As
the camera cut back to my position on the ground, I saw and heard myself as
if I were someone else watching me from behind. I pointed at the sky and
shouted, “IN THE NAME OF JESUS CHRIST, GO BACK FROM WHENCE
YOU CAME!” Then, seeing through my own eyes again, the pale yellow sky
with the gray ceiling was unbroken and clear. The seven tornadoes had
vanished.
At the time, I honestly had no idea this was from God. But, unlike most
dreams, I never forgot it. Then a second dream came to me. I really don’t
know when, but I can say with certainty it was years later.
I was in a small farmhouse on a yellow grassy plain. It looked very poor.
The paint was mostly gone and the slat siding was gray. My mother was there
also. I walked out of the front through a wooden screen door onto a covered
porch. There in front of me just yards away, was a sight that struck terror into
my soul. A massive black funnel cloud was churning furiously right in front of
the house…
This brought back the kind of fear I hadn’t known since childhood when a
trailer house I was in with a babysitter was rocked almost to the tipping point
by tornadic winds. I remember as a four- or five-year-old child holding onto a
chair as my babysitter, Lucille, who was in her sixties, lay on the couch with
one foot on the floor and her arms sprawled across the cushions to steady
herself. She was on the verge of tears. Her little AM radio was calling out
through the din of the howling wind with the voice of a local weatherman
telling everyone to stay away from windows and doors and to stay inside and
find shelter.
I looked at Lucille and asked, “What are we going to do?” She looked at me
with such fear in her eyes and said, “I don’t know, baby!” The trailer rocked
back and forth like some giant was outside trying to roll us over.
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