On April 11th 2020 I woke up from a heavy dream from the Lord. I was in a church building and my husband and I was trying to convince this pastor to let his people come to this revival. Before I go on I must explain that this pastor was portrayed as Pharaoh and his people as the Egyptians. My husband and I, plus a couple other people that I really didn’t know, was portrayed as the Jews. We were looked at as unimportant while they looked at themselves as high authority just like the Egyptians did in the bible.
As we were walking and talking in this line of people, us portrayed as Jews had to be in the back of the line. The Egyptians were first and we were made to be last. I wanted to be rebellious and ask why I had to be last and why did I have to do things different than this church. It was like they were determining which church was more important and which was not by who was first in line and who was in the back of the line. Those that were unimportant in their eyes became the Jews in Gods eyes.
As we walked and talked with this pastor in front of us trying to convince him to come to this revival, he would reject because we were “Jews” and he was “Pharaoh.” I believe here God was sharing with me that the reason this pastor wouldn’t come to this revival was because we were the underdog so to speak and he wasn’t. He was considered a very well off church that could have his own revival and hundreds of people would come, while we may have fifty to show up at ours.
The moment this pastor rejected the thought of coming to this revival, an earthquake came and these huge thorn like things shot through the legs of all the Egyptians crippling them for a moment but they could still walk. We as Jews tried to help them but they did not want our help pulling these massive bat sized splinters out of their legs. It was like they became used to them being there.
I remember at one point we were talking to this man and again he rejected. Another rejection another earthquake and another plague that would come upon them. This time it was boils. They had boils all over them and it burned and they were in so much pain. I thought why reject this revival? They rejected because it wasn’t their kind of revival. once the boils disappeared and the pain went away, they continued on with doing what they normally do.
Another plague comes because of another rejection. This time these black blobs started coming up out of water and was gnawing on people. It reminded me of big leeches/rats that had teeth. They were in peoples hair, in their food, coming out of their drinks. The crazy thing is, as much as the pastor ignored this revival, the congregations started ignoring these plagues. It was like they got used to these plagues happening to them and forgot the wrath of God was on them and claimed it as a natural thing.
We go to sit down with food in our hands and there was two rows of three tables. The first row of tables only the congregations of this pastor and like manner pastors could sit here. While the underdogs or least important to the well known churches had to sit in the second row. There were maybe at the most ten people sitting at the “Jews” table. The pastor though did not sit with neither rows of tables but sat by himself with no table and continued to talk with my husband and I.
When my husband saw that this pastor would not invite his congregation, my husband decided that he was going to invite them himself. he stood and began to beg the congregation to come to this revival. He would say, ” Hey everyone! There is this revival going on and you must come! please come to this revival… Please don’t miss it because you’re Egyptian and we are Jews… Please don’t miss because our church has a different name above the door…”
I listened as the final call went out. I watched as the pastor sat silently behind us with his head down. I watched the congregation of hundreds of people reject this last call. Certain of the congregation who were leaders would stare at the pastor in a way of saying don’t you dare accept this call and go to this revival. I watched as Pharaoh pleased his people and did not let Gods people go to the final revival because It came through an underdog church.
Another earthquake, another ignored warning of devastation. This last plague would be a plague that would never be forgotten. I watched all ten that sat at the table stand up to leave for the revival. I walked up to this young boy who was about 4 or 5 years old. I gave him a big hug with tears streaming down my face, kissed his head, and said I am so sorry, I love you. I walked into the safety of this revival while the death plague swept through those that rejected the last call.
They were Egyptians and we were Jews. All because we were for true unity and they weren’t. All because the revival came through a people that was considered the underdogs. They missed it for a number in their church. They missed it because the name over the door. They became last while we became first. We were last in line to get our food but we were first to leave and go to the final revival.
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