Is America Going Down?
A Vision from Someone in our Local Home Church
This morning while I was in and out of sleep, I saw a huge, monstrous ship. It had the name USS AMERICA on it. It was large enough to hold all the people in America. It was many stories high and extremely wide and long. People were all over, running back and forth as a storm came in. The sea was angry and the waves so huge that it was washing over the decks, even the highest ones. The ship was wobbling back and forth and the sea never died down; the waves just got bigger and bigger and were violently hitting it.
The Bridge was huge and it was packed with men and women who were dressed formally such as tuxes and gowns. They were physically fighting each other as to who was in control. It was getting bloody and the ship was out of control. No one was willing to let another get to the wheel to get the ship under control. The only thing they wanted was to be the one in control.
High above the ship hanging in midair was a platform. This also was very large but not as large as the ship. I saw several people there, including all of us in our ekklesia (home church). This platform remained steady, and as the storm raged all around us, it was if we were in the eye of a hurricane—just.
There was a ladder hanging down from this platform to the ship and many people were trying to grab hold of it. Each rung of this ladder had a name. The first rung was repentance, next was surrender, then salvation, then was obedience, then death to self, then prayer, Bible study, commitment, and more. As people continued to climb each rung, they were able to reach the platform.
The platform was Jesus. He was the foundation we were standing on watching this. As those who were successful in going through each step of the ladder came to the edge of the platform, one of us standing there would reach out and grab their hand and help them up. A few people had reached it and others were climbing.
Some were trying to grab the ladder without any success. Some were trying to grab the ladder at a higher rung. They did not like the first rungs so they believed if they could grab a higher one such as prayer they could escape the surrender, etc. Each time they tried, they fell back harder and harder onto the deck and finally fell into the sea.
The sky was so black and the sea so dark and dangerous that it was scary. Others who were not interested in the ladder decided that the lifeboats would be an easier way to escape even though the height of the waves was extremely dangerous. There were enough lifeboats for everyone but the problem was that there were holes in each and every one. The lifeboats had names on them. I remember some of the names which were: unforgiveness, hatred, anger, bitterness, sexual sin, lust, greed, murder, etc. Some of the people were trying to escape in these boats thinking they could plug the holes but were unsuccessful and drowned.