Dreams and Visions

Intercession for Phoenix

Warehouses In Phoenix

Part One

The members of several congregations that were working together as one. Lori and I were a part of the crew. We all worked each day from sun-up to sunset at a large open warehouse. In this warehouse were huge stacks of Bibles. These stacks ran from the floor to the ceiling. People would come to the main double doors of the back parking lot and would receive free Bibles. The people did not hand out water or food, just Bibles. What was strange was that the only contact with the actual visitors was with mimes. These twelve mimes wore the traditional black pants and black shirts with gloves and painted faces. Several wore caps, others just went uncovered. On their shirts, stenciled on the front were huge white crosses. On the back of each shirt was written, in a circle, the words "Mime Squad " in bold white letters.

All the workers continually brought each Bible as it was needed to the mimes, who then handed it to the needy person. As the mimes placed the bible in the hands of the recipient they would open the bible randomly and immediately a scene with figures like a three-D projection or hologram would appear on the surface of the two open pages. What appeared were scriptures that met the need of the person at that moment. These were acted out with actual characters and scenes like watching a video without a screen. Then as the person would walk away, they began to understand the scriptures with revelation immediately as they viewed the scriptures. This happened to the needy over and over again.

What we saw was that many people came to the doors of the warehouse until the last Bible was given out. Then everyone working let out a sigh and then they all began to sweep up and get ready to close down for the night.

Early the next morning everyone returned to the empty warehouse and when the doors were opened the entire warehouse was totally full of Bibles. By the time the lights were on and everyone was in their place, the needy people came in long lines to the double doors and another great day started. All day long the two sets of doors were covered by the twelve mimes. Six worked each door. They worked in shifts. I noticed that every so often a mime or worker near the door would be hit by a speeding bullet. The mime would grab at the wound and then fall crumpled to the floor. Immediately other workers would run to the fallen mime or worker and would gather around the wounded worker and began to pray in the name of the Lord Jesus for their wounded comrade. As they prayed, the blood would stop gushing. Then the wound would begin to heal and after a couple of minutes the bullet would just pop out of the wound as it was healing. That's when I first began to notice the old bullets all over the back parking areas. There were hundreds of them just laying around. At first they looked like old gravel dumped around the parking lot and piled up against the walls.

It seemed as if snipers were firing at the workers and mimes from the rooftops and passing vehicles with high powered guns. In all this shooting and having wounded workers, not one needy person missed getting their bible with the hologram teaching/ answer to their needs.

What was unique was that there was no preaching or teaching. Only the Word itself did the teaching and it was 100 percent successful in getting it's message through to the needy person.

This scene repeated itself day after day. All those beautiful workers were so faithful. They were also so generous to themselves and to all the needy people they encountered at the back door.

I truly believe those back doors were really the front doors to a co-shared church.

This made the normal front doors become the employee entrances.

I knew by revelation as I viewed this scene, that it was from the near future. I do mean near future. A future not long off, but so close you can smell it.

'The Lord says to get ready to fulfil the call to serve the needy and for you three couples to get ready to take your place with the city emissary counsel to serve the workers of the warehouse. You will in My Name wash your congregations feet and set them in their destinies to fulfil the Ephesians command to minister. You will be like those who attended synagogue that day long ago in Nazareth when your Lord read the prophetic promise and He declared to all on that particular day that those passages were fulfilled; you will see these Ephesian scriptures fulfilled in front of your very eyes.'

Part Two

One day it was revealed by the Holy Ghost that there were still more people in town that needed help. Our facilities could support only so many people. There needed to be more facilities, and that need was immediate. My wife and I volunteered to go out to other churches and recruit their help. We would pick some of the largest and smallest communities to visit.

We loaded ourselves with information and we all prayed that the mission to be successful. We hugged everyone and then we left.

The first church we visited was the largest in our town. The Pastor was known to all the members of the church as the "BIGBOSS". We met a staff minister first. He then took us to meet with the "BIGBOSS". He had a lovely office. Every square inch wall space was constructed of large bookshelves. These were completely filled with books. All the book- shelves looked like fake shelves with only two inches or so book of bindings showing, with their titles. I commented that the books all look rather fake. Why were his walls decorated in this fashion. He replied that no one had every noticed before for them to comment on this fact. He said it was the latest rage and all the Mega-church Pastors were buying these fake library units. In fact, Church-depot had a nationwide sale running again this very week on them. I replied ‘How nice’ as I wiggled in my chair.

I got back to the reason for the visit and began to tell him how the Lord was moving in our community. We told him everything that had transpired and especially how the people receiving the ministry were so mature in the Lord and in understanding the Word in so little time.

He listened intently. As we finished our presentation, I asked him if he would like to visit the community to see all this first hand. He replied that this was a good idea but that he had a very tight schedule to keep here at his church. He went on to say that he had the very facility that would be perfect to pass out the Bibles right down town. It had been left to the church as a gift from an original member long before he had come to the church to work there. I was excited. Here was a helpful Pastor who had resources and that included a ready to start building. He then stated that he had no one to run it. His staff was just as busy in their schedules as he was. He then stated that he could let us manage the building if we met one little condition. We would have to change our membership from the little community and join his church. He then would ordain us to lead the work and let the project begin. We explained in detail that it was a nice offer but that we still had eleven more churches to visit and that we had to decline his offer.

He began to insist very forcibly. He commented that his building was a sure thing and that the other eleven were still unknown and unfruitful. He then stated that today there were ordaining another class of pastors in just a few minutes. He offered to take us with him to the auditorium because he was scheduled to give the graduating class a final pep talk just before they were ordained.

We accompanied him to the large auditorium and sat down in the audience while he gave a very stunning speech of encouragement to the class. The graduates then rose together and marched in a long line to a door behind the stage. The curtains behind the podium on the stage were opened. We now had a good view of some kind of a long rectangular pit at the back of the stage. The side door opened and the first of the new pastors begin to step out on to the stage and then began walking down into the pit. As they went forward and down we lost sight of them. It was as if they were walking down steps or a ramp. The first few had disappeared by now but more kept coming down the steps. I noticed we could hear funny sounds coming from the pit. It sounded like men praising and singing but muffled. There was even a sound of squishing at a lower level of my hearing. Then the first person appeared to our right coming up out of the pit, heading for the BIGBOSS’s hand of congratulations. Wait a minute, they were covered completely with something pasty. It was in their hair, there eyes and faces and it clung to their clothing and shoes. What kind of a service was this? This was unlike any ordination service I had ever heard of before.

I got up and ran over the BIGBOSS and saw up close the pit and the joyous pastors coming out of it. The pit was full of apples, green apples that were being squished by the side panels coming together in the middle that were squishing the apples against the future pastors. This was coating them with bulk applesauce. I could see an apple core with seeds sticking to the left side of one of the pastor’s face as he emerged from the pit.

I turned to BIGBOSS and asked him what was all this? He looked at me like a grandfather talking to a three year old.

He stated that this was ordination and that all these men were to begin new churches all over the world just as he had built here at this church. The applesauce marked each Pastor so everyone would know where they had come from and to whose organization they belonged to. By now my wife had joined me and we both heard his explanation. There was something in his voice and demeanor that calmed our fears. We were just standing there listening to his voice and watching his every expression. We were somehow mesmerized by listening and watching him. I had been dazzled and tricked at that moment. We were offered to come and get ordained now. All we had to do was go to the end of the line. It was soothing to hear how we would be accepted as pastors in their organization. We were whisked by the BIGBOSS across the stage and to the end of the line. He then returned to his place at the end of the pit and resumed greeting the emerging pastors again.

As the line moved and we took a couple of steps and then I knew something was wrong.

Loud alarm-bells were going off inside of my heart and then my head. I looked at my wife and I could tell she was sensing the same things. Suddenly she cried out “No more of this foolishness. In the name of the Lord, I break this spell off, of our eyes and ears. Suddenly we were back to normal. As we gasped for our next breath the thought of being there in that line was so disgusting and carnal. We jumped back together and bumped into the front of two large and strong men in dark suits. I noticed each man wore an earphone in one ear with a white wire running down the collar of his shirt, under his jacket. They looked exactly as our current secret service agents guarding a dignitary.

We said “Excuse us we have to leave this line. Now!,” together. They then looked over to the BIGBOSS who had come over to check us out. One of the large security men spoke to the BIGBOSS and told him that we had said that we wanted to get out of line and not be ordained. He looked at us and asked if this was true. We replied in unison “YES”. He asked us if were sure about this. We again replied “Yes”. He said “Very well you can get out line, but the deal was off on the building and you two ever becoming Pastors in his organization again, ever!” We replied together “Great!”

We were then escorted very forcibly out to the parking lot and then out across the sidewalk. There we were thrown out into the street. We both landed on our seats and just sat there looking at the two men with a tall steeple as a backdrop and the large church sign shining in the sunlight with this message:

Welcoming All to the Church of the Lord, a Friendly church

My wife then hit my shoulder and said “I told you so!”

They drove our vehicle out off the lot and as it passed into the street the driver jumped out with it still rolling. I jumped up and ran behind the little truck and jumped in to stop it before it hit the other curb. We got in and drove to the next church on the list.

The second church was a little smaller than the first one. The Pastor here was known as the "Wisdom Pastor". He had a reputation locally for teaching the Word espositortically each week for his sermon. We repeated the previous steps and after meeting with him we were again offered the same deal. We had to leave our group and join his church. He then would ordain us to pastor the new warehouse church.

We gratefully declined and tried to explain that we did not need to be the ones to run this new warehouse church. We explained that were sure there were plenty of believers who could do this right here in his church. When he finally understood our ‘No’ meant no deal, he asked us to leave immediately.

Driving out of his parking lot my wife again hit my arm and stated “I told you so!”

The third church was a little smaller than church number two. We repeated the first few steps again. This pastor liked the idea and again was very excited. Then he replied that we would have to leave our group and submit to his authority and get ordained by him and then we could pastor this new work as an extension of his ministry. When he heard us say ‘No’ he had us escorted off his property immediately. Two ushers stood on either side of the truck as we started it up and then they followed us out into the street. They stopped at the edge of the driveway and stood there glaring at us.

As I drove away and shifted into second gear, my now sore shoulder was struck again by my wife with a flat line statement of “I told you so”.

As the day ended, we visited all twelve churches that we had been sent to. In each church, the pastor had made the same offer to us. Each time we replied that we could not accept his offer. Then immediately the friendly atmosphere disappeared and we were quickly escorted off the property.

The pastors did have one thing in common, they all had titles

Mr. Bigboss	Mr. Denomination	Mr. Prophetic
Mr. Wisdom	Mr. TV Evangelist	Mr. Friendly
Mr. Greatleader	Mr. Bishop	Mr. Feedtheworld
Mr. Kingdom	Mr. Clericalcollar	Mr. Apostletothechurch

We went back and reported all that happened to us. The little group then listened to our report with eagerness. They were sad when they realized that no one was going to open more of these warehouses in their town. Then they started to praise the Lord. As they sang they went back to work giving the Bibles to the mimes for all the ones that were in line that day.

Epilogue:

The last words I hear are “As we prepare for take off, please strap yourself in and have all tray tables folded and stored away in the seat back in front of you. Return each seat back to its upright position. Please enjoy the ride and thank you for flying with Lamb Destiny Air Lines."