“The man with the machine gun was laying dead on the sanctuary floor.”

This morning, I do not know whether I was there physically or whether I saw, mayhap both. I was in a large church and had given a heavily anointed message to perhaps 1,000 people. I was sitting on a stool behind a pulpit. I was barefoot – this ground was Holy for the Lord God was present.

I told them we must surrender all of ourselves to God, that we can’t hold anything back of ourselves. I reminded them of Ananias and Sapphira who as recorded in Acts chapter 5, held back a portion of their gain and they were each destroyed because of the deceit of it. There is deceit in holding any of ourselves back from God, in this same way we too will be destroyed, spiritually, physically, emotionally, mentally… when we do not surrender our whole heart.

I walked down to the congregation floor and said, “My Father wishes to gather all of you unto Him, like a hen with her baby chicks, come and rest under His Mighty wings. Come.”

The people started coming up to where I was standing. One held out her arm and I saw that about 3 inches from the elbow had been amputated. I reached out and unraveled the sleeve of her shirt and took hold of the stump of her arm. Then I reached for her other arm which was whole and placed them against each other and began tracing a line from the amputated arm matching her whole arm and fingers, and then they appeared on her amputated arm. Both arms were now whole.

Next was an older woman with rheumy looking eyes. I wet my fingertips with my own spit and rubbed them across her eyelids. When she opened her eyes, they were clear. She touched her face and cried out with joy.

There were many that our Father touched. Many dropped to their knees and repented before God. There were tears, crying and sobbing as we were all faced with our own wretchedness. Yet healing came on so many levels.

Suddenly a man was at the front of the sanctuary saying terrible things, blaspheming God, words I cannot and will not repeat. I told him to silence his tongue and repent, or surely the Lord would deal with him this very night. Two men from the church led him out of the sanctuary.

As the evening began to close and the people started leaving, that man came back in the sanctuary with a machine gun. I was walking towards the pews when I saw him. My husband and four other men were behind me walking with me. I turned to them and said, “Turn your backs.”

But they were still looking at the man, so I said “Obey God, our Father.”

So they all turned their backs to the man with the machine gun and I turned my back as well. Then a loud cacophony of sound erupted from that machine gun, but nothing touched us. It sounded as if the bullets were bouncing off something.

Then suddenly a loud crack of what appeared to be lightning came down through the roof of the sanctuary, our backs were still turned but the light and the sound was overwhelming. Then silence.

I turned around and saw right behind me stood seven Messengers of God in what appeared to be full armor with shield and swords. They were tightly standing side by side and seemed to me to be 10 feet tall. There was a light around them, like a golden glow.

I moved to step in between them, the ones to my right moved two steps over to allow me through. The man with the machine gun was laying dead on the sanctuary floor. I looked up and saw that a hole had been torn through the roof and ceiling of the sanctuary where the lightning bolt came through.

I began to cry and I turned to one of the Messengers and asked, “Was his heart lost or only just his mind?”

The Messenger replied, “Both”.

My heart was torn for the dead man. He would be in eternal suffering and that rent my heart in two. I said to the Messenger, “Thank you my brother.”

Then I saw all the bullets lined up on the floor in front of the Messengers, they were flattened as if an anvil had smashed each one, all laying in a row. I realized those bullets hit the shields of the Messengers, protecting all of us standing behind them.

My husband and the other men were still standing behind the Messengers and I looked up through that hole in the ceiling and roof. Then I prayed, “Father I know this hurts you.”

I began sobbing again. Gently, a white light came through that hole and shone around me and I felt a huge teardrop land on my head. Our Father and I were crying together, for it is His heart that none should perish, yet we make that decision, whether to believe in Him who sent His Son and the Spirit of Truth to us.

When the teardrop from heaven landed on my head, I was suddenly surrounded by these seven Messengers of God who all dropped to a knee around me. Through the light, we all heard the voice from heaven as He spoke, “This is my daughter of whom I love.”

Then the light receded and my brothers, the Messengers seemed to turn into white light and went up through that same hole in the ceiling and were gone.

The men from the church stood staring at me and I said, “That man was lost to the adversary.”

One of the men started to kneel before me and I said “NO! Don’t do that. The Messengers were not kneeling to me, they knelt at the teardrop of God!! I am only one of many the Father has sent.”

One of the men asked me, “Did you know what God was going to do ahead of time?”

I replied, “No. I only know He told me to turn my back and so I did. It is not mine to question our Father, only to obey Him when He speaks.”

The last thing I remember was pointing to the hole in the ceiling and saying to the Senior Pastor, “You have insurance for that, right?”

I was worried about the damage, but shouldn’t have been. In the whole scheme of things, what did a roof matter after all?

As I sat on my patio this morning, tears running down my face, the Holy Spirit of truth began speaking scripture to me. He was speaking the words Yeshua said in John 14:10-17.

10 Do you not believe that I am in the Father, and the Father is in Me? The words that I say to you I do not speak on My own initiative, but the Father abiding in Me does His works.
11 Believe Me that I am in the Father and the Father is in Me; otherwise believe because of the works themselves.
12 Truly, truly, I say to you, he who believes in Me, the works that I do, he will do also; and greater works than these he will do; because I go to the Father.
13 Whatever you ask in My name, that will I do, so that the Father may be glorified in the Son.
14 If you ask Me anything in My name, I will do it.
15 “If you love Me, you will keep My commandments.
16 I will ask the Father, and He will give you another Helper, that He may be with you forever;
17 that is the Spirit of truth, whom the world cannot receive, because it does not see Him or know Him, but you know Him because He abides with you and will be in you. (John 14:10-17)

We who believe in Yeshua, who trust that His word is true, must walk in His power, in His courage and strength. This vision is for the Body of Yeshua. We are extensions and heirs of the King.

Author: Kasey Streichert Burt

Kasey Streichert Burt has received dreams and visions along with hearing the audible voice of God since she was a young child. She has applied herself to the word of God educationally and spiritually, graduating from Stetson University with a major in Religious Studies and attended Asbury Theological Seminary with a major in Pastoral Counseling. She is an ordained non-denominational Pastor. She shares her insights on her website, https://propheticdreams.home.blog/

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