Prophetic dream reveals condition of today’s American Church

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This powerful dream was given to me back on July 29, 2017. The Lord recently gave me clear instructions that I was no longer to keep this to myself, for it is not mine to hold. This dream is so powerful, there may be many more layers that the Lord may reveal to you. As always, take all things to the Lord in prayer.

My dream began with me walking in a beautiful garden-like setting with the same man (heavenly representative) that I have seen in most of my dreams from God.  We were walking together towards what was an open door church setting.  I somehow knew I had been invited to attend this church by the Pastor.

I was very familiar with the location.  It is an area of big beautiful glass and steel buildings, nestled in the wealthy, pristine heart of the town I used to live in.

As we approached, I saw white chairs all perfectly lined up in rows.  I saw well dressed and well to do people, all assembling to their seats.  Everything was perfect.

The setting was in lush, elegant gardens outside of some towering buildings. We sat down towards the back row as the Pastor began to speak.  I didn’t pay too much attention to what he was saying because for some reason his speech was muted, but not for any lack of sound equipment.

Just then, the man I was with spoke to me and said, “Get up, let’s go.”

We both stood up and started moving through the aisle where we had been seated.  It felt strange to stand up and walk away during the service, but I did as he said.

Then the scene immediately changed. Instantly, we were both walking towards another church service that had commenced right up ahead in another place.  As we approached, we saw an enormous tent set up.  It had no sides, only a top covering and old posts holding it up all around.  The well-worn tent looked as if it had seen many days.

When we arrived, there were hundreds of people gathered together under the tent and everyone was standing because there were no chairs.  It was filled with so many people that they were standing thickly beyond the circumference of the top covering, well beyond the posts that held up the tent roof.  All these people were very poor, but they were so happy to be there and did not care about having to stand.

Where we arrived, we came upon a fence made of chicken wire.  I looked left and right, trying to find an opening so we could enter the tent, but I saw no such entrance, so I decided it was fine to just stand on the outside of the fence and watch from that vantage point.

Far up in the front, I noticed a black man preaching.  I knew he was a Pastor.  I reasoned that because we had arrived late, and there was no more room within or on the outside the tent, we had no choice but to stand in this area that was sanctioned off.

The man with me asked, “Do you know why you are here?”

I answered, “Yes, the Pastor invited me to come.”

I watched as the Pastor spoke.  I could clearly hear what he was saying even though I was way in the back and there was no sound equipment or speakers. They did not have these things because they were poor people.  Regardless, I could hear him preaching the gospel with a loud voice.  I then said to the man, “I wonder if the Pastor even knows I am here.  I wonder if he sees me or if he will come and talk with me if he does.”

Right after I said that, the scene immediately changed again. It shifted from broad daylight to total darkness – a thick, black darkness. The tent area where we were standing transformed into a prison.  The man and I were still standing in the exact same spot, still on the outside of the chicken wire.

The place where we stood was pitch black.  In fact, the entire tent area that once housed everyone was suddenly enclosed by chicken wire, closing it in. I noticed that barricades were added all around it.  There was no opening for entrance, and there were no more people.

As the man and I stood there peering into the prison tent area, a door opened from within at the left of the enclosed tent.  The Pastor that was preaching in the beginning, walked out into the area dressed in prison clothes. Prior to this, he was wearing a nice ironed shirt and a vest. He walked straight over to where we were standing and stood right in front of my face.  His eyes were so piercing; so powerfully penetrating as he stood there staring into my eyes.  He did not utter a word.  He did not need to.  I knew exactly what those eyes were verbalizing to me. He was showing and telling me that he was suffering; that everyone was suffering.

As he continued to communicate that way, I looked behind him and the door opened up again. Now, many men were coming in and they too were all wearing prison clothing.

I marveled that we were the only ones standing on the outside in the dark. Yet, all the prisoners within the prison tent were all walking around in light.  I did not see a light source, as I looked around and wondered about it.  It was clearly not a light shining from without the prison tent. All about the entire outside perimeter of the tent was pitch black… nothing but solid darkness. The only light was within the prison tent.  I stared in that area to figure out what kind of light it was.  It was exactly the same type of amber light that only fire gives off.  It was the unmistakable light of fire, and yet I could see no viewable source anywhere.  It was only all light, full of light, but only within the prison.

I knew these were mighty Christian men were all now arrested and in prison. I feel very strongly to reiterate how I heard the message coming from the Pastor with piercing eyes. As I said, though he never spoke a word, it was much more potent than any words could express.  I received this message from him:

“Please, help us! We are suffering here! Please, please, help us!”

I knew he was begging for prayer.  Still there is no way to adequately explain how I was receiving it… no earthly way. As he was communicating to me, suddenly, the most powerful presence of the Holy Spirit filled up the entire prison where he and the men were, as well as upon me.  It was so powerful that I lifted up my hands and looking up I said, “Oh God, the power of the Holy Spirit is here!”

The power of the presence of the Lord was so thick I could barely speak. I could barely take it bodily. It was surrounding the man and coming through him.  His message to me was delivered to my spirit like a spear into my heart.  It had that kind of force of power.

Again, the scene changed. Now it was back to day.  We were back in the same spot we were in the beginning when we arrived, standing outside that tent prison. Then we saw a train of strollers being pushed by prison workers traveling past us.  As they went by us one by one, I looked into each one of the strollers and saw babies. Their ages ranged from infancy to toddler.  Each one was crying very loudly and all were very afraid. In their little hands, they each had a piece of bread.  The infants had little tiny bits of bread was in their hand while the older ones held bigger pieces of bread and little bowls or plates of bread.

Just then, the imprisoned Pastor who communicated with me earlier sprang forward and begged the prison workers that were pushing the strollers to please let him have a few seconds with each little one that was crying. Then I realized these little ones were going away to be killed.  I saw that the Pastor knew this and this is why he wanted a couple of seconds with each one.  The prison workers allowed him to do it as they stood by quietly and coldly.

The Pastor then passed quickly from stroller to stroller, and either knelt down or bent down very low to get his face into where the babies were sitting or lying.  I watched as he placed his right hand on each little face.  He spoke to each one in words of love. I could not hear anything he said because he was speaking only to each little one. The message was for them alone.

As he spoke to each one, again the power of the love of God flooded over each baby.  It was so powerful that all I can say is that it was otherworldly. It was from another world.  After which each baby or little one stopped crying.  The power of the presence of God was potent upon and among the little ones and the Pastor, just as it was in the prison, among the prisoners, and upon me.

Then the Pastor then did something strange. After he had spoken these words of love from God to each one, he lifted up each little hand that held the bread, and he tenderly kissed the little pieces of bread, and laid the hands of the babies down again.

I have to say, that same powerful Spirit of the love of Jesus Christ that was pumping in the prison, all around me and through the Pastor, was pumping again in full power.  It was as if the Lord, through that man, was giving those babies the power of the endless life before they were to die.  I noticed that their countenances had been altered. They all had appearances of glory, as if they were already in glory… already transported there.  I saw that the Lord had given each of these little ones a power that would see them through their death in the power of great peace from heaven.

Though they were little babies, they looked unfazed. As each one passed by, they had a look of such heavenly light and beauty from above.  They were wrapped in the power of peace and light.  They did not even look like they were earthly any longer.  I could literally see the power of God made manifest upon them.

Then all the babies were taken away.

The scene changed again and we were back at the beginning where we started.  The heavenly representative and I were walking back to that open-air church at the beautiful, lush, elegant garden area between the enormous glass and steel buildings. The two chairs we previously sat in were still open. No one was sitting in them.  As we sat down, I realized the church service was now ending and all the people were getting up and leaving.

I said to the man who was with me, “Oh, now the church service is over and I know the Pastor invited me.  He probably saw that we left.”

We sat there still because I felt bad that we had left and came back at the end. Right then, the Pastor appeared standing in front of us looking down at us.  I looked up at him.  He was tall and wore an early American colonial-style wig.  I wondered about why he was wearing it.

He spoke a few words to me that I cannot remember, but I know he invited me into his office.  We went into his big office and he sat at a large table.  We stood near the door, a ways from the table.  He began to play a recording of his sermons and tried to get us to stay and listen. He wanted to show us things he had on his table.  The strange thing is, though the sermon was playing, I still could not hear it. It remained a mumbling sound and I could not discern it.

I showed no interest in any of it. I just wanted to go.  It was as if he was trying to sell me something special, something only offered to the privileged by his choice.  The more uninterested I was, the more he kept trying to get me to pay attention to it.  I felt he was surprised that I was not interested in such a big offer that he wanted to give me. He was shocked that I was walking away from it.

Suddenly, I was motioned to go by the man that was with me.  We turned and left.

End of Dream.

Interpretation:

As in most all my dreams, the man, the heavenly representative, was with me, I think for two reasons. Not only does he show me things unseen, but he also bears witness of them.

In the first scene, we were both walking in an area I knew was for the ultra-wealthy in the town I recently resided in.  The dream began in the epicenter of commerce and prestige; therefore, this over-emphasized all that was shown to me and provided a contrast and comparison to what I would be shown later. The first church service, strangely nestled in between these monolith towers and lush, elegant gardens, along with the pristine white chairs with well to do people dressed in beautiful clothing, was meant to show me how God sees the church here in America, in a Laodicean setting.

17 Because thou sayest, I am rich, and increased with goods, and have need of nothing; and knowest not that thou art wretched, and miserable, and poor, and blind, and naked:
18 I counsel thee to buy of me gold tried in the fire, that thou mayest be rich; and white raiment, that though mayest be clothed, and that the shame of thy nakedness do not appear; and anoint thine eyes with eye salve, that thou mayest see.” ~ Revelation 3:17-18, KJV.

The Pastor’s words were dead and the people listening to his words were also spiritually dead. They became “the sheep of their shepherd”. They followed their leader’s complacency and acceptance of sin, like sheep following their shepherd. The cares of this world had taken priority over the business of God’s Kingdom.

I wondered why I was there because never of myself would have any reason to be in that area, nor would I ever attend a church service there or anything like it.  I only knew I had accepted an invitation from the presiding Pastor to attend, only to be polite.

We sat down in one of the back rows because I felt comfortable there, but when the Pastor began speaking, it was only a mumbling sound.  I could not hear or perceive what he was saying at all. There were not many people there, so I should not have had any problem hearing him, but I struggled anyway.  I knew this church was wealthy enough to have good audio equipment, yet I really struggled to make out what he said. I believe this represents the powerlessness of their message.  It was muted and mumbling because it was dead, no life at all.  I sat there politely until the man with me said, “Get up! Let’s go!”

The uneasy feeling of standing up and moving through the aisle to leave, made me self-conscious. I felt embarrassed because it did not feel polite, but the man with me showed no embarrassment or shame whatsoever.  I promptly obeyed due to his tone and strength.

In the second part of the dream, we were obviously in another part of the world, a third world impoverished nation. Like the first church, this one was already in session as we approached, which showed the Gospel message is not limited by time or place.

The chicken wire served as a type of makeshift wall. The old, dirty canvas tent held up by old pieces of wood stood in stark contrast to the beautiful, pristine outdoor church service in America. The contrast comparison was set.  The Lord revealed to me two settings made of somewhat the same effects; but He strongly made known what He wanted me to see – that there are two churches in view. One is dead while the other is alive.

The church here in America has the embellishments of the church in Sardis.

“And unto the angel of the Church in Sardis write; These things saith He that hath the seven Spirits of God, and the seven stars; I know thy works, that thou hast a name that thou livest, and art dead.  Be watchful, and strengthen the things which remain, that are ready to die: for I have not found thy works perfect before God. Remember therefore how thou hast received and heard, and hold fast, and repent.  If therefore thou shalt no watch, I will come on thee as a thief, and thou shalt not know what hour I will come upon thee.  Thou has few names even in Sardis which have not defiled their garments; and they shall walk with me in white: for they are worthy.” (Revelation 3:1-4, KJV)

At the other church, I wanted to hear the message being preached.  I even chose to stay at the chicken wire fence in the very back because I didn’t want to waste time looking for an opening in the fence since we were already late. Even though I was standing in the back, I could hear him well, even without sound equipment.  His voice was strong and his countenance powerful. This stood out to me that he was heard because he was full of the power of the Holy Spirit.  By contrast, the Pastor in the American church had all the sound equipment and wealth, but was not heard because he had no power from on High.  It was dead mumbling.

I believe the poor Pastor wore a nice shirt and vest as his way of representing the Lord Jesus Christ with beautiful respect.  His clothes were nice, but not expensive.

The scene suddenly changed from day to pitch black darkness, showing how the powers of darkness overtake a land or nation all at once, but it is not so much that they come in suddenly without any warning.  I am a strong adherent of the belief that these powers of darkness have long term planning throughout generations. When they come in, it is no surprise to the ready, trained, and disciplined Believer in Christ Jesus.  Those that are truly the Lord’s live day and night in the Spirit. There is not a day or night that they are not sojourning in the heavenly places in Christ Jesus.  They see themselves dead in this world, and fully alive in the person of Jesus Christ in heavenly places.

We did not change positions when the scene changed, but again stood in the same location as when we got to this outdoor church.  I believe this was a teacher/student dream and the necessity was to observe at this point.

When the tent area filled with hundreds of believers turned into a makeshift prison, it was evident the Lord was showing me the persecuted Church. Being in church in these nations is the most dangerous place Christians can be, which is why the outdoor tent church became a barricaded prison. I believe this shows the cost of being a Christian. Yet, the whole persecuted Church was still full of people who were happy to stand and hear the gospel despite the threat of imprisonment.

The darkness was only outside the church tent. There was nothing but pitch-black darkness all around the outside of the makeshift church tent prison, but within the walls (chicken wire and barricades),  there was light that burned only in the prison and nowhere else. It only stayed within the prison and did not shine out of it, not even one inch where the man and stood.  I looked for the source of the light within the prison, but it was an empty space, not even a chair.  I looked up and down, and all around.  No candle, no electric light source, nothing.  I saw that it was not a light put out by electricity; it was a golden, amber light that only a fire produced, but I saw no fire.  As I watched those men that entered, I knew they were mighty men of God and I thought of Daniel in the lion’s den. This must have looked something similar.  I also knew then that this light was the light of heaven; the fire light of the presence and power of the Holy Spirit that they were kept by.

The Pastor who first came out was in prison clothes.  He came directly to us out of the door within the prison because I was brought there to receive his message. This door represents the great suffering they have to pass through when choosing to serve the Lord by pure raw faith. He came straight over to me because the Lord brought me to this place to get a direct message from him alone.  Yet, I know the message was from the Lord to me. He had to bring me there to show me everything so I could feel it.  I am to take the message from the Pastor and share it with the American Church.

The Pastor uttered no words.  If he did, no matter how much emotional emphasis he would have placed in his message, it would have paled in comparison to his communicating to me in the power of the Holy Spirit.  I could hear in the most otherworldly, powerful way what he said so sharply and clearly, though I could hear no earthly words.

Because of the suffering, the thick presence of the Holy Spirit accompanied the Pastor as I heard his pleas for help.  It was almost too much for me to handle.  I could only do what I believe the people in heaven do when they see Him. They can only cry aloud of His glory, which was all I was able to do. In essence, God was witnessing to me of what He was showing me, that He hears their cries for mercy, but in America, we do not.

The men coming in after the Pastor were all dressed in the same prison clothes, and as they came in, they did so peacefully.  They exhibited no fear at all.  They each strolled around the prison quietly, heads bowed, praying.

When the scene suddenly changed again, we stood in the exact location as before.  Night became day.  I saw a line of baby strollers pushed by prison workers.  The children ranged from infants to toddlers, all crying and screaming in fear.  Each of them held a piece of bread, the size according to their age, which represented Jesus Christ, the Bread of Life who remains with them in suffering and in death.  It represented His presence with these little innocent ones.

“Verily, verily, I say unto you, He that believeth on me hath everlasting life.  I am that bread of life.  Your fathers ate manna in the wilderness, and are dead.  This is the bread which cometh down from heaven, that a man may eat thereof and not die.  I am the living bread which came down from heaven: if any man eat of this bread, he shall live forever.  The bread that I will give is my flesh, which I will give for the life of the world.”  (John 6:47-51, KJV)

I wondered about this and what was happening.  We stood so close to the line of strollers that as they went by, I could perfectly see each and every little one.  I noticed the prison was now filled with people.  As the strollers went by, I saw the Pastor tearing through from among the prisoners, running to the prison guards pushing the strollers.  His hands waved in the air as he cried out. He approached the prison guards, begging them to please let him have a few seconds with babies. That was when I knew these little ones were going away to be executed.  The prison guards permitted him to do so as they stood coldly by.  He bent into each little stroller. I could not hear his words, but I knew what he spoke to each was a Word empowered by God’s love from above. The children immediately stopped crying.  The Pastor comforted them by stroking their brows with his right hand, which symbolizes the beautiful right hand of God.

When he kissed the bread, it was his way of kissing the Lord, showing his love and thankfulness to the Lord for His great and tender mercies.  The countenances of the babies and toddlers were completely altered.  I saw that their faces glowing with another light, and they had the look of glorified saints in power.  They were strong and this power of an almighty peace was now upon their faces.  I knew that, as best as I can explain, they were, in a sense, already in heaven.  Only their bodies were going to go through death.  In essence, they had just then passed from death unto life, God giving them the power over death with the power of the endless life.
(See 1 Corinthians 15:55-57 and Hebrews 7:16).

The scene again suddenly changed.  The man and I were back at the exact same place as the start of the dream, walking towards the outdoor church service we had left earlier.  I felt bad as we approached because as we did so, I saw that the service was now ending and I had left and was now returning.  A feeling of being rude came over me. We sat down in the same chairs where we first sat and remained seated there out of courtesy.

The people all left and the Pastor came and stood before me.  I looked up at him because we were sitting. His wig made him look like George Washington, which might sound funny, but in my dream, it was not funny at all. It was deeply disturbing because he was wearing it as if it was normal.  I knew even in the dream that the Lord was showing me the churches here in America have become religious and political epicenters of worship, controlled and influenced by political powers, not the power of the Holy Spirit. Despite all its’ wealth, prestige, and fullness, it was dead; the gospel preached in powerlessness.

The American church has everything, but they have nothing and no sign of life.  By contrast, the other church, the Persecuted Church, though they have nothing, nothing here on earth that is, they have all power afforded to them and they are alive.

This is not a personal word to anyone, or an attack on the American Churches because scattered throughout this country, there are many little churches still holding out with the same fiery light of heaven.  They are poor, having nothing, but having all power.

The Pastor of the American church inviting me into his big office was what most people would consider a privilege.  The man and I both stood up, and though I did not really want to go, we went. He sat at his big desk and had all his books and papers laid out, as he asked me to listen to his sermons.  He had a disc player in front of him and pushed a button.  I was not interested at all in anything he wanted to share.  The strange thing is I still could not hear anything but mumbling coming out of the disc player, even though we were in the same room with him, not far from his desk.

He shut it off and attempted to sell me something, or get me to receive it. I wanted nothing to do with it.  I just wanted to leave.  When he saw that I was not interested, he was puzzled and a bit insulted. The feeling I got was that he was offering to me something he would never offer someone else, and to reject it confused him.

That is when the man with me said, “Let’s go!”  The final end was clear-cut.  There is NOTHING here worth buying or listening to.  Just get out!

Conclusion:

In closing, the gospel preached here in America is powerless.  Pride, excess, prestige, a religion with “the form of godliness that denies the power”, is the church of today.  “It glories in appearance but not in heart.”  It is now political in nature and controlled by outside forces that are conditioning it to be receivers of a One-World religion.

There is a coming explosion of Christian martyrdom, a holocaust.  Those the Lord showed me are those prepared to go through it because they know they have the great power God has reserved for them to take what is coming upon them in full power.

This IS a warning.  This IS your time and mine, individually and corporately, to spiritually prepare ourselves in the power of the endless life against the coming days ahead.

What is coming is here now, yet the Lord is showing us there is a sudden coming onslaught of Satanic darkness. These forces will be 100% directed against the true believers in Jesus Christ.  Don’t be fooled by the light of this present world. Walk, dwell, live, and walk in the light of the other world.

Author: Joanie Stahl

As a young Jewish girl, Joanie Sthal received Jesus as her Messiah and soon began receiving dreams and visions of world events. At first these gifts scared her, so she asked for them to cease. Instead, they increased and she surrendered her will to His. By spending much time alone with the Lord she learned how to be guided by Him and to wait on Him for interpretation
Today, Joanie is a wife and mother. She believes the time has come for the “Bride to make herself ready,” which is why she now feels released to share her dreams and visions received during the past 40 years as warnings of things that will soon take place. She is currently a cohost on A Minute to Midnite. You can visit her on the You Tube Channel, or at the website: www.aminutetomidnite.com

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