Encounter With Jesus Christ: End of Time Warnings (Completed) by Regina Clarinda (grave mercy txt) 📖

battered and bruised, soaked in blood.

It seemed they didn’t only beat him with their bare hands. There was some lumber scattered on the ground. They might had beaten him with those.

"... I-I love my Jesus..." he stuttered out, weak. This man could barely move his lips.

Their anger peaked when they heard it. One of them quickly grabbed a machete. And slashed the man’s arm.

“AAAAAARRRGH… “

He howled in pain. His right arm was chopped off!

The persecutor did not stop with the mutilation. He chopped off the man’s left arm too. Then his right leg. And his left leg.

Blood was spurting everywhere.

His legs and arms were cut off.

The other man kicked the scattered arms and legs on the ground. He grinned mockingly while doing so.

"You are an idiot for refusing to renounce your Jesus!” He spat on the Christian man. “Look at you now!”

They gave him a disgusted look. Then left him there to die.

The man wasn’t moving. He looked half dead. Perhaps he had died of shock and blood loss.

* * *

Persecution of Christians happened everywhere around the world.

In another place, I saw a young woman who was about to be tortured. She was standing on a chair with hands tied behind her back.

There was a gallows behind her. A man, the persecutor, grabbed her thick long hair and tied it firmly on a hook on the gallows.

He took one step back after, while looking at her with disgust. “Stupid woman!” The man shouted. He kicked the chair to the floor.

“AAAAAAAARGH… “

A high-pitched scream was heard immediately from the young woman.

Without the chair, she was hanged there with her hair to support her body! Her legs wriggled in the air helplessly. She was trying to get free but her hair had been tied so firmly on the gallows.

"DENY YOUR JESUS AND YOU WILL BE FREE!" The man screamed at the top of his voice.

The young lady was still screaming in pain. She was in agony. The pain must be excruciating with her hair tied on the gallows supporting her body weight.

Some hair was ripped off from her scalp. Her scalp started to tear off.

Blood dripped down her neck.

A few minutes passed by, and she still clung to her faith even though the pain must have been unbearable.

The persecutor became furious, so he left her hanged there with her hair, all alone. I didn’t really know how long she was hung like that, but when the man got back and found she still refused to deny Jesus, he shot her dead.

Before the shot, amid agony and tears, I heard her whisper weakly, "I love you Jesus… "

* * *

Christian persecution ran rampant across the world. I watched as so many Christians were forced to deny their faith.

Forcing someone to renounce their belief is a violation of personal rights, especially in this civilized time. Yet for some reason people could do nothing about it and the Christians were helpless against it. This violation kept happening in many countries.

Various methods of barbaric tortures were conducted to make the Christians leave their faith.

In one city, I saw another Christian man who was brutally tortured. They cut off his genitals. While he was bleeding, they nailed him to a cross.

The man died eventually. It was a slow, painful, agonizing death.

Another man was tortured in another city. They pulled out his fingernails and toenails one at a time, slowly.

When all his nails had been pulled out, he was still holding on to his faith.

His persecutor was mad. He ripped the man’s stomach open with a knife and left him to die from blood loss.

* * *

A young mother was arrested along with her ​​baby. One of the persecutors grabbed the baby from her.

"Give us information about your Christian friends!"

They demanded her friends’ names and their secret locations.

She did not say a word. Her jaw was clamped tight.

"Tell us who they are and where they are right now or we will hurt this baby!"

She began trembling. “Please don’t hurt my baby… please…“

The mother fell on her knees, crying and begging for their mercy.

They looked at her with their ice cold eyes. There was no expression on their faces.

One of them kicked her in the stomach. “Tell us their names and locations!”

A few minutes passed by, and not one name came out of her lips. She did not divulge the slightest information about her friends. This young mother just cried and cried.

They ran out of patience. One man grabbed a machete.

The mother cried hysterically when she saw the machete. "PLEASE... DON’T HURT MY SON… HE’S JUST A BABY... I BEG YOU… PLEASE…" She tried to save her baby but one man held her.

She wailed uncontrollably in deep sorrow. Tears streamed down her cheeks.

Her baby was laid on the floor. The persecutor stretched his tiny arm and chopped it off. The poor baby screamed at the top of his lungs as blood spurted out of his shoulder.

I trembled as I watched it. These people had no heart and no conscience at all!

One of the persecutors, a woman, threw the mutilated arm to their dog. The dog quickly devoured it.

The baby wouldn’t stop crying and it made them mad. So they decapitated him.

The mother wept full of sorrow; she almost fainted.

Not long after the baby was killed, they killed her too.

* * *

Not only men and women were persecuted, but children and babies as well. They deliberately used children to make their parents deny Jesus. Many parents could not bear watching their children being tortured, so they renounced their faith.

There were also many people who could not endure the brutal tortures done to them, so they gave up and did what their persecutors wanted them to do, which was to leave Christian faith and convert to another religion.

In one town, again I watched how they used a child to force the parents leave their Christian beliefs.

A man pointed a gun at a little boy’s head. This boy was aged around four. He was crouching down in fear.

"Renounce your belief or we will kill your son," he said to the boy’s father. He sounded flat and cold.

This man looked so calm. It looked like he’d been well-trained or really experienced in dealing with this kind of situation. However his unusual composure increased the tension.

The other three people who were with him also looked calm. They had cold, dead eyes, as cold and dead as their hearts and souls.

"Please don’t hurt my son… I beg you..." The father begged for their mercy.

They threw him a hateful look. These cold-blooded murderers showed no pity at all.

"I'm going to count from one to ten," the man said calmly as he gripped the boy’s arm. "If you still refuse to deny your Jesus on the count of ten, your little boy here will be the victim of your own foolishness. Think about it."

He started counting.

The father was trembling. His face was pale as the dead. He fell on his knees, laid his face down to the ground and wept out loud.

"I love You Jesus... “

He declared his love for Jesus amid tears. The previous martyrs did the same thing. They declared their love for Christ before their execution.

And at that moment I knew, the father had decided to hold on to Jesus no matter what.

"...ten."

The counting was over. I felt the tension reached its peak.

"You are a fool."

He gave a snort of disgust to the boy’s father.

Then he pushed the boy over. He put his gun back into his holster, and took a knife out instead.

He slit the boy's throat in front of his father.

My stomach felt queasy watching the blood gushing out of the boy’s neck. His eyes widened as he let out a snoring sound. The boy was dying.

They laid him on the ground and let his father watch him die from blood loss. The father was killed afterwards.

* * *

Tortures and torments that were no less brutal occurred in other cities and towns across the world.

I saw people who were dying due to the extreme torments they went through, and were dragged into a field and hanged to death.

Many Christians were crucified. While they were on the cross, still conscious, the persecutors ripped their stomach open until their bowels came out. Then they pulled the intestines harshly to make them suffer even more.

Various methods of beyond-brutal tortures and torments were conducted to force the Christians to convert.

Women were brutally raped and killed. People were forced to eat their own feces. Eyes were gouged out. Limbs were cut off.

All this happened in a modern time that was supposed to be civilized. Yet many Christians all over the world were being crucified and tortured to death so savagely and barbarically.

“Lord, why is this happening?"

I was beyond shocked and devastated.

Jesus turned to me and said, "Those who must go through it, shall go through it.”

As I pondered over His words, I felt something warm soaking my feet.

I looked down straight away. And I almost jumped when I saw it!

There was blood on the ground, so much blood! It was flowing around my feet.

More and more blood kept coming from all directions.

"What is happening, my Lord? Where did all this blood come from?" I was horrified. Never had I seen so much blood!

Jesus didn’t say anything. He knelt down in the pool of blood.

His white robe quickly turned into red, soaked in blood on the knees. But it didn’t bother Him.

Jesus gazed down then touched the blood with His hand. Tears streamed down His face.

"At the end of the world," He said, "many of My people’s blood will be poured out. They will be hunted down, persecuted and killed.

"I love them with all My heart. Those who sacrifice everything for Me shall receive it all back. I shall pour out upon them all My blessings, everything that I have. I say unto you, they will be greeted like heroes of war in heaven and will be treated and be satisfied in My great feast.

"I will share My joy and delight with them. I will reward them abound. They shall receive eternal life."

After the Lord spoke, the atmosphere became completely quiet. I looked down to the blood flowing on the ground. It was everywhere, about 2 inches high.

Where are the Martyrs Going?

Jesus took me back to the Martyr Road.

Thousands of people were still walking down the road. The road was now covered with their blood.

All of these people poured out their blood for love to Jesus. Many of them were tortured brutally to death.

"Where are they going, my Lord?” I wondered where this road was taking them.

Jesus didn’t say anything. He just smiled and pointed to the end of the road. I looked and saw something was glowing up there. But it was too far to see what it was.

"Come, My daughter. I will take you there."

The Magnificent White Palace

The Lord took me to the end of the Martyr Road.

I could see it clearly now, the glowing thing I saw from afar. I was standing close to it.

It was a palace. A tremendous, tremendously huge one! The palace soared grandly to the sky. It was magnificent. I was impressed by its majestic grandeur.

There was something about this palace that made me cry when I saw it. Tears just started falling down my face. It wasn’t sadness, but they were tears of joy.

Suddenly great joy flowed in my heart like a river. I began praising the Lord.

"I love you Jesus, You are a good God. Blessed be Your name, O Lord!"

Tears of joy kept streaming down. I hugged Jesus warmly. Then I looked upon His face and once again cried out with delight, "How glorious You are, O God... how great is Your love! I love You so, my Jesus, You are my Saviour and my King!"

I was so joyful! This palace radiated joy, and peacefulness at the same time.

Jesus gave me a wide smile.

"I love you too, My daughter." He stroked my hair and embraced me.

It was marvelous. All of a