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

the service of God and to God’s people. The anointing is never about us, or for us. The anointing is not given for the vessel it flows through, it is given for the one it flows to.

The anointing of the Holy Spirit is essential for life-changing ministry. It makes a bigger impact for reaching people more effectively.

The free-flowing anointing of God's love brings joy to God and that joy is felt by the person He flows through. Love is the joy we get from God when we put His benefit and the benefit of another person before our own.

Wherever He comes as an anointing, whether upon the Lord or upon His people, upon the Christ or the Christians, upon the Anointed or upon those whom He anoints, in every case the ultimate result is joy and peace.

The Holy Spirit is the source of joy and gladness. The joy of our Lord strengthens us. The anointing of joy makes us fervent in spirit. We will not become drained and weary in serving the Lord. We are tired in the work, but not tired of it.

Let our religion show itself throughout the whole of life. Let us be fervent in spirit, serving the Lord, and putting gladness into the whole thing.

Let gladness sparkle in all those actions which we feel called upon to perform for our Master’s service. Let us serve Him with a holy gladness.

Blessed be our God, for He has anointed us with the oil of gladness!

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If you sincerely desire to be filled and empowered by the Holy Spirit, I humbly invite you to pray this prayer of faith right now:

"Father I Thank You for forgiving my sins through Christ's death on the cross for me. I now confess and turn from my sins and surrender the control of my life to the Lord Jesus. By faith I invite You to fill me with the Holy Spirit as You commanded me to be filled. You promised to fill me if I ask according to Your will. I pray this in the authority of the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.”

“But they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.” ~Isaiah 40:31 (KJV)

The Bleeding Wounds

With divine strength and an amazing speed, I reaped and reaped without stopping. Not one second did I stop.

I didn’t run out of energy; neither did I get tired. And I was astonished to see how so many piles of wheat I reaped in only a few minutes.

However despite my super-strength and lightning speed, this area was still too vast to be harvested entirely. There was just not enough time. Darkness, tornado, and earthquakes were coming.

Earthquakes would be the first to come about, in my estimation, as the situation down there had been terribly critical. Darkness and tornado would follow it, they would arrive at the same time.

I sped up even more. I had to work faster.

"AAAARRGH ..."

I screamed to exert maximum strength and speed.

My power and speed doubled. I became extremely agile. More agile than before.

I moved as fast as the wind. I harvested lots of wheat in a single slash. I became extremely strong and super. This was all because of the power of God breathed upon me.

After some time, a sudden smarting pain felt on my arms.

I looked to find out what caused it. I startled as there were small cuts and scrapes along my arms. They were bleeding.

"How did this happen?”

I wondered what has caused it. But then I remember that it was probably caused by the friction of the stalks against my skin, which happened when I reaped them in high speed.

My legs were also covered with wounds. Small cuts and scratches could be found along them. My arms and legs were covered with bleeding wounds and smarting from them.

Despite all the bleeding and pain, I tried to reap some more. I had no time to treat the wounds and I just wanted to keep harvesting the wheat. Besides, they were only minor injuries and would dry out and heal on their own since they were nothing serious.

Time was too precious to be wasted, even on treating my wounds. So I went back to harvesting.

“What happens to me doesn’t really matter,” I said to myself. “The most important thing right now is to harvest as much as possible.”

The Wounds Symbolize Suffering and Sacrifice

The wounds on my arms and legs symbolize suffering and sacrifice while serving Christ.

However, hardships are nothing if our hearts are on fire for the Lord, to serve Him and others around us. It is the Holy Spirit that kindle in us the fire of God’s love. Even the most immense affliction will not be able to put out the fire. We will continue to serve as our hearts are burning for Jesus.

Love is a powerful motivation. God's love is the most powerful love there is. It is a bond that draws us to God and motivates us to serve Him successfully. Love must lead to obedience.

The hardships we must endure, or the sacrifices we must make, are tests of faith that bring us to the next level. We need not fear about anything. We need not be drawn out in disappointments. Let us put our hopes in God alone. Let us wait upon the Lord in faith and prayer, as they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength. They shall run, and not be weary; they shall walk, and not faint. (Isaiah 40:31)

May we continue to work in God’s field with a passionate heart, burning with love. Sufferings and sacrifices are only small, insignificant injuries.

No suffering or hardship of any kind is able to separate us from God's love. Rather, we are more than conquerors! We can defeat them all if we are on God's side. (Romans 8:31-39)

Pest Threats!

I looked up to the sky again.

The sun was almost gone. It seemed the night would come in about 5 minutes. Tornado then earthquake, too.

Yet the dangers had not stopped there.

"My daughter, look."

Jesus pointed at something in the distance. But I couldn’t see what it was because the distance was too far.

He touched my eyelids with His finger. I closed my eyes.

When I opened my eyes, I could see what He wanted to show me. The distance I could see was increased miraculously.

At a great distance, I saw something shocking.

There were millions and millions of pests surrounding the entire field! They had besieged it from all directions! I shuddered in horror to see how large their number was.

All types of pests were there. There were strange looking insects I had never seen before, and types of pests that don’t normally attack cereal crops yet for some reason were there too.

Pest threats were not only found on the ground, but underground as well. Somehow I could see into the ground and saw thousands of rats burrowed in there. So many of them! All looked hungry and ready to devour the crops.

These pests had besieged the field all over, however not one had damaged the crops. Those pests on the ground just stayed there in place with their eyes on the crops.

It looked like they were waiting for something.

"What are they waiting for?" I asked the Lord.

"They are waiting for night to come. They will attack when it's dark."

It pierced my heart knowing so many dangers and threats were coming. All the ripe wheat would be destroyed and gone in just a few minutes.

Then the Lord told me that pest attack symbolizes crimes or criminalities. Crime rate will reach its worst level when darkness comes.

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A sudden sadness struck me. Tears were falling from my eyes. I covered my face with my hands. I cried and cried deeply.

My heart shattered into pieces. I wept over all of the ripe wheat that didn’t have a chance to get harvested. This speaks of billions of souls that will perish. I mourned for the lack of workers.

"My Lord, why are the workers so few?” I tearfully asked. “Where are the Christians? Why aren’t they reaping?"

These questions had been swirling through my mind. If only there were enough people working, surely so much more wheat could be harvested.

Jesus looked at me and said, "My daughter, let Me show you what happens to the souls that do not get harvested."

He did not answer my question but wanted to reveal other things first.

Eternal Torment

In the blink of an eye, I was elsewhere.

I looked around and found myself standing on the edge of a mountain top. Jesus stood by my side. He held my hand tightly.

A terrifying chasm, so deep and wide, lay in front of me at just one step ahead. Across the chasm there laid another great solid mountain.

It was dark here.

I looked up and saw the sun had gone completely. The night has fallen.

The sky appeared pitch-black with the absence of moonlight. However, even though I stood in the midst of complete darkness, I was able to see everything clearly.

"Look over there."

Jesus pointed His finger at the mountain across the chasm.

I looked to the tall mountain separated by a huge chasm. The distance between here and there was about 800-900 yards.

Something was moving throughout its surface. The mountain seemed to be covered with something that kept moving. I could not see it clearly since it was too far.

Jesus touched my eyelids again and increased my “view distance” again. Now I could see everything on that mountain clearly.

It turned out the rocky mountain was covered with a sea of people. They were walking up the mountain.

All of these people were walking up on a trail, a long winding path that began at the base of the mountain, and circled its way up to the top.

A countless number of people were on that mountain. From afar, the mountain appeared to be entirely covered with people. Like ants swarming around sugar.

So many people flocked to climb. They started neatly in lines from the base of the mountain.

Everyone was going up. No one was walking down.

It was obvious they were heading to the top of the mountain. I wondered why so many people wanted to go to the peak. What is up there?

The crowd moved at a slow pace as the path was small and there were too many people. Men, women, young, old, fair skinned, dark skinned, the finely-dressed ones, the plainly dressed ones, and those who dressed in rags – all of them walked slowly in lines. I noticed a lot of young people there.

Everyone had a blank facial expression. It was strange. Without any facial expression, they looked like programmed robots or zombies. Their eyes looked empty, dead. No light in their eyes.

I startled when I noticed something. There were no pupils and irises in their eyes!

The entire eyeballs were white. They were blind. All these people were blind. Not one person had normal eyes.

"My Lord, why are they blind?"

Jesus did not answer. He just gazed at them with sadness in His eyes.

The sightless multitude kept walking, pursuing the long winding path to the top.

"My daughter, look over there."

Jesus directed my gaze upward, toward the mountain top.

I saw many people had arrived at the top. However they didn’t realize they had made it to the top because they were blind.

They kept walking, even though there was a steep cliff lay in front of them, just a few yards away.

Like zombies, they kept lumbering forward to the cliff. It was dangerous. They could fall off!

"WATCH OUT... THERE’S A CLIFF IN FRONT!" I shouted spontaneously.

But I was too far away and they could not hear me.

I watched in horror as the crowd got closer and closer to the high cliff.

Next is tragedy.

They really fell off. One by one they fell and went straight into the deep black chasm below. Terrified shrill screams were heard as they fell.

People just kept falling. So many deaths occurred. Those at the