I have been boastful in my life about the blessings that God has given me. Some may even think that I have been intolerably boastful. My heart was not to offend. I have always felt that these boastings will lead others to the cross, and to the one true God who can also bless their lives. God is no respecter of persons. The blessings that he gives to one he will give to another. My motivation in boasting in the blessings of my God was only to lead others to him.
I will also say that even if God chooses not to bless my life, I will still serve him. There is nowhere else to turn but to him. He is my only peace. I have tried many times in my life to find peace outside of God. It never worked. He is the only peace I have ever known. I will serve him forever just to remain in his peace.
I didn’t grow up wealthy. In fact, it was just the opposite. I know what it is like to live in houses that are not beautiful and not sought after. I know what it is like to feel like an adopted son of a richer family, and to see others in that family receive inheritances, when I received nothing. I know what it is like to have my inheritance taken from me repeatedly. I have had a lot stolen from my life.
The problem with everything I just wrote, in the last paragraph, is that these beliefs are a manufactured lie of the enemy. These thoughts have power within me because I came into agreement with them. The devil whispered them, and they became bitter morsels that I rolled around in my mouth; and then I swallowed them, which produced almost like an acid within my heart. These thoughts would have killed me in the end, if I had not repented of them.
You see the truth is: our inheritance only comes from the Father, and he is never going to take it from us. He leads us to repentance and forgiveness. If our eyes are upon him, he will bring us out of every storm. The enemy will come but we will be strong. Each storm brings us to a new level of faith. Each crisis that we overcome leads us to higher thinking, and higher ground.
For You are my rock and my fortress;
Therefore, for Your name’s sake,
Lead me and guide me.
4 Pull me out of the net which they have secretly laid for me,
For You are my strength.
5 Into Your hand I commit my spirit;
You have redeemed me, O Lord God of truth.
When God’s hand is upon our life, it is to show him as the God of our life. Every benefit that comes from serving him, will be seen upon you too. He is our rock in the storm. He is the shelter and the Most High. Every blessing in my life comes from obedience to him. Even when he chooses not to bless me it is for my benefit.
Last night in a dream I saw the rock of Gibraltar. I was standing on the east side looking out at the Mediterranean boasting to those around me that this was not the first time I had been there. For those who don’t know the history of Gibraltar, it is a little piece of land that sits at the mouth of the Mediterranean as a gateway to the Atlantic Ocean to the west. It has been a strategic military place for thousands of years. It is currently a British Protected territory. It is a miracle that the British have held it for as long as they have. Many have tried to wrestle it from them but they have failed over and over.
You and I are protected in the rock who is Christ. When we are in Christ, whatever comes against us will fail. Every argument, and every strategy of the enemy will fail. God within us will rise to our defence, and he will show us every root of lies that binds our hearts to the old man. He will deliver us from the fowler’s snare, and all traps of the enemy. We overcome because Christ overcame.
The enemy has tried to keep me bound to poverty most of my life, and he spoken a thousand lies that tried to keep me there. I have always been waiting for an earthly person to give me my inheritance, but our inheritance only comes from the Father. In one moment, he can change things, but we must let him into the issues of our heart.
In the same dream, I saw the lie that I was entangled in. I saw the people who had adopted me when I was young. They were prospering in the dream, but I was not. I felt like they owed me something. As I repented of the lie that I was owed an inheritance by man, I placed myself within the shelter of God. I placed myself in the zone of God’s protection. If you and I repent of the things that are wrong, he will bless us every time.
The lies of the enemy are the shrapnel and the bullets that come against us. The truth that comes from God is the rock that protects from the enemies’ charge. We overcome by the truth, and it sets us free. And God reveals this truth freely. He dismantles the lies by his own choice – not because I beg or scream. He loves me and wants to set me free, and so he comes and does just that.
When we do repent, it sets in motion the advocates of heaven. Angels are released on assignment to help restore the things that were stolen from us. In a second dream last night, I saw an angel go into hell and get back what the enemy had stolen. The angel could even see where the enemy was hiding what was stolen from me. I made mistakes, but God freely restored to me what was stolen because I repented of the lies I agreed with.
He will do the same for you! Just turn to him today. He wants to bless your life. He has plans for you that outnumber the stars. Each plan is good and will fulfill your life. I pray that you will have courage in the face of the opposition that comes to you and may you live a life of great blessing.
(left) Darren by the Rock of Gibraltar in May 2016 (right) Darren's painting of row houses in Gibraltar
I recently had a vision of hell. Other Christians have been given this experience, and when they have it, they are given a fresh sense of urgency to tell people about the gift of salvation. Others have said that they don’t believe in hell – but I assure you that it is real. I have seen it three or four times in visions. I will do my best to share this experience.
When the dream began, I stood underneath a big rig. I don’t know what its purpose was in this place, but the rig looked to be about the size of a giant crane. We prepared it for service by securing it in place. While I was there, I noticed an eerie tunnel off to the left. There was a noise of what sounded like a thousand voices singing coming from the tunnel. This song was not a pleasant sound; yet it was very melodic. It sounded like a mournful song sung in harmony. This song was the soundtrack to the entire time I saw hell.
As I walked inside, I noticed an elaborate tunnel system, so I kept walking. There were tunnels in tunnels. There were so many tunnels that as soon as you walked through the entrance, you felt completely lost. There was no way to get out. I looked to my side and there were 15 or 20 tunnels one way, and to the other side 25 to 30 more. I chose a tunnel straight ahead, but when I went into it, there were hundreds of more tunnels each looking the same; and each haunted with the sound of the same music.
These tunnels looked like sandstone tunnels and they were lit by fire. The air was very parched. It was like a desert, but only much hotter. The tunnels were all illuminated in the same orange light and those voices kept on singing.
Before you know it, I was so deep into hell that I knew there was no way out; but then I looked back towards where I came from, and there was an angel following me. He was there to get me out. He was only as tall as a man and was dressed in a very modern suit with long blond hair that reached just below his shoulders. He had a sparkling complexion and seemed very content and happy. He didn’t look like a physically strong man, but he was very strong emotionally. Even though he was in this place, he knew that he was there on a mission, and was not going to stay. He looked at the beings that were in this place as the miserable ones they were. He offered no pity and left them in the condition that he found them.
When I saw this angel, I suddenly became aware of the other beings that were in the tunnels. These, unlike my heavenly friend, were miserable wretches. I don’t understand how this occurred, but two of them stood in front of me with a shopping cart; and in it, there were items that they had stolen from me. Don’t ask me to explain how they did this, because I don’t know, but the angel that was with me understood implicitly that these items belonged to me and he was there to get them back.
The hellish being stood in front of me, and the same ghostly tune was coming from his heart. This tune was coming from every being that I saw; and although their mouths were not singing, the song was coming from inside of them. It is the sound that a being makes when it realises that it is trapped eternally, with no hope of a new tomorrow. It is the song that is sung when you have to fight for water and can no longer enjoy your bread.
One of the beings moved as if to hide something in that cart. The angel glanced knowingly, as if he could see the item that was being hidden, and he reached in to get it. The being was holding my bottle of Canadian maple syrup. I knew it was mine as soon as I saw it. The angel was there to retrieve me and my things.
I was thirsty, and so I grabbed the bottle of water that I had, and drank some. The being in front of me was also longing for a drink, so I thought I would give him some. When I went to offer him the water, it exploded in the air and disappeared. He didn’t even get to enjoy one drop. Then the angel grabbed me by the arm and began to lead me out.
I believe the angel that I encountered was one of the angels that was sent to lead Lot and his family out of Sodom and Gomorrah. My angel was as unflinching in the face of evil as were the angels described in that account.
As we were walking out of the tunnels, I looked back and saw a group of twelve to fifteen of those beings gathered around. They were about to roast something for food. It was the top half of a man. All his hair was gone and his eye balls were missing. They had his body attached to wood and were about to lay him in that same fire. This was going to be their portion for supper. There was nothing else to eat in this place. Everything that God had provided for food on earth was gone and now these beings were resorting to eating themselves.
As I continued to follow the angel, I was thankful that I was not going to be staying in this place. I could hear that song louder than ever. It was coming from the corruption in each of these being’s hearts. And that is when the dream ended.
Friends, be aware that there are people around us who don’t know the love of the Lord. They don’t know the hope and peace that Jesus brings, and the salvation that sets us free from entering eternity in hell. Please, let’s pray for them. Please seek the Lord how he may use you in a divine appointment to reach them.
Lord, give us a heart after the lost, and to fill us with your love to spill out to them. We also pray for all who have been oppressed by the enemy; and where what they need has been stolen from them. We decree that restoration will come as we seek you. Thank you for restoration of the prodigals to you, for restoration of the promises you’ve given us, and we proclaim that you are Lord.
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