Unleavened Bread Bible Study
Hidden Manna For the End Times
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[ 9/11, America's Final Warning | The Finger | The Fist | Terrorists Hiding in the States ]
Given on 09/11/2001
It was September 11th and the world was at peace. Less than ten hours prior, I had hugged my wife and said goodbye to my father who had driven me to the airport. After a two hour layover and a three hour delay in Zurich, I was finally on my way to Chicago. Throughout this time, I was struggling with myself. I knew I was going on tour to share and fellowship with fellow brothers and sisters, but as yet I had no message. All I knew was that the urgency of God's words to my heart concerning me touring grew with more intensity until I finally agreed to go. God had not spoken to me concerning what I would share throughout my time in America. I shared this with my mother, Virginia, before leaving, and all she said was "God will show you when it is time". We were about four hours away from landing when the captain came on the overhead speaker and said we would have to be returning to Zurich. He mentioned something about a terrorist attack, a terrible accident, and that American airspace had been shut down. My heart skipped a beat, and I felt sick. The only thought that came to my mind was, "God has it begun already?"
A stewardess passing through the aisles saw I was pale, and she came and asked me if I wanted a sedative. I turned her down, closed my eyes, and began to pray. I knew something terrible had happened, but was this it? Was this the time of which God has been speaking for the past fifteen years? I continued to pray, while some passengers became agitated demanding information, trying to call from the air phones without success, and guessing at what had happened. Finally I heard a voice, and I opened my eyes to see who was speaking to me. The man sitting to my right was engaged in conversation with another passenger sitting to his right, and I realized it was not the voice of man I was hearing. I closed my eyes once more and began to pray. Then I heard the voice again. It said, "Now you know why you must go. Be at peace, it is not yet the hour of judgment. This is my final warning. The season is at hand. I will guide and protect those that will draw unto me. Be bold and speak the truth. Plead with them and urge them to repent for the night comes quickly. Speak the words that have been on your heart and on your lips since your youth. I will guide you now as I guided my servant before you".
As I write this, it is September 12th. I am in a motel room in Zurich awaiting news on when we can resume our flights. I have seen glimpses of the devastation, but this is only the beginning. For fifteen years I have prayed this time would not come. I hoped against hope that my Grandfather was just another Jonah, and that I would be mocked and laughed at for continuing to speak this message of repentance and judgment. My family, and even Hand of Help, would have gladly endured the ridicule if America would have repented and turned to God and in turn, God would have held back his wrath. Time is running out dear ones. Repentance has been put off for far too long. Today is the day we must stand before God with repentance not only on our lips, but also on our hearts. You are all in my prayers, and as I travel I hope to fellowship with many of you. Be at peace dear souls. God is still in control, He is King of Kings and Lord of Lords and will be forevermore. May His Light shine upon you, and may His peace flood your hearts.
I must relate to all who read our website (www.handofhelp.com) the Revelations from the Holy Spirit as they were given to our ministry prior to 9-11 and last fall. About a year before 911 Michael Boldea and I were driving to the airport in Seattle Washington. Michael was driving and I was sleeping. It was about 3:30 in the morning. I know that I heard the car almost go off the highway and as I woke up Michael was alarmed and he looked very disturbed. I asked him if anything was wrong and he said "I will tell you later". The next day I again asked Michael what happened as he was driving and he said "I had a very powerful vision". "In the vision I saw a map of America and a finger approached the map and dug itself into the map up to the knuckle of the hand"". A voice started speaking"... I will allow a great event over this nation to try and wake her up". Michael asked why, and the voice said "because of this!" and Michael was taken to the inside of a large Church and he was in the foyer area of the church as they were having service. He heard a lot of snoring coming from inside the church and it was so loud he could hear it in the foyer. The voice spoke again, "because many of my people are still asleep". "Many refuse to wake up, and this is why I will allow this trial to come over America". The vision disappeared and Michael said it was all like watching a movie. It was not long after this that 9-11 occurred.
Prophecy given to Michael in Romania.
I picked Michael up to start our fall 2002 tour from O'Hare airport. I wanted to know if the Holy Spirit had said anything about America while Michael was in Romania. It was clear God had and Michael related to me about the vision with the finger in it and asked if I recalled that. I said I did and Michael said the Holy Spirit is warning that if America does not repent it will not be a finger that represents God's warning or judgment it will be a fist. This means the protection of God will draw back and America will have a cataclysmic event take place greater then 9-11. We pray this does not occur but God has seen what is clear to many of us that His warning on 9-11 was only heeded by a small number of people and apostasy, indifference, sexual sin, divorce, removing references to God from court houses, schools, and even an attempt to take "under God" from the pledge all mean one thing. America is stubborn and proud and has not repented.
Dream by Michael Boldea Jr. - May 5, 2003
That night, after prayer, I went to bed and I had a dream. I dreamt I was on a very high ridge, with a great valley spanning out beneath me. The night was calm, the moon and stars shining brightly in the sky. As I looked around trying to get my bearings, I was stunned to see my grandfather (Dumitru Duduman) standing next to me. He looked young and vibrant, his hands in his pockets, and a smile on his face.
"Interesting times ahead my boy, interesting times ahead", he said. For a minute I was so shocked I couldn't say anything. Finally I blurted out the only thing that came to mind, "They have been interesting ever since you left. Trial after trial, hardship after hardship".
"Now you know how Jesus felt when He walked the earth", he answered, "always doing good, always in the Fathers will, yet always mocked and rejected, always misunderstood and despised. Besides, it was all a test anyway".
A test of what?" I asked.
"For you personally, God wanted to see if you would stay true to your calling even when all seemed lost. He was preparing you and purging you, refining you, for the time when He will use you, and speak to you as He spoke to me".
Before I could say anything he lifted his hand to stop me. His fingers were no longer crooked from his arthritis, they were straight, and normal.
"I know what you're going to say my boy, its not what you want, its not what you asked for. But you should know by now it is the task you were chosen for. In this you have no choice, besides where can you hide from the face of God? Men have tried before, look how it turned out in the end. To reject what God has planned for you is to deny God. You know what the consequences are". Unable to find the words to answer, I simply nodded my understanding, and allowed him to continue speaking.
"As for why the ministry had to go through what it went through, God has already spoken that to your heart. You already know the answer. God wants all that know of this work, to be certain of one thing. It is He who sustains it; it is He who blesses it, and not the hands of men or their gimmicks. Do you think any of it would still be here after all that has happened if not for God? Never doubt Gods promises concerning this work, or His ability to fulfill them. Hope in God never disappoints; hope in man always leads to disillusionment.
"Now for the reason I am here. I was sent to show you something. Look and see", he said, pointing down to the valley below. As I looked, I saw the outline of a map of America then the outlines of states began taking shape. As I continued to watch this map solidify, small lights began to flicker on and off in some of the states. I recognized California, Illinois, Michigan, Arizona, Washington State, Florida, and New York, among the states that lit up. The light was rhythmic, almost like a homing beacon, constant in its progression. I continued watching the lights go on and off, waiting for something else to happen, but nothing did. Finally I said, "I don't understand. What does this mean?"
"These are the places where those who were sent here long ago, to bring fear and cause chaos, have situated themselves. They lay in waiting, planning and plotting destruction. They are as coiled serpents, looking forward to the hour when they will be loosed upon this nation. If Gods children pray, once more will He delay the season of sorrow that is yet to come".
We stood on the ridge in silence for a long time. After awhile the lights stopped flickering in the valley below, and the map began to fade away. Suddenly my grandfather turned his head toward the east, and began to sniff the air as he used to do. "Storms coming my boy, and its a bad one", he said. "Now give an old man a hug, and let me be on my way. Be vigilant and work while you still can, its all God asks of any of His servants. If the Father wills it, we will speak again".
As I hugged my grandfather, I began to hear the rumbling of a great storm. The sky darkened overhead, and the booming of thunder was now audible. In my dream I closed my eyes, and when I opened them again, I was in my bed, awake. I wiped at my cheeks with the back of my hand, and realized I had been crying. As my eyes began to adjust to the dark, I saw that my wife was sitting up in bed, staring at me. When I asked her why she wasn't sleeping, she said Id been talking in my sleep for over thirty minutes. I tried going back to sleep but sleep would not come. Finally I gave up trying, went into the kitchen and prayed until morning.
Over the past few days, I have spent much time in prayer as to whether I should share this dream or not. I believe that I am supposed to, and this is why I have included it in this issue of the newsletter. My prayer is that no one would perceive it as a reason for fear, but rather a reason to hope. God hears the prayers of His children, and as long as He encourages us to pray, we must do so without reservation. The day will come, a day I anticipate with great dread, when God will speak to His children as He spoke to Jeremiah, and say do not pray for this people, or lift up a cry for them any longer. For now, while we still can, may we ceaselessly bring our petitions before the Lord.
I had a dream. I was in a hospital room; it was very clean, and freshly painted. In the room there was a bed with a woman in it.
I approached the bed, and took a closer look at the woman. She was dressed in a gray robe, and she had a ring on every finger of her hand. From time to time, she would raise her hand, look at her fingers, and smile. For some reason, that smile was the saddest thing I've ever seen. It was crooked, and it exhibited no real joy. As I looked at her the sadness in my heart grew to such intensity that it woke me up. Even awake I could still feel the sadness, and as much as I tried I couldn't get back to sleep. For six days in a row I had the same exact dream, I would see the woman lying in bed, I would be overwhelmed by sadness, then I would wake up. I was so frustrated, not knowing what this meant that on the seventh day I decided to fast. That night as I went to sleep the dream started again, the same as before. I looked at the woman, she smiled, the sadness overwhelmed me, but I didn't wake up. The door to the room opened and a man dressed in a white smock walked in holding a clipboard. Before he could say anything I began asking a barrage of questions. "Who are you? Why am I here? Who is she? Why have I been dreaming this for almost a week?"
"Because you waited almost a week to fast", he said. He must have noticed the stunned expression on my face, because his eyebrows arched upward. "I am a friend", he continued, "I was sent with a message, be at peace servant, all will be revealed in due time".
"How do I know you're a friend", I asked. "Because, Jesus is Lord", he answered. Then he smiled, and I recognized him. I had seen that smile before. Suddenly I was eight years old again, sleeping in the top bunk of the bed I shared with my grandparents, on a cold winter night in Romania. I will remember that night for as long as I live. I had woken up to go to the restroom, but before I could get out of bed I heard talking below me. My grandfather was talking to someone, I went to peer over the edge, to see who it was, and found myself face to face with this same man. He'd smiled at me, and I'd instantly gone back to sleep.
"I know you don't I?"
"Yes we've met once before, but I see you often", he answered.
"Why am I here?" I asked.
"Because you murmur, because you have said in your heart that you are on a fool's quest, because you think no one hears, that the message is falling on deaf ears. It is not for you to judge the success the message has in the hearts of others, you were called to be a servant, serve. I was sent to rekindle the fire of compassion in your heart. Compassion for the wayward and the lost, compassion for her", he said pointing to the woman in the bed.
"Who is she?"
"She is the church", he answered me. "Content only with the things of this earth, absent of spiritual strength. She is the reason you and others like you were called to forfeit your lives. The sadness you feel when you behold her is nothing compared to the sadness the Father feels for her condition. If she is to stand in the fire, if she is to be victorious she must be strengthened. She has been in this condition of spiritual paralysis for so long, she believes this is her natural state. If only she knew the power she has access to, if only she knew obedience. The wolves have gathered unhindered, and soon they will strike at her with violence. What will she do if she is unable to defend herself? What will become of the house of God?"
"Be faithful, for faithfulness is rewarded. Why do you say in your heart, that God should make it easier, that He should ease your trials, would you rather that pride find its way into your heart when the Father endows you with the gift He has promised? Keep humility as your constant companion, for the humble receive an abundance of grace. Remember if just one soul is spared from the eternal flame, if just one soul is reached and brought to salvation, it is worth a lifetime's labor and sacrifice. One day you will know the number, receive your reward, and be astonished. I must leave now, but whether in the waking hours, or in dream, we will meet again".
The man walked to the bed, looked down at the woman, smiled a sad smile and walked out. As soon as he walked out of the room, and I was alone with her, the sadness began to invade my heart, and I woke up. The reason I share this with you is to ask for your prayers. It is a difficult thing to go to church after church, night after night, and speak a message of repentance that to the hearts of many has become a foreign concept. The knowledge that if just one heart is reached, if one returns to the narrow path of faith, it was worth it and gives us purpose and new strength. May the light of God shine brightly in your hearts, and may you exhibit Christ wherever you are. Revelation 3:19, "As many as I love, I rebuke and chasten. Therefore be zealous and repent".
Psalm 32:6-7, For this cause everyone who is godly shall pray to You in a time when You may be found, surely in a flood of great waters they shall not come near him. You are my hiding place; You shall preserve me from trouble You shall surround me with songs of deliverance.
It was October 11th, and we had spent most of the day driving from Wisconsin to Overland Park Kansas. I was scheduled to speak at a church the next morning. We had planned to arrive early evening that Saturday, but due to unplanned for heavy traffic, and the fact that we got lost along the way, we arrived at our motel just a little past midnight. I was exhausted, and after saying a prayer I went to bed. During the night I had a dream. I dreamt I was kneeling by my bedside praying, when I felt a presence behind me. I turned, and a man was standing there, dressed in white, his hands clasped in front of him. It was the same man I had seen in a dream some time earlier.
"Why didn't you say something, if you were standing there", I asked.
"I would never interrupt your communion with the Father", he answered "it is a precious thing. Take my hand, I must show you something
I took his hand, and suddenly we were standing in front of the US Marine War Memorial. It is a statue depicting a group of soldiers raising the American flag on Iwo Jima in World War II. I looked to the man standing on my right, but he pointed toward the statue, and said, "look at the flag".
As I was watching the flag flap in the wind, a red spot appeared in its center, it began to grow, and spread turning the flag red as it went. It was like someone had spilled this red liquid in the flag's center, and absorbing it the stain continued to grow. I watched, as the entire flag became saturated, until it finally started to drip. To my surprise, I realized the liquid dripping from the flag was blood.
"What is this supposed to mean?" I asked the man.
"The leaders of this nation have war on their hearts, and on their lips, and soon they will have blood on their hands. The banner of war is upon this land", the man answered solemnly. Before I could ask anything more, I found myself sitting up in bed in a cold sweat.
I shared this dream with a friend that Sunday night, as I happened to be speaking in his church in Topeka. I also shared it with Geno and the rest of the staff here at the Hand of Help office, but in my heart I had decided not to make it public until after the holidays. The reasons for choosing not to share this until after the New Year, are something I choose not to elaborate on at the present time.
Then three weeks after this initial dream I had another. I dreamt the same man was standing by my bedside, but he was no longer dressed in white. Over his robe, he had a breastplate, and as he stood I could see the handle of a sword protruding from behind his right shoulder. It was the fiercest image I had ever seen in my life, but I was not afraid. Kindness still showed in his eyes, and I knew he meant me no harm. As I looked up at him the one thing that struck me was that his breastplate was not shiny. For some reason, I had expected it to shine, rather it was dented and scarred, and looked as though it had seen much battle.
He looked down at me with what I could only describe as disappointment in his eyes. Before I could speak, he said, "for a vessel to fulfill its task, substance must be poured into it, then that same substance must be poured out. If it is never poured out, it will overflow, being of use to no one. Do you understand?" I nodded halfheartedly, although I knew what he was trying to tell me.
"When a vessel is chosen it is an honor", he continued, "be faithful in completing your task and share what is given you without delay. Come I will show you once more.
Once again we stood before the monument and the same scene played out.
"When will this happen?" I asked before he could turn away.
"When the Father wills it", he answered. "His will be done".
"Can't you ask Him?", I asked realizing only after the words had left my mouth how infantile the question had been.
"You speak of things your mind cannot comprehend", he said. "You speak of time concerning the One to whom centuries are no more than a blink of an eye. Be diligent in what you have been shown, and more will be revealed. All things proceed as He ordains, that is all you are given to know for now".
The dream ended, and I found myself in my bed. I have had some time to contemplate this dream, and if I was one given to speculation there are many theories I could come up with, but I am not.
What I do know, is whether in retaliation for a certain action, or as a preemptive measure, this nation will set out on a course that will eventually be the cause of innocents losing their lives. This nation will be perceived as having blood on its hands, and it will stir the emotions of the world against it.
I pray with all my heart this does not occur, that all who are denoting peace and safety for generations to come are right, and I am wrong. Regardless of what some may think, I do not want to see the judgment of God fall on this land, but the path we have chosen as a nation is leading us to it.
More than ever, I urge you to pray for this nation. and its leaders, because it is our duty as children of God to do so. May He who ordains all things be with you and guide you, knowing that in Him there is perfect safety, and perfect peace. My heartfelt gratitude and thanks goes out to all those who pray for, and support this work, being more than certain that your reward will be great indeed.
Jonah 3:8-9, 'But let man and beast be covered with sackcloth, and cry mightily to God; yes, let every one turn from his evil way and from the violence that is in his hands. Who can tell if God will turn and relent, and turn away His fierce anger so that we may not perish".
John 7:37-38, "On the last day, that great day of the feast, Jesus stood and cried out, saying, "If anyone thirsts, let him come to Me and drink. He who believes in Me, as the Scripture has said, out of his heart will flow rivers of living water".
It had been a busy four months. Geno and myself had been on the road since the beginning of January, and the weekend of April 30, we were scheduled to speak in North Dakota. This however, was a special meeting. It was to be held on an Indian reservation, plagued with countless vices, and in recent weeks with the spirit of suicide as well. It was an open meeting, where Christians and non-Christians had been invited. For the past two weeks I had been praying for direction as to what I should speak. It was a new forum for me, and I knew I needed guidance and direction. As the day drew nearer, I prayed even more, but had received no answer.
I had worked third shift the previous night, and had only had enough time to take a shower, and put on some fresh clothes before we were scheduled to make the long drive. Since I was thoroughly tired, I let Geno drive, and I went to sleep in the passenger seat, still troubled in my mind over what I was to speak.
As I slept, I had a dream. I dreamt I was at the base of a tall mountain, with a beautiful waterfall running down its center. As the water fell down the mountain, at certain intervals there were gathering pools, where the water would accumulate, then spill over to continue its trek down the mountainside. A great number of people were at the bottom of the mountain kneeling beside the lowest gathering pool sipping the water. As I looked up the mountainside more people were at the other gathering pools as well, but as the elevation grew, less and less people could be seen. As I was taking in the scene, and wondering what it meant, I noticed a man dressed in white standing beside me, his hands clasped behind his back. It was the same man I had dreamt in previous dreams. He was looking at the mountain, and the running water as intently as I was.
Finally, I looked at him, and asked: "What does this mean. I do not understand".
"It is the answer to your question", he answered. Before I could say anything else, he began to walk, turned his head and said, "Walk with me".
We walked to the first pool of water, and made our way through the crowd until we were standing on the edge, people were still scooping up the water and drinking hungrily. "Taste it", the man said pointing to the water. It looked clean, but as I scooped a handful and put it to my lips, I noticed it had an earthy taste. I winced, the man smiled, and he continued walking up the mountainside. It was a rough and rocky path, and although the man seemed to have no difficulty climbing, I stumbled a few times, slipped on a few stones, but managed to keep up with his pace. Halfway up the mountain, we stopped at another pool. There were fewer people there than at the bottom, so it was easier for us to make our way to the edge. "Taste it", the man said. I did as before, and scooped some water with my cupped hand, brought it to my lips, and tasted it. Although it tasted much better than the previous pool, there was still a tinge of a sour taste.
We continued to walk up the mountain, until finally, we reached the top. What had been obscured by distance before was now very clear to me. At the top, there was no gathering pool, but a constant torrent of water that came right out of the mountain itself. The rush of water was so powerful that as it came out of the mountain, one could not help but get sprayed if they stood close to it. Those standing at the top, much fewer in number than those at the bottom, were already wet, and in a few minute's time I was thoroughly soaked as well. "Taste it", the man finally said after we stood and watched the beauty of the spring for some time. The water was unlike anything I'd ever tasted. It was cool and crisp, and my thirst was quenched after a few sips.
Although it was a beautiful sight to behold, I was still confused, and after some time I asked the man, "what does it mean?"
"You prayed to the Father, and asked what you should speak. It is the answer to your prayer. This spring is the word of God. When at its source it is pure, and gives life, but as men continue to twist it and interpret and dilute it, it loses its essence, it becomes bitter. Speak the truth of His word, and the thirst of those listening will be quenched".
"What was the meaning of those at the bottom of the mountain?" I asked.
"They are those who are content with half truths, many know cleaner water is found on the mountaintop, but choose not to exert themselves. It is a hard climb, and to know truth one must be diligent in knowing the Word. For now the difference between those at the base of the mountain, and those who stand here, nourishing themselves with the pure word of God is negligible to the human eye. While the day abides, in the eyes of men they are all the same, but the day will not abide forever".
As the man spoke those words, what had just an instant before been blue and sunny skies, turned pale, then pitch black. In an instant there was darkness as far as the eye could see.
"Now behold the difference", the man said. As I looked I understood what he meant. The base of the mountain was engulfed in darkness. Not one flicker of light was visible, but those standing on the mountaintop began to shine with an inner glow that allowed them to see the path before them clearly. The man who had been standing next to me shone brighter than us all.
"Only the pure truth of God's word will be as an anchor in the storm, and as a lamp in the darkness", the man said. "All else will fade away into nothingness. For the days to come are dark days filled with turmoil and great anguish. Even upon this land toward which the Father has shown such great mercy, the day is soon coming when its fate will stun the world. Be bold in the truth servant, and work while you still may that your reward will be complete".
I woke up, thinking it had only been a short while since I'd fallen asleep. I was surprised to hear Geno tell me we were only minutes away from our destination. That night, the meeting was held in the ballroom of a casino, and as instructed I preached the truth of God's word. It was a simple message on Jesus being the truth, the way, and the life, yet this simple message stirred the hearts of those listening. It was one of the most powerful meetings we've had on this tour, with people being saved, delivered, and rededicating their lives to the Lord Jesus. Since then, I have prayed much concerning whether or not to share this dream, and I felt in my heart it was time to do so. God prepares His children in advance, and offers them sufficient time to cling to Him, and trust in Him, that they may weather the storm, and see His victory through it all.
Revelation 22:17, "And the Spirit and the bride say, "Come!" And let him who hears say, "Come!" And let him who thirsts come. And whoever desires, let him take the water of life freely".
(The Angel said, "This has been revealed to you, that you may know, the first bite has been, the second is yet to come, and the third will be its destruction".)
Psalm 34:7-8, "The angel of the Lord encamps all around those who fear Him, and delivers them. Oh, taste and see that the Lord is good; Blessed is the man who trusts in Him! Oh, fear the Lord, you His saints! There is no want to those who fear Him".
Upon my return to the United States in late August, I had a very vivid and troubling dream. I shared it with the staff here in Wisconsin, and with a few other brothers, but continued to pray and seek direction from God as to whether or not I should include it in the newsletter.
At the staff's urging, and feeling a release from the Lord, I have included this dream in this issue of the newsletter.
I dreamt I was walking through a sparsely wooded forest, and suddenly my attention was drawn to an eagle flying high above the tree line. It was a beautiful sight to behold as the eagle rode the thermals, flying in slow lazy arks across the blue sky. I began to quicken my pace, and keep up with the eagle's flight, all the while keeping an eye on it, noticing that it was slowly descending toward the earth. I followed it for a long time, its descend not being sudden but very gradual.
Finally I came upon a small clearing, where there were no trees, just some bushes on the edges of the green grass. The eagle landed in the clearing, and began to look around not seeming to notice me.
As I began to wonder what the relevance of this was, a man dressed in white, hands clasped in front of him, appeared beside me, and said, "Be patient, in due time you will see the purpose".
I was silent as I watched the eagle, and was beginning to grow somewhat impatient, when suddenly, it seemed out of nowhere a brown snake lunged at the eagle, and bit down on its left wing. The snake's strike was very quick and very precise. The eagle reacted without delay, clawing and pecking at the snake cutting deep wounds in its underbelly, trying to defend itself and ward off the serpent.
Just as it seemed the eagle was winning the battle, and the serpent was retreating, another serpent appeared, red and black diagonal stripes covering its body, and without hesitation struck out at the eagle's right wing, biting down, and refusing to release.
After a momentary tug of war the serpent tore off flesh and feathers, leaving a large wound on the eagle's right wing. The second bite was much worse than the first, and for an instant the eagle was stunned.
Then a serpent much larger than the previous two, made up of many colors, slithered toward the eagle, opened its jaws and lunged, taking the whole of the eagle's head in its mouth before biting down.
The serpents retreated and the man who had been standing beside me, walked to the eagle, knelt down, picked it up, and held it in his cupped hands. The look of grief on his face was beyond any I have seen in my life. Just seeing the look on the man's face broke your heart.
The man continued to look down at the eagle, and with a pained voice said, "The true tragedy, is that at any moment it could have sought the safety of the above, it could have soared toward the heavens and would have found its protection. This has been revealed to you, that you may know, the first bite has been, the second is yet to come, and the third will be its destruction".
I watched for a long time as the man held the eagle in the palms of his hands, the pained expression never leaving his features. I was too stunned to speak, or ask any questions, what I had seen having seemed so real. The feeling followed me into my waking hours as well, and each time I closed my eyes I saw the entire scene play before my eyes throughout the day.
One thing that I feel I need to share with you is that the second bite seemed to come from an unexpected place. Although I have my own opinion concerning this, I choose to keep it to myself, because expounding on personal opinion is a dangerous thing when it comes to things that God reveals.
I was hesitant in sharing this dream, because I know some will perceive it as a reason to fear. It is not a reason to fear, but a reason to be stirred, and emboldened for the kingdom of God. The reality, is that these are the times we are living in, and I for one am thankful to God for his forewarnings, knowing that His children will never be unaware of what the future holds. All I can do is urge you to be watchful, and diligent in your prayers to the Father. This nation, today, is more in need of prayer on its behalf than at any time in its history. It is the prayers of His children that compels God to relent, and tarry. Stand in the gap, you are precious in the eyes of God, and He hears your heartfelt supplications.
Joel 2:12-14, "Now, therefore, says the Lord, turn to Me with all your heart, with fasting, with weeping, and with mourning. So rend your heart, and not your garments; Return to the Lord your God for He is gracious and merciful, slow to anger, and of great kindness; and He relents from doing harm".
Since I heard through the grapevine that a friend's church was taking a few days of fasting, (and since all of the Hand of Help staff go to this church, and I knew there would be very little risk of them calling and asking if I wanted to go to lunch if they were all fasting), I decided I would join in, and fast along with everyone else.
Maybe it's just me, but I always feel odd trying to explain the fact that I'm fasting to someone who calls and invites me to lunch or dinner. On the one hand, I feel like I'm bragging about something we ought not to publicly declare we are doing, and on the other hand I feel like I'm making the individual feel bad about not fasting themselves.
I have always found fasting to be a great bringer of clarity, and given the times and the seasons that are upon us, who among us couldn't use a little more clarity?
The first day of the fast, I had picked my brother Sergiu up from the airport in Chicago, brought him home, and gone to bed, when I had a dream.
I dreamt I was walking down a street, but to the left and the right of me everything was utterly destroyed. If not for the foundations sticking out of the earth, one would not have known anything had once stood there.
I have seen the aftermath of earthquakes while living in California in the eighties, I have likewise seen the aftermath of tornadoes live and in person, and this looked like neither of the two. The best way I can describe it, is that the entire street seemed to have been razed. From trees, to homes, to fences, everything had been flattened and annihilated.
The street curved to the left, and as I followed it turning the corner, I was surprised to see a house standing a couple hundred yards ahead of me on the right. There was nothing special about the house. A single story home, with a porch and a porch swing, once painted white by what I could gather, but having taken on a charred look.
I quickened my pace, as even in my dream this seemed odd and surreal, and as I approached the house I heard what could only have been prayer coming from inside.
This was no typical prayer. It was passionate, and fervent, and the only time I remember having heard prayer like this, is when we would have prayer nights in our home in Romania during the Communist occupation.
This was anything but a restrained prayer gathering, and the voices coming from inside the house were praising God, and giving glory to Him.
I stood just short of the front step, and listened to the prayers coming from within the house, until in my dream, I woke up.
As I awoke from my dream within a dream, the man I have grown accustomed to seeing was standing at the foot of my mattress.
'Do you understand what you've just seen?' he asked without prelude.
'I believe I do' I answered somewhat confidently. The man gave me a look one might give to a slowwitted individual and said, 'perhaps in part', then reached out and touched my shoulder.
Suddenly I was back on the same street, and I realized this only because of the house with the porch swing, now a pristine white. It was the only thing that was the same as in my previous dream, because now there were trees, and homes, up and down the block. It looked and sounded like a typical neighborhood, but above the din of chirping birds and barking dogs, I could hear prayer coming from inside the home with the porch swing. It was the same kind of fervent, passionate prayer I had heard on the previous occasion. I strained to hear what they were praying for, but I could only hear snippets from time to time. As I made to climb the first of three steps, I was back in my bed, with the man standing patiently by my mattress.
'Now you understand', he said, 'tell them not to fear, but to draw close to the Father in whom is shelter from the storm, and protection from destruction'. I then woke up, disoriented, wondering for a while if this was yet another dream within a dream. Realizing that it was not, I knelt beside my mattress and started to pray.
I have not released a dream or a vision in two years, and if not for the specific instruction 'tell them' I would have been hesitant in releasing this dream as well. As I explained in a recent radio interview, the reason why I have not released any visions or dreams is because many within the household of faith have become, for lack of a better term, prophecy junkies. At every gathering, at every meetings, there is always the inevitable 'what's the Lord been showing you lately', as though He hasn't shown us enough, or as though His word is not clear enough.
I specifically asked permission of God to withhold what He was showing me for a season, and have single-mindedly focused on preaching Christ, and Him crucified wherever I was asked to preach, because our safety, our shelter, and our protection is in Christ Jesus our Lord, Savior and King.
Our refuge, our shelter, our place of safety is not a geographical location; it is in the arms of Jesus, in the will of God, in fellowship and intimacy with Him. If we are walking in the will of the Father, then we have nothing to fear. If we are being obedient to His word, His guidance, and His leading, then wherever He will guide us will be a safe place, and wherever He will lead us will be a place of shelter. Our safety is found in obedience. If God has told you to go to a certain place, then do as He has commanded. If however God has not spoken, then be at peace where you are, for God is able to protect you in the midst of the storm.It is time to draw closer to God than ever before, to come before Him in prayer, and fasting, in righteousness, and purity of heart. The day draws near when we will behold the miracle working power of our God firsthand, when we will see what our God can do, and glory in His omnipotence.
Psalm 18:25-30, "With the merciful You will show Yourself merciful; with a blameless man You will show Yourself blameless; with the pure You will show Yourself pure; and with the devious You will show yourself shrewd. For You will save the humble people, but will bring down haughty looks. For You will light my lamp; the Lord my God will enlighten my darkness. For by You I can run against a troop, and by my God I can leap over a wall. As for God, His way is perfect; the word of the Lord is proven; He is a shield to all who trust in Him.
"Psalm 25:4-5, "Show me Your ways, O Lord; teach me Your paths. Lead me in Your truth and teach me, for You are the God of my salvation; on You I wait all the day".
Michael Boldea Jr. - 04/06/2007
Jeremiah 50:22, "A sound of battle is in the land, and of great destruction". James 5:8, "You also be patient. Establish your hearts, for the coming of the Lord is at hand".
One of the most important lessons I learned as a young man traveling with my grandfather, as being his interpreter, is that one must always prepare for battle, before he is faced with it. Just as a soldier must know the weapons of his warfare, train with them, and be comfortable with them, so must a servant of God know his weapons, and prepare himself before he ventures out into enemy territory. It was so ingrained in me, that a servant of God must be prayed up, and fasted up before he goes out to minister, that before every tour I begin, I take a couple weeks to simply fast and pray, and draw close to God, and see what He would have me share at the upcoming meetings.
I was still in Romania the first few days of February, about halfway through a two week fast, when after having spent some time in prayer, I went to bed, and fell into a restful sleep. Sometime during the night, I began to dream. I dreamt I was hearing what were at first faint hoof beats, but the closer they got, the louder they grew, until it was a thundering roar of not one or two horses but what seemed like hundreds. I felt as though the ground beneath me was shaking from the onrushing horses, and the sound of them became so loud, that I suddenly awoke in my bed. As I blinked a few times, adjusting to the darkness in my room, I noticed a shadow at the foot of my bed. I blinked again, and there stood the same man I have seen on previous occasions, dressed in battle armor, his hands resting atop each other before him, on the hilt of his sword.
"What is the meaning of what I just dreamt?" I asked, somehow knowing he had come to give me the interpretation.
"What you heard", he began, "were the chariots of war, and they are swiftly approaching. A new war is coming, but it will be unlike this present one. Speak as you have spoken, pray as you have prayed, and walk as you have walked for dark days will soon come upon the land to which you are returning. Even now their enemies plot, even now their enemies unite under one banner, and soon they will make their intentions known to the world. There is no refuge but in the Father, and He will guide and protect those who know His voice".
I blinked again, and the man was gone, and I was left to ponder the words I had heard. I struggled with whether I should make this dream public, for I know the reaction that some will have to it, and the last thing I desire is to stir fear in the heart of any man. After much prayer I felt I was supposed to publish the dream, and though some may receive it as a reason to fear, the true children of God will receive it for what it was, the forewarning of a loving Father, preparing His children for what is to come. God's desire for us is not ignorance, but rather knowledge, that we may prepare our hearts, in prayer and fasting, that we may draw closer to Him, that we make Him our place of refuge long before hardship forces us to seek one. The wise man prepares, while the foolhardy is caught unaware.
As always my prayers continue to be with you and yours, and with a grateful heart I thank you for all that you do on behalf of those less fortunate.
Jeremiah 19:15, "Thus says the Lord of hosts, the God of Israel: 'Behold, I will bring on this city and on all her towns all the doom that I have pronounced against it, because they have stiffened their necks that they might not hear My words".