Modern Day Prophet?


Greetings! I feel a deep presence resonating within me, a feeling that I should write. The words that keep coming to me are: "modern day prophet." I reflect on the office of the prophet, who was, in earlier times known as a "seer." I continually think on the happenings in my life: the messenger in the night (Chicken Soup- Recovering Soul: Touched By A Higher Power), the experience of the, "Eagle in the Wild," and, most significantly, the dates in my bibles. As these are "extraordinary" events, coupled with the many other significant happenings in my life, I can't help but feel there is more to my existence, and something greater that I have been called to do. I feel, as I do very profoundly right now, a strong tugging on my heart, in my spirit, and in my soul. It's something that I have never been able to shake, be away from. It just keeps on reverberating and making its presence known.

Prophets had dreams and interpreted dreams. There is significant communication in dreams; some dreams are prophetic, and even warnings. Of people that have come to me, two stand out very clearly in my mind. One was a young man, in his early thirties. He said that he kept having this recurring dream. In his dream, there was this casket floating down a river. In the casket was a young man with no face. This is all his dream was, and nothing else, his dream would end. Before I told him what had come to me immediately, I called another friend who was close by. I said, "I need you to witness this. Frank (not his real name), has come to me with a dream and wants to know the interpretation. It's quite serious, and, before I tell him what has come to me, I'd like you to be here as a witness; to hear what is being said." He agreed. I said to Frank, "Now remember, you asked me this. You may not like what I am about to tell you, but I'm going to tell you any way." Frank was a very short tempered young man, very troubled. He was a part of a christian group that we belonged to. We had just come from doing street ministry. Frank used to often get into arguments with people. He was very forceful, and sometimes, quite aggressive. I began to tell him: "The person in the casket is you. The reason the face is missing, is that somewhere deep inside of you, there is something that you are not willing to face, or to deal with. As long as you keep ignoring, and not dealing with this issue, it's going to mean one of two things. First, your spiritual death- signified by the river of water, (Biblically, water is symbolic of the Spirit); or, second, your physical death, signified by the casket." I looked at Frank. He became very upset, very angry. "You don't know what you're talking about! Get away from me!" Frank did not heed the word, he refused the warning. He got mad, and pushed me aside. A few weeks later, it was not determined if it was suicide, or an accident, but Frank ended up being run over by a semi. He died instantly.

The second, has to do with church leadership. A close family member came to me and said, "I had this strange dream last night. In my dream, a giant cockroach was in our church, walking up and down the aisle, eating people." I told him: "Some one in leadership is going to die, and there is going to be a great falling away." This is exactly what happened. A short time later, one of the church leaders was diagnosed with a terminal illness, and died very quickly. This person was loved by many. Many lost faith and hope, many turned away. The church, for a period of time, and due also to other events, was almost empty.

Then, there are my own dreams. One, a few years ago, when I was still living in Chilliwack, B.C. In this dream, one of my nephews and his girlfriend had come to visit. We were shopping for groceries at Save-On-Foods. No sooner had we exited the store with our purchases, the roof caved in. My dream ended. Now this is not a normal dream. Two weeks later, the roof of the newly completed, Save-On-Foods at Metrotown, in Burnaby, B.C., caved in. Luckily, no one was hurt.

I also had dreams of my brother's and sister's death, two sisters, which too have come to pass.

Eagles are a huge part of my life. Not too long ago I had this dream. In my dream, I was in my home area kicking a soccer ball around with one of my nephews, and a very good friend of ours. We were playing in a sandy area with a lot of dry grass. My nephew kicked the ball, I went running after it. As I was running, I noticed something sticking out of the ground. I took a closer look. To my dismay, it was the beak of an eagle. I dug around the beak, there was its head, then full body. It had been very ruthlessly killed. Its body was covered with coins, deteriorating and rusted. Literally, hundreds of dirty, old coins. A great sadness over came me. I knelt next to the eagle and said a prayer. My dream ended.

I shared this dream with my wife. The interpretation did not come immediately. The thought kept coming to me, that someone was killing eagles for money. I prayed if this be so, let it be revealed. A week or so later, a story broke in the news of many eagles that were found dead, and buried, in the bushes of North Vancouver. The people had been killing them for their parts and selling them. As the story unfolded, there were over two hundred eagles that had been killed. I prayed that justice would be served, and the people responsible for the deaths of these eagles, be found and dealt with accordingly. They were found, as to their final fate, I do not know.

Prophets spoke and the elements obeyed. A couple of weeks ago the forecast called for rain, rain, rain. I awoke at 5:30 am to use the washroom, and, the rain was pelting down on our skylite. I remembered the forecast, and spoke: "I speak the staying of the rain and I call forth the sunshine." When I woke at 7:00, the rain had stopped, and by early morning the sun was shining. The next day called for rain and snow. I spoke, because on these days I had to do a lot of driving: "I speak the staying of the rain and the snow! Again, I call forth the sunshine!" By early morning there was no rain, no snow, only sunshine. I thought I'd leave it at that and think on these things. Coincidence or truth?

Is there really such a thing as a modern day prophet? If so, what can he/she possibly do that can be greater than any thing that has already been done, and recorded, in the bible?

Prophets made requests that were often granted. One time we, a good friend and myself, had trouble remembering this man's name. He was a good friend of ours, but, we couldn't remember his name. We were standing right there talking with him. Afterward, my friend and I were racking our brains trying to remember his name; we couldn't. Before I went to bed I said to the Father, "Father, you know that man's name. Reveal it to me in a dream tonight." That night, I dreamt I was in a church. I was at the back part of the church talking to a lady. This same man walked past, immediately, I asked the lady, "What is that man's name?" She said, "That's Walter. Walter Garcia." I awoke in the morning, I remembered my dream, and went immediately to my friend and said, "Hey! The guy last night, his name is Walter Garcia." He said, "Yeah right. How did you remember?" I told him, "I asked God, and he told me." We laughed a bit and rejoiced.

At another time, my brother Fred and I were helping out our cousin, picking up her grandson at his school and bringing him home. When ever we came to her house she usually offered us food and drink. This one day I had a craving for home made chow mein. I said, "Father, if she offers me food today, let it be home made chow mein." I walked in the door with the grandson, the first words to come out of her mouth were, "Are you hungry? Would you like some home made chow mein?" I smiled, and said yes.

There are many more significant happenings. Some major, others small reminders that I, we, are not alone.

There are many real life experiences. There are the two lightning strikes, each, within about a twenty, to twenty five foot range of me. Each time, I was enshrouded in a sheet of blinding, pure, white light, with the exploding sound of thunder, deafening my ears. The one strike hit the top of a church building a few feet away, with every car alarm throughout the street going off. Me? I buckled to the ground with my hands covering my ears, and eyes shut, under the presence of such raw, natural power. The second strike, about a week later, hit a tree about twenty five feet away, snapping of the top part entirely. Again, I found myself enshrouded by pure white light, with the deafening sound of thunder exploding inches from my ears. I came to, I had staggered to the center of the bridge, luckily there were no cars coming. I shouted, "Alright! Alright Father! What is it? What is it that you want?" "If you're trying to tell me that you're powerful, I know! I know that you are powerful!" I continued on my way home.

Going back to dreams, about a week ago, I dreamt that I was in my village of Kincolith. I was on the cement walk way going into the Christ Church. I had on garments fitted for a prophet, and a long, brown, wooden staff in my hand. The staff was about six feet long, and the upper part of it was covered with two to three inch wooden spikes. I stood underneath the grey cast sky, facing the church. Snow was falling very heavily. Snow had also piled a few inches on the ground. There was a certain darkness about it, a very unpleasant feeling. I raised my staff and shouted: "I speak the staying of the snow and I call forth the sunshine." Immediately, the snow stopped. The snow that was on the ground began to melt, roll back, as a blanket that is being pulled from a bed. All the snow was gone and the sun began to shine. Later on in the dream, a group of people from a local church were walking toward me. One man among them ran to their pastor and said, "See. This is the man that did what you have just witnessed. He spoke to the elements, and they listened." The pastor, some one I know in real life, looked at me. His look was of fear and apprehension. He tried to connect with my eyes, but he couldn't. My dream ended.

The reason I've written all this is that I know, there is great penalty for the one who abuses the office/gifting, of the prophet; if indeed, this is my calling. I know, that in one instance in particular, I am guilty of this. In a moment of anger, I blurted out to another some thing that I had felt, had been totally confident of, by the dreams this individual had been sharing with me; this involved death. I hurt this person, tremendously. I have confessed my wrong to this person, and I, we, have made amends. We have chosen to forgive. In earnest prayer, I have made request to the Father, that death would not be upon this individual; and, for my misuse of the gift, that this sentence be moved upon me. If it be so, that His will be done on earth, as it is in heaven, concerning this. I question, is this enough that my sentence be passed. Of this, I am not certain. The misuse of this gift is punishable by the taking away of this gift, or, even by death. There is a tremendous responsiblility that comes with bearing such a gift, I pray always, if I continue to be groomed in it, that I use it wisely.

If I die, it will not be because of what the Lord has done, or anything that man has done to me. Do not hold this against any one. It will be because I have been served by the highest court of the universe, and my punishment, fitting to my crime. Remember, my family, God is still God, and always will be God. Nothing will ever change this: Nothing! I want you to continue praising him; continue up lifing his name. Keep on worshipping him. Keep on living for Him. He's God above all Gods: King of Kings; and Lord of Lords...there is none other like unto him. NOTHING...will ever change this. My punishment will not negate my entrance into heaven, I will still meet you there. It will, however, forfeit all the glory that lie before me, in what ever it is that God wanted to do through me. This will be passed onto some one else.

What is my greatest fear? This is my greatest fear: that all that I've longed so much for, in the awesome display of God's power, I may not live to see.

Herein lies a warning for every one else outside of us: Psalms 105-15: "Saying, touch not mine annointed, and do my prophets no harm."

I feel what needed to be written, has been written. The undeniable tugging of my spirit, for now, has subsided. I know, it will come again.

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Artists: Allen and Aaron Hicks
- posted by Free2write @ 3:08 PM