The following 'message'
was given as a dream/vision to Bryan Hupperts, who has since started Sheeptrax
As you read this rather unusual dream, please
keep the following testimony in mind:
Pastor Richard Wurmbrand (founder of 'The Voice of the Martyrs') was put in solitary confinement for up to 2 years at at
time while imprisoned by the communist gov't of the Romania. Frustrated
that he could no longer preach, he prayed and was told by the Lord to 'preach
to the angels'. So, he preached out loud in his solitary confinement
cell. Many years later, after his release from prison, he wrote these
sermons down in a small book which he released in America. One day, he
was approached by an American who gave him an astonishing testimony: While
he himself was confined in solitary confinement in a U.S. prison, this
American had (supernaturally) HEARD these sermons. The sermons had caused
him to repent and receive Christ. He always wondered if the sermons
he heard were just in his mind, until he came in contact with Pastor Wurmbrand's
book and read them all, word for word.
This testimony is in the book "From Suffering
To Triumph," the sequel to "Tortured for Christ."
Both books were written by Pastor Richard Wurmbrand.
November 14, 1997
From Prisoner 354-B9
[... This post will seem strange. I was praying
in the Spirit about 3 am when this came. I was wide awake yet had a very
real dream. What I received I pass on to you for prayer and reflection.
To My American cousins in Christ,
It's frigidly cold here this morning. My cell
is unheated and I cannot feel my legs. This is a blessing. Today I will
be beaten and tortured before breakfast and I will not feel the pain as
much. Numbness from the cold makes the tortures bearable. I will have to
remember to scream on que so as not to upset the guards. I wonder if they
are as bored with my cries as I am with their beatings? In prison, everything
becomes routine, even torture.
I prayed for you again. I have much time on my
hands here and thankfully no blood. I once heard a rumor that the churches
in America each had a complete Bible of their very own. Could such a thing
be true? Once at a house church meeting, just before my last arrest - how
many years has it been? - I actually held a page of Scripture in my own
hands and was allowed to read it to the church. I myself was holding the
Word of God. I knew then that I was favored of the Lord. Such a great honor.
In my dream today I went to Heaven again and one
of the Splendid Ones spoke with me about you. He showed me the great Russian
bear - not at all dead as you have supposed - hibernating, rejuvenating,
readying to attack you. Her sharp paws were unsheathed ready to slice and
maul you into submission.
"Why do they disarm? " I asked.
The Splendid One replied, "They are at ease in
Zion but soon will be at ease no more."
"I do not understand," I replied a bit confused.
"Many saints of the West have become wealthy and
do not know that they are really wretched and poor and miserable and blind
and naked. They usually equate the blessing of God with having money. They
do not know of His true riches," said the glorious being.
Then Jesus Himself entered the place where we
were talking. All bowed low and worshipped but I wept bitterly. Though
He knew the answer, he asked me why I wept so. "Lord," I said, "Your sufferings
only lasted a few days and mine have gone on for years. I have suffered
much more than you. Why?"
With a great compassion, He seemed to look right
through me (I felt him do this). He said, "Son, I have allowed you to sip
suffering in small swallows so that your faith would not fail. I swallowed
the dregs of the poison of sin whole. It was a torture you could never
understand and it would have undone you. You have drank of my cup. Be patient
a while longer."
I begged his forgiveness. His hand raised only
to wipe my tears away and he held me close in understanding. I breathed
in the perfume of His grace which seemed to fill me with new Life.
My dear cousins, you are not prepared for the
sufferings to come. Lose this world now and let its claims on you fall
away. If you gain Christ you will lose nothing important.
Not long ago I saw my reflection for the first
time in years from a medicine chest in the infirmary. My teeth have rotted
and I look decayed. My once handsome face is etched with pain. I look like
a corpse straining to draw breath. The doctor gave me hot water to drink
for my illness - we have no medicines here. It helped a little.
I felt so sad for myself and was glad my mother
was dead. My condition would have killed her. As I headed back to my cell,
the Holy Spirit said, "Don't despair. I will show you as you look to me."
I suddenly saw my image reflected in the ice.
The bumps of the icicles took the lines away and I looked young and alive
again. The best part was the snow. It gave the impression that I was dressed
in a white robe of righteousness like the saints in heaven wear. It was
My smiles shock the guards. I can only explain
that He is with me.
Dear American cousins, we are praying for you
so that when night crashes on your land, and it soon will, your faith will
not fail. Put the Cross back in your Gospel preaching and prepare your
people to carry it or they will fall away.
It is very cold here. I am praying for a blanket
or some rags to keep warm with.
He is with me.
A nameless prisoner
His ambassador in chains
firstname.lastname@example.org (Bryan & Cyndi Hupperts)
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