This month’s entry comes as a personal spanking from my Heavenly Father. Let me explain:
I received a letter from a young man, (well young to me – he was about to retire) that held such a complicated question in it that, after an hour of writing the answer and getting only half way to resolving it – I wrote and asked for the gentleman’s telephone number, so that I might personally tell him the answer. (I thought it would take less time than trying to write it.)
The full question was rather long – but the “upshot” of his inquiry was: should he visit Moravian Falls? He said that many ministries were suggesting a visit to this and that location and that he had never found any one of them to be “special” in any way. He felt that dirt was dirt all over the world and one place was no more “special” than any other.
What he was saying sounded valid to me. “Except,” I said “the land to which the Lord calls you, that land is special to you. If the Lord tells you to visit Moravian Falls, then by all means come. Then to you it is special – because God has called you.”
Right after we hung up I said to myself: “No – that is not right. Israel and Jerusalem are special at all times – and should be to us all.”
Following the conversation, I sat down to look through some revelations to find an angel to share with you. I came across June 24, 2006 – (Ten years ago) – and received a rebuke from within the revelations. So, as I put my hand over my mouth, even though shame-faced, I share the angel’s exhortation with you. All dirt is not dirt to the Lord, it seems. I stand corrected.
June 24, 2006 – The ridge of Prayer Mountain
THE ANGEL YOU WHO HEAR PRAYER:
An angel in purple stood near the rainbow vortex on the ridge. I had never seen an angel clothed in purple. I had seen some tipped with purple [the ANGELS OF HIS PRESENCE have robes with purple on them]. But purple is a royal color and I had a good deal of difficulty accepting the color of the robe on an angel.
The angel spoke: “My name is: YOU WHO HEAR PRAYER. When I stand before the Holy One, my name is a reminder that He, by the nature of His goodness and righteousness, has committed Himself to hear prayer. Among ourselves, however, we are known by the shortened name: PRAYER.
As I listened to him, his long sleeved garment seemed to have an under color of scarlet. As I watched, the garment slowly changed to scarlet and his hair seemed to drip blood. Immediately I thought of Jesus in prayer in the garden before His death. My mind also flashed to the blood of the martyrs, (Luke 22:44).
As I continued to look, the garment returned to a purple color and the blood disappeared. I thought of Paul saying that a group of Believers to whom he was writing had not resisted to the point of shedding blood, (Hebrews 12:4).
Then there is the shed blood of Jesus – through whose sacrifice the door is opened to us before our Father – He who hears prayer, (Ephesians 1:7; Hebrews 9:11 & 12).
All of this happened in the blink of an eye.
“Anna,” the angel, YOU WHO HEAR PRAYER continued, “I was sent to the Moravians to assist them in prayer. Many (through the ages from Stephen on until today) have been martyred to make it possible for you and others to be here this day. The Holy One has assigned me to this place to assist those who come to seek Him.”
Suddenly, the purple drained from the garment and flowed, like water, over the top of the ridge and down its sides. The red remained – but then vanished in a split second.
Now his garment was a pale, shimmering golden color. Light poured from him and from the garment. A large halo of light encircled him. This radiance had all the colors of the rainbow.
Almost immediately Jesus stepped from the angel and spoke: “In answer to the prayers of the Moravians,” He said.
Then He vanished leaving the angel called PRAYER on the top of the ridge.
I was so overcome that it took me some time to regain my ability to speak. Finally, I said: “Thank You, Lord”.
Research notes which further clarify this revelation are to be found in the Teaching Archives.
July 2016 Teaching Archives – You Who Hear Prayer