THE CHURCH AGE PASSES

BY:  ELAINE COOK

Written 1966, Revised 1993

THE COMFORTER CAME

A SIGN

“Now all these things happened unto them for examples and they are written for our admonition upon whom the ends of the world (age) are come.” (I Cor. l0:ll)

Paul was a chosen vessel of his day to lay the foundation for a new age, even the Age of Grace often referred to as the Church Age. For “the law and the prophets were until John…” But the hard-line Jewish elders could not see that the Age of the Law was passing and consequently regarded anyone who spoke these things as an imposter and as one who caused grave danger to their position. Hence the suffering of the apostle Paul, for as he taught with all patience and long suffering the mysteries of the gospel, these spirits of the elders would lash out at him, eventually leading to stonings and imprisonment.

Paul referred to himself as “one born out of due time”. The margin renders this ‘abortive”. I believe he was born about two thousand years ahead of time, for the sons of God will be manifest in our generation and Paul was manifest to his generation as one of the sons of God. Why do I say this? One reason I could give is that he gloried in suffering for Christ. It is only in recent years that the Spirit has been getting through to us to praise Him for all things and to rejoice in suffering for Him, which truths Paul walked in daily. Also, he was given the wisdom to explain the mysteries of the gospel.

As Paul was chosen to introduce a new dispensation, so you and I today are introducing a new day of God’s kingdom coming to this earth, for today he who will press in will receive the revelation. “Which in other ages was not made known unto the sons of men, as it is now revealed unto his holy apostles and prophets by the Spirit.Eph. 3:5

History repeats itself, for as we speak of the present Church Age passing away, the elders and those bound by tradition, lash out at us and stone us as well (verbally, at least). The Spirit witnesses that we are on the verge of persecution, but pass away it must as the Lord is showing by signs in the earth. My desire is to share with you my personal testimony in regard to this subject, beginning with a scripture and a prophecy that I received from the Lord

“And shall not God avenge his own elect, which cry day and night unto him, though he bear long with them? I tell you that he will avenge them speedily. Nevertheless when the Son of man cometh, shall he find faith on the earth?” Luke l8:7, 8.

“For am I not He that trieth the reins? And do I not, through thee, try many of My people, to see if they will ascend up higher with Me, or no. If I had made of thee some great vessel and given unto thee a name and honor therewith, it would be that some would follow after thee even for this. But this I have not done, but I have caused thee to be small in their eyes, even in thy substance, and in thy place in the eyes of men with whom thou hast to do. For this cause, those that choose to follow that which thou speakest unto them must be those whose ears have been opened by My Spirit and whose understanding has been enlightened, so that they are able to hear and to desire those things that thou speakest unto them.

“Fret not thine heart but know that offences must come because of the word revealed by My Spirit, but be thou diligent to obey My voice, keeping back nothing when it is the time for it to be revealed, and I shall bless it to those who are prepared. Be or good courage, for it is My good pleasure to give unto thee the kingdom!”

All of my life until l957 had been spent working for the Lord as a moth-eaten pillar of the United Church of Canada. I was most diligently trying to work my way into heaven by my good works, when, by an unusual circumstance, I attended a Pentecostal Church. There, for the first time in my life, I heard the good news of salvation, and with great joy I gave my heart to Jesus.

Gradually, I left my family church, much to the dismay of family and friends. A year later I received the Baptism of the Holy Spirit while alone in my bedroom. (The church was too lukewarm and none were being filled there). Later on, I heard of people in another town, outside of the denominational system who were walking in the gifts of the Spirit, and I desired to know about these things. I was hungry. God made it possible for me to receive good instruction concerning the gifts, and I was so excited and thrilled that the Spirit would manifest Himself in our vessels in these marvelous ways.

The Pentecostal Church I attended was not enthusiastic when I prophesied one morning. They could not have been more shocked if a bomb had exploded in their midst! After this, I was preached at, intimidated, feared, and warned – so I left the system and have never joined it since.

From a child I can remember wanting so badly to hear from God. My childish mind questioned, “Why doesn’t He talk to us anymore? Jesus has been gone for such a long time! I wonder if God still loves us?”

God knew what He would have to allow come into my life before He could trust me to serve Him and obey Him to the fullest extent, as He would require of me. Many years of attending a cold, formal church had left its mark upon me. I had always been well thought of and praised highly in the congregation. Never did I have to be humbled or bear shame for the sake of Christ. After leaving the church, we ministered to different ones who were healed of diverse diseases and I operated in the revelation gifts of the Spirit.

The sad day came when I was stricken with dreaded leukemia, cancer of the blood. It was a very fast-working type, and I sank lower and lower each day, with no hope offered to me by man. I had everything to live for. I was only 33 years old, had a husband and a dear little boy three years old, a lovely home, and a good teaching position. At first, I was rebellious against God for allowing such a thing to happen to me. In this state of mind, I had no faith for healing, and all the prayers of the saints were to no avail. As the days went by, my heart turned to a real soul-searching and seeking after God.

I was desperately seeking the Lord for a scripture to me personally, that I could put my faith in for healing, but none came. Instead, the Lord shone the searchlight of His Holy Spirit upon my heart and showed me that I was ashamed of Him. He showed me that I was careful to pray for or visit only those whom I was sure would receive me kindly, and would find some excuse to pass by those whom I was afraid might revile me in any way. Oh, what a dealing! Suffice it to say, I wept before God and asked Him to give me another chance, promising to serve Him for the rest of my life and do whatever He would require of me. I consecrated my life to Him and I assure you, they were no idle words!

Lying in bed, I had had time to evaluate life, and to look into the yawning jaws of death, to realize that only that which I had done for Christ would last, and it seemed so little in my sight. There was also an inner knowing that my life was truly in His Hands; His power over me was complete and there was not a thing that man could do to help me. This knowledge has been my stay many times when I have found the way too hard, and the obedience required of me by the Lord, too much for my fearful flesh. Though the cruel winds of persecution would blow, though ‘without were fightings, within were fears’, there would be no way back, only a progressive pressing on to know Him through valleys dark and mountains high, finding in it all that my only purpose for living was that His purposes might be wrought in my life.

Several days later the Lord, in His great mercy, gave me three scriptures. The first one was Isaiah 53:5, “But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.” It thrilled my heart, but could it mean me? Perhaps it referred only to those of that day, for Isaiah spoke in the present tense, ‘are healed.’

Then, the Spirit led me to I Peter 2:24“Who his own self bare our sins in is own body on the tree, that we, being dad to sins, should live unto righteousness: by whose stripes ye were healed.” Suddenly I saw that Isaiah was looking forward to Christ’s sacrifice by faith, while Peter was speaking of something that had already been accomplished. It was done! Still the doubts continued to push forward in my mind. “But does this mean Me? I know He has paid the price for my healing, but does it include this horrible thing that is devouring my life’s blood? Is He sufficient for this?”

The Word says, “He shall take the things of mine and show them unto you.” He breathed into my heart the scripture that would dissolve all my doubts and fears: Psalm l03:3“Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits: Who forgiveth all thine iniquities: who healeth all thy diseases.” I took a deep breath. It said all thy diseases, so it must mean this dreadful one too! It says ‘thy’, so that means ‘your’ to the person who is reading it, so the Lord must be speaking personally to me!

Like a rushing river, the faith of God flooded my heart, and I knew that the Lord would heal me! I asked my husband that evening to call one of the brethren to pray for me -someone who would pray the prayer of faith for me. I didn’t want any begging prayer; for I knew that it was as good as done. It seemed that all the prayer warriors were out of town, so he called Bro. Clarence Moody of Lacombe, several hundred miles away. He was not told the nature of my condition, but the Lord revealed it all to him by the revelation gifts of the Spirit. He commanded the spirit of cancer to leave my body. It did, and with it went the pain. From that time on I began to receive strength until I was completely well and was able to return to my teaching position.

The doctor, when he saw the great improvement in me, shook his head and called me a ‘very, very lucky woman’. I answered, “This is not luck. This is the answer to prayer. The Lord has done it.” He acknowledged kindly that must be so, and seemed very happy for me. As a mute testimony that he knew God had done what he was unable to do, he never sent me a bill for any of his services. Yet another witness of the Lord’s healing power in my life was a recent blood test which showed my blood hemoglobin to be 93 out of l00, and the average for my age group is 85. Bless the Lord, Oh my soul, and all that is within me, bless His holy Name!

Now all of the foregoing I have told many, but it was just a needful dealing to prepare me for what was to follow which the Lord would have me to tell you. Let me begin by saying that, although I am a healthy person in every respect, it seems as if I can have a child only when it is in the will of the Lord. At any other time, my womb is shut up. I mentioned a three-year-old son, Stephen, for whom I had prayed. When he was born, he wasn’t coming straight, so they performed a Caesarian operation to deliver him. They gave me a blood transfusion afterwards, as I was very weak. Needless to say, I didn’t feel I should have another child for several years after being healed of leukemia, just to be sure my blood was strong enough to be able to stand another operation. (This was my idea, anyway).

I was healed in October, and the following May, while in prayer, the Lord spoke to me that He was going to give me a baby girl, and that He would use her for His glory. He told me that He desired that she come forth, not by the hands of man, but by His Spirit.

This really took my breath away and I knew that I could never have imagined such a thing, for I did not even desire a child so soon. And as for having one normally, in the usual labor, or with the ministry of the Spirit easing the birth as I had heard of, this thought was far from me, for the doctor had said if I should have any ore children, I should have to have a Caesarian.

According to the word of the Lord unto me, I was with child the following month, and even though I did not understand why, I knew I must obey the Lord in this. After all, He had given me back my life. The Spirit named the child “Faith Melodie” (a song of faith).

I felt very well. The brethren prayed often for me, and I did not go to a doctor. An undenominational group had formed during a revival as a result of my healing. Each one upheld me in a precious way. The pastor’s wife and another sister felt to be with me at the delivery in my home. I lived only two blocks from the hospital should complications arise. Previously, I had gone to a specialist in Edmonton, a city l20 miles from my hometown.

My parents and family started to make a fuss over my plans and insisted I see their doctor, which I did. He said everything was fine and he saw no reason why I could not have the child normally.

At eight months I started into labor and my attendants were both present, along with the pastor and my husband. Everything went well. They prayed for me, and I had no pain at all. I could feel my muscles moving as easily as you flex your hand. I was praising God and rejoicing upon my bed for hours, as I felt His presence mightily with me. It was a tremendous experience. This continued all day and about nine p.m. the waters broke, indicating that the process would soon be coming to a climax – when all hell broke loose!

My family (carnal, knowing nothing of spiritual things or the power of God) walked in and in a short time had summoned two doctors, an ambulance, and a police car. They mocked me and threatened my husband that if he did not have me in that ambulance on my way to the city hospital, they would put him in jail for trying to take this baby’s life! Oh, what a striving there was between the two factions – flesh against spirit: spirit against flesh – one side claiming that the Lord was able; the other side, that only man was able to deliver. Their main argument was that there was no blood in this town, and should they have to operate on me, there would be no blood for a transfusion. When I could stand their threats no longer, I submitted and went in the ambulance.

It was New Year ’s Eve of l960 (when the old is passing away to make way for the new) and the teenage driver of the ambulance had already been having his share of holiday liquor, and drove like a madman on the busy highway. I just had to commit myself completely into the Lord’s hands, for I couldn’t understand why everything had turned out so dreadfully when all I was trying to do was to obey Him.

After all this excitement, all the contractions ceased and I just slept. They kept me under observation in the hospital for five days. The baby did not try to come again, so they said if I would be careful I might be able to keep it for the full nine months. At that time they would operate on me. Under no circumstances would they hear of letting me even try to have my baby normally.

I did not know why this had happened this way, for I was just trying to obey what the Lord had said to me. Returning home, I found that the whole town was astir; as it was rumored about that I had tried to take my baby’s life. Little did they know that this was a child promised of God, and that I loved her with all my heart before she even came forth. We were in a spiritual warfare, as the spiritual Christians defended me against the evil accusations of the carnal ones. The worldly people took no side against me. It was only the religious ones who have a form of godliness, but deny the power thereof. I felt I had failed the Lord by not having enough faith for her healing, but most of all, I felt He had failed me! I had surrendered all our material possessions and my life to His service, and now it seemed that He was not able to keep that which I had committed unto Him.

I felt just like the Bride of Christ is going to feel when the days of tribulation come upon her, and she is unprepared for them. She believes that she will be caught away at the first sign of real trouble, and will not have to endure any of the judgments that are coming upon the earth. They shall come upon her suddenly, and shall find her unprepared, for her teaching has taught her to seek only for a blessing. She has not learned how to overcome, and to stand in the hard places. She will say as I did, “Why, Lord, I have given up so many things for You. I have tithed faithfully, and attended church regularly. Surely You would not forsake me now and let my eyes see trouble and distress.”

She does not realize that the manchild that she has brought forth, even cast out of herself, as it were, shall be they who shall be caught up unto God, and to His throne. For they are virgins, who have not been defiled with women (the church systems of Babylon). She cannot believe that her portion is the wilderness place, for she has been trusting in her own righteousness and looking to the carnal head of man as her Lord. Now the Lord must test her, and try her, and prove her in the wilderness that she might be that one of whom the Spirit speaks: “Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved?” She must be brought to that place where she will be able to say from the depths of her heart, “Though He slay me, yet will I trust Him.” (“When the Son of man cometh, shall He find faith on the earth?”)

Everything within me rebelled against continuing on in the ways of God, pressing in to know His voice, to be led by His Spirit, to be taught by Him in His Word. The price seemed too great to pay. It would be so much easier to go back to being a Sunday-meeting Christian again, and leave all the spiritual responsibilities on the shoulders of the pastor. No, I would never go back into the world, but I would settle down like so many others and just not give the Lord my all, because I had trusted Him to deliver, and I felt that He had ailed me.

Have you ever felt like this, dear friend? Have you felt that the way was just too hard? Then perhaps you have also felt as I did when I considered going back, and found that there was no way back! It was as if that realm of life, of the church age, had passed away for me, and I could find no way back to it. Believe me, my brethren, the Church Age is passing away, and great is the distress as it passes and God ushers in the kingdom in our individual lives. We feel as a child bereft of its mother, for we have been comforted and fed and protected by this woman for so long that we know not how to stand “terrible as an army with banners”.

But the wilderness place is needful that we might come forth as that one that He might present to Himself, even “a glorious church, not having spot, or wrinkle, or any such thing; but that it should be holy and without blemish.” He must cleanse us so that we are no longer as A speckled bird” unto Him, but a pure white dove, like unto His Spirit.

Only a year after this experience the Spirit spoke to my heart that He wished to cleanse me from the hurt of what I had gone through, and following is the prophetic travailing prayer, which I had at that time.

“Why didn’t You leave us to die in the wilderness? Why did You say unto us, ‘Possess this land and subdue it?’ Don’t You know the enemy is too strong for us, and we are unable to possess it?

“Lord, wherein can I bear and give suck? Shall I die in this wilderness? Lord, You have promised us a land. Where is the fire and cloud to guide us? Where art Thou, Lord?”

“We are counted as an unclean thing by the nations round about us. They despise us because we trust not in their gods of stone. They say unto us, “Where is your God?” Lord, what can we say? Where art Thou? Why hast Thou left us barren and unfruitful, that they might say, ‘Hast Zion brought forth death? Oh God, is there no end of death to Thy people? Oh God, when shall the rivers of life proceed forth from thee, O God, that they may mock Thee no longer? O Lord, even thy Name is vain in the midst of us. It is used in emptiness. The heathen also have taken thy Name and they swear by it as if they were one of Yours.

“O God, when will we be done with the threshing-floor? Oh, that Thou wouldst separate the wheat from the chaff; that thou wouldst separate the wheat from the tares; that they might know Your people. When will we walk in triumph in Zion, and those that mock shall be as though they were not? They are not Thy people, Lord!

“O God, Thy ark is with us, but it is for judgment on the threshing-floor. O Lord, how long? How long?

“O Lord, even as we stripped ourselves of our own garments (our self-righteousness) before thee and make ourselves bare before Thine eyes, the people have mocked us and said, ‘Where is their beauty that we should desire them? They are despised and rejected of men.’ We are led as sheep to the slaughter all the day long. We were smitten and afflicted, and they hid, as it were, their faces from us.

“Lord, when shall we be clothed upon with that robe from heaven, even that robe of righteousness that fadeth not away? Why stand we naked as a gazing stock before this people, for Lord, we have already heard the cry go forth that we might not pass through this land: ‘Let them not draw water nor eat bread lest they overcome us.’ Our hearts wax faint, Lord, for our little ones. Shall we altogether perish from the earth? Shall the enemy indeed prevail over us? Is there no deliverance for Thy people? Wilt Thou not revive them again in the midst of the years, Father? O God, wilt Thou not send Thine ark before us, even the angel of Thy presence in the midst of us? Wilt thou not even hide us in Thine ark, Lord, that we might abide in that most Holy Place with thee? for Thou art our covert from the storm. We have none other.

“O Lord, be not far from any one of us, for though our flesh is weak, we put our trust in Thee. To whom else can we turn, for Thou has the words of eternal life. O Lord, bring us to Zion, that we might praise thee, that we might be as a city set upon a hill; a people that do know their God and do exploits in His Name.” 

THE COMFORTER CAME

The day following the death of Faith Melodie, I was lying upon my bed, feeling utterly defeated and helpless. Gradually, I began to feel a sensation like that of a warm blanket spreading all over me, and with it came the realization that I was being enveloped by someone’s prayers. The heavy burden began to lift and I found these words arising from my innermost being: “Though He slay me, yet will I trust Him.” When I spoke the words aloud as a prayer, I knew that I could withhold nothing from my Lord. If He wanted my life or the life of my child, it mattered not. He was God and I had given Him my all. This was for me my Garden of Gethsemane, and I found that each one of us who would walk with Him in white must come to this place of full surrender. All the thought I had had of going back to serving the Lord as another Sunday Christian flew away, for He gave me peace.

The authorities absolved from all blame on the part of Faith Melodie’s death, due to weather and road conditions. The doctor felt she must have had a rheumatic heart condition and admitted that he could not have saved her even if we had come in. This was a great burden off our shoulders.

As there was no undertaker in this far northern town, the burden of preparing the little body for burial fell upon us. In their love, an Indian Christian who was a carpenter built a small coffin for her. His wife and children lined it with white satin and decorated the top with flowers made out of Kleenex (paper tissues). Their thoughtfulness helped to ease our pain.

My family offered to come up to be with us at this time, but we told them we could manage because they were not too well to travel that far. But, the missionaries returned in time to join us for the burial service. As the Spirit had witnessed, they did come home by the Hart Highway, in a hard, rushed trip. They told us of speaking to a group after hearing our sad news the day after the baby’s death. They asked all the people to stand and pray that the Lord would comfort us and give us peace. That was the same time that I felt that warm blanket of love come over me, and I was able to fully yield it all to Jesus and receive His peace. Some time later I was able to meet one of those brethren who told me that for weeks the Holy Spirit would remind him to pray for us, just when he thought he had finished his prayers. He said, “Many nights the Lord got me out of bed to pray for you!” What a Comforter we have! We may go through hard places, but not without the comfort of His love!

The day came when we had to prepare the baby’s body for burial. I found the thought of even looking upon her dead body very hard, for since a child, I had had a strange fear of death. We prayed and asked the Lord to help us. We sent the children outside while we went into the cold porch where we stood beside that little body wrapped up in a big quilt. Neither of us seemed able to reach out and unwrap the blanket from her still form.

As we stood there, our hearts full of grief and doubts and fears, suddenly the presence of God filled that little room. The Spirit moved upon me like a surge of new life and began to speak through me, “Why stand ye here weeping over this vessel of clay? Know ye not that she is safe in My arms? Know ye not that that which hath been done, hath been done of Me? If ye would weep, weep for those who know Me not, who know not whither they shall go. Weep not for thy little one, for she doth behold My face. I have many things to speak unto thee concerning this that I have done, and I shall tell thee of them from time-to-time as thou art able to bear them.”

With those precious words from the Lord, such a great peace came over me that I knew at last, the reality of Jesus as the ‘Prince of Peace.’ It was as if scales had been removed from my eyes, and I could see clearly the difference between flesh and spirit. All fear of death fled. This was not my baby! Faith Melodie was safe in Jesus’ arms! The sting of death was gone, replaced by the reality of life eternal! I washed and dressed her and it didn’t hurt at all. It seemed her body was just a doll. My real baby was beholding the face of our lovely Lord.

A SIGN

In the ensuing days, the Spirit of the Lord began to deal with me that He had given me this girl child as a sign of spiritual things, and that she spoke of the Church Age (the church is always symbolically portrayed as a woman), and that this Church Age is passing away in its immature state. Faith Melodie was just learning to walk, at thirteen months, and would walk a few steps by herself and then would lose confidence and would hold on to something for the next few steps. This is the way we are in the Spirit – we let the Lord lead us a little, and then we fearfully hang on to our own way and our carnal minds, lacking complete faith in the Lord to lead us fully, and to direct our walk. We stumble and fall because of our spiritual immaturity.

Those who are unprepared for the passing away of this dispensation and the ushering in of the kingdom of God, will feel just as hopeless as I felt at Faith’s death – that God was unable o deliver – that they had trusted Him and that He had failed to rapture them! Now they were in trouble and they were not being removed from it as the old age and its ways pass from them. I was shown that their song of faith (Faith Melodie) would be removed from them.

The Spirit likened the circumstances of her birth to the time when God poured out His Spirit at the beginning of this Church Age, because He desired His Church to come forth, not by the hands of man, but by His Spirit. But we can clearly see when we look at the church system today, that the flesh has prevailed over the Spirit, and what has come forth has come by the hands of man (even as it was in her birth).

This man-made system has counted the blood of the covenant wherewith we are sanctified, an unholy thing, and hath done despite unto the Spirit of grace. Even as the religious ones cried out when the Spirit would bring forth wee Faith, “We have no blood”, so Babylon is not putting her trust in the shed blood of Jesus Christ, but in her many programs of works and self-righteous duties and obligations, to which there is no end. The blood of Jesus has not been applied for their cleansing, neither have they used it as a weapon of warfare against the enemy. Many extolling words have been spoken about the Blood, but it has never been applied by faith, bringing forth the power therein. The Blood, speaking of the very life of Christ, has been conspicuously absent from their midst, for they have made flesh their arm.

When I cried out to the Lord that He would not let His Church die (for He had promised that the gates of hell should not prevail against it), I did not have my spiritual eyes opened to discern that the true church consists of those who are joined in unity with Christ. This is the church that shall not pass away! That harlot system that has man as its head, consists of innumerable denominations, each claiming to be the true Bride of Christ. They put forth a multitude of creeds and ordinances of man which, if kept, are supposed to assure one of salvation! Babylon is her name, and she shall surely fall!

Quoting from THE PAGE by George Hawtin: “They have mistaken learning for the knowledge of truth. They have gifts and imagine this to be the grace of God. Wit and oratory are mistaken for wisdom and anointing. Ordinances abound, but the will of Him who purposes all things is far from them and they are poor indeed. What other word but wretched could more adequately describe the condition of the present harlot thing that insists upon calling herself THE CHURCH?

Wretched is she in every sense and pitied by all who have discovered the truth, poor and poverty-stricken in soul and spirit while boasting of great riches, starving to death in the midst of her imagined abundance, blind and deaf because she can neither see her state nor recognize the danger of living in it. Lacking godliness and virtue, she cannot see afar off and has forgotten that she was once purged from her sins. Her gold and silver are cankered. Her wine is mingled with water. The garment of Christ’s righteousness is changed for the filthy rags of profession, self-righteousness, and church membership. But these will not suffice; neither will they endure the scrutiny of the judgment of God.” (Unquote).

But, praise God, this in-part, carnal, immature age is passing away to make way for the Kingdom Age – a time of fullness, when the Spirit of God shall have preeminence over the flesh! Hallelujah!

In August of l967, the Lord began to deal with me again about this sign in my life and to clarify it to me as He had promised. He reminded me of the three visions He gave of the man on the white horse who fell in the ditch and was helpless to rise. He showed me that the carnal heads of the church system (man’s mind, the traditions of men), were, in essence, man usurping authority over the Holy Spirit. It seemed as if the white horse was the Spirit of Truth, and man held the reins and ruled over the way the Spirit should go. Because of this, truth is fallen in the street. “None calleth for justice, nor any pleadeth for truth: they trust in vanity, speak lies; they conceive mischief, and bring forth iniquity. . . . And judgment is turned away backward, and justice standeth afar off: for truth is fallen in the street, and equity cannot enter. Yea, truth faileth; and he that departeth from evil maketh himself a prey: and the Lord saw it, and it displeased him that there was no judgment. Isa. 59:4, l4, l5

In the first printing of my experience, I had leaned upon George Hawtin’s interpretation of the white horse as being the apostate church. Since that time I have received more light upon this and now understand that the white horse of Rev. 6:2 is TRUTH. Marie Tolbert saw the four horses in a remarkable vision (printed in Issue #7l of The Gospel of the Kingdom). She saw the rider on the white horse and he had a name written across him, and it was TRUTH. She saw that this horse and rider came on the scene at the time of the Reformation, for she heard the Rider say, “The just shall live by faith.” Surely, as the coming of the Lord is so close, we have seen truth fall as if it could not rise again; we have seen faith wither and fail in the earth. (“Shall He find faith on the earth when He comes?”)

Yet the Lord spoke to her in the vision, “Men have walked in darkness and the steps they have taken have transgressed every law of faith, but there shall come a time when there shall be an end to darkness and men shall walk in the light and transgress no more. Then shall the sins of men be revealed, for there cometh a people who will speak truth and it shall judge every man accordingly. The sins of men shall be revealed and their iniquity shall be uncovered. I ride the earth until the Mystery of Godliness shall again be made manifest.” (Unquote)

The Spirit of the Lord was portraying through these strange happenings in my life that truth would fall as this immature, in-part Church Age was passing away. Do we have any scriptural backing for this statement? Consider what happened just before the Age of the Law passed away. The believers of that day had lost their vision (even as today) and offered to the Lord blemished sacrifices, which He refused to accept. He said: “I do not want all these sacrifices. I am not pleased by the blood of bulls, lambs, and goats . . . I can’t stand the evil you do in your holy meetings. . . These are the people I am pleased with: those who are not proud or stubborn and who fear My Word. but those people who kill bulls as a sacrifice to Me are like those who kill people. Those who kill sheep as a sacrifice are like those who offer Me the blood of pigs. . . These people choose their own ways, not mine, and they love the terrible things they do.” (Isa. l:ll, l3; 66:2, 3) (New Century Version)

At this low time of Israel’s faith, the Lord appeared on the scene to bring in a new age and a new covenant. In so doing, “He hath made the first old. Now that which decayeth and waxeth old is ready to vanish away (fade out).” Heb. 8:l3. Now, we have walked in that New Covenant for almost 2000 years and we find the same decaying influences operating in this age as we did in Moses’ time. The indictment is still: “These people choose their own ways, not Mine.” Isa. 66:3.

What signs do we see, in our day, of this present in-part Church Age also “decaying and waxing old ready to pass away?” Around l830, higher criticism came in which set about to dissect the letter of scripture to prove it was but human and not divine. Those learned professors did not see the Bible as a living thing to teach people to know God, but only a dead thing to be dissected and criticized. Many people fell away from the truth, as their faith in God’s written word was taken from them.

It should be apparent to all that we are in the time of the Laodicean Church when faith is lukewarm and the Spirit cries: “. . . because thou art lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will spew thee out of my mouth. Because thou sayest, I am rich, and increased with goods, and have need of nothing; and knowest not that thou art wretched, and miserable, and poor, and blind, and naked.” Rev. 3:l6, l7

During this latter time, the Spirit has been calling a remnant out of the church system with this cry: I counsel thee to buy of Me gold I tried in the fire, that thou mayest be rich; and white raiment, that thou mayest be clothed, and that the shame of thy nakedness do not appear; and anoint thine eyes with eye-salve, that thou mayest see.” Rev. 3:l8

Since l987 we have seen this church system falling from the top, as its brightest lights have fallen, one after another. In addition, the World Council of Churches has been infiltrated by Marxist doctrines to the place where it embraces every false cult, occult practices, and heathen idolatry. Surely the Lord is spewing such out of His mouth! Surely truth is fallen and seems unable to rise! The white horse of Truth seems no longer to have power to rise again.

The lord brought before me the time my husband tried to breathe life into Faith’s dead body. With it, I was given these words, “We have brought forth wind.” I didn’t know if there was such a statement in scripture, but I found it in Isa. 26:l7, l8. “Like as a woman with child, that draweth near the time of her delivery, is in pain, and crieth out in her pangs, so have we been in pain, we have as it were brought forth wind; we have not wrought any deliverance in the earth; neither have the inhabitants of the world fallen.”

When I questioned the Lord about why He brought this strange sign to pass in my life, He led me to Hosea and showed me how He portrayed spiritual truths through having Hosea take an harlot to wife and having children by her. The Lord used Hosea as a sign prophet to show His people their spiritual state. I said, “Yes, Lord, I believe You did such things in those days, but You don’t any more, do You?” Then He asked me a question: “Do I still have prophets today?” I had to answer, “Why, yes, Lord.”

He returned, “Can I not use them in any way that I desire, even to portray spiritual truths unto My people by a sign in their natural lives?” Then He told me how that we were coming into a place where, as Joshua said, “We have not passed this way before,” and it was needful to teach us of this way through the ministry of the prophets, as He h as done in every new dealing with His people. To clinch it, He spoke to me Hosea l2:l0: “I have also spoken by the prophets, and I have multiplied visions and used similitudes, by the ministry of the prophets.”

This in-part Church Age is passing away. The Age of the Kingdom of God is at hand for all who will reach out by faith and walk in it. The requirements are simple: “. . .and shalt honor Him, not doing thine own ways, nor finding thine own pleasure, nor speaking thine own words” Isa. 58:l3. As I began to behold with my eyes the disintegration of the Church Age and to discern in my spirit His coming in a new dimension to His remnant, I heard the Spirit whisper to me: “This is that which I portrayed through the child that I lent unto thee. Rejoice that thou hast been spared to see the reality of all that I showed thee, come to pass.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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