56 GOOD MORNING, HOLY SPIRIT
One day in April I thought, "There must be a reason for
it." I asked, "Lord, why are you doing all of this for me?" I
knew that God doesn't give people spiritual picnics forever.
Then as I began to pray, here is what God revealed to
me. I saw someone standing in front of me. He was totally
in flames, moving uncontrollably; his feet were not
touching the ground. The mouth of this being was opening
and closing—like what the Word describes as "gnashing of
teeth."
At that moment the Lord spoke to me in an audible
voice. He said, "Preach the gospel."
My response, of course, was, "But Lord, I can't talk."
Two nights later the Lord gave me a second dream. I
saw an angel. He had a chain in his hand, attached to a door
that seemed to fill the whole heaven. He pulled it open, and
there were people as far as the eye could see. Souls. They
were all moving toward a large, deep valley—and the
valley was a roaring inferno of fire.
It was frightening. I saw thousands of people falling
into that fire. Those on the front lines were trying to fight it,
but the crush of humanity behind them pushed them into
the flames.
Again, the Lord spoke to me. Very clearly He said, "If
you do not preach, everyone who falls will be your
responsibility." I knew instantly that everything that
happened in my life was for one purpose—to preach the
gospel.
It Happened in Oshawa
The fellowship continued. The glory continued. The
presence of the Lord did not depart; it actually intensified.
The Word became more real. My prayer life became more