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A Word to the Church – Elias

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A Word to the Church

December 12, 2020 7:43 AM
Elias

How long must the innocent blood of My babies and little ones cry out to Me from the Earth? Every time the knife, the poison, the forceps begin to take the sacred life from my next generation, they cry out for a savior, an advocate to help them live, yet they perish, for the sake of convenience, or to hide their parents’ sin or for a few dollars. For those who have survived the womb, they become an object of twisted sexual pleasure or a path to more satanic power before their blood is spilled and their organs and blood are sold to the highest bidder. These little ones in the millions cry out for a savior with their dying breath and yet no champion arises. Where are MY Champions? Is my Church deaf or preoccupied or asleep?

Do you not know, have you not heard that the War against humanity and the rest of My Creation is raging? Or do you, My Bride, occupy yourself with another service, another meal, another movie, another raise, another car, or a newer house? You say, ‘I am rich; I have acquired wealth and do not need a thing.’ But you do not realize that you are wretched, pitiful, poor, blind and naked.

Does your heart beat in sync with Mine? Do you hear the millions of cries of those who need a savior as do I? I counsel you to buy from me gold refined in the fire, so you can become rich; and have white clothes to wear, so you can cover your shameful nakedness; and salve to put on your eyes, so you can see.

If My people who are called by My name, humble themselves and pray and turn from their selfish ways them will I hear from Heaven, and I will forgiven your sins and will heal your land!

For the eyes of the Lord range throughout the earth to strengthen those whose hearts are fully committed to him. You have done a foolish thing, and from now on you will be at war.

Church you are in the greatest war of the ages. The prize is the Earth that I gave to you to rule in My stead; humanity, the animals and Earth itself hang in the balance.

I gave My life that My babies and little ones might live and have My abundant life and enjoy My Creation, yet the very ones that I have anointed to love and nurture them, to bless and lead them to me have given them to Baal Molech to empower his kingdom. Where are My warriors? Is this not the time to take up the shield and sword and rise up to cleanse the land of Molech and his worship?

There are already warriors who are receiving their power and instructions from Me and are assaulting and bringing down Molech and Ashtoreth and their fallen angels from their high places above the Earth.

To those who have eyes to see and ears to hear I the Lord your God say: This is a call to arms! For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. Arm yourselves seek My Face and know My heart and you will become My champions. I have released the Spirit of Elijah for this time. It will fill all those who respond to this call! This is a time of great Miracles and mighty men.

For those who say this is too much for me. I say My Holy Spirit is your trainer. Submit your heart to Him and He will reveal My Son, The Savior and Warrior, to you. It is My will to raise up Gideons today. One “litle old lady” who heart is Mine can bring down giants because I AM WITH HER! Hail mighty warriors! We have a Kingdom to bring to Earth!

1/23/19

Elias

 

Dream: What Could Have Been

 

When a child is conceived there is a rush of dreams in imaging what he or she might someday become. Will she be a doctor and cure cancer? Will he be the first man on Mars? What will this child of God’s legacy become?

The other night, I had a dream. I was standing in the throne room of God. As I watched, angels were arriving at the throne, two every second, each carrying a “newborn” baby. (The would-be mothers who died from the procedure would be crossing death’s door at the rate of one every 15 minutes.) Each baby had been cleaned by the angels’ warm tears, swaddled in a cozy blanket, cuddled and protected – angels who had been sent to receive the baby into the world and would stay and protect it throughout its life on earth.

But the angels’ purpose had been cut short by the will of man leaving the responsibility of one last mission: bring the baby safely Home.

The angels presented each little one to their Creator, Father God. He took each one gently from the angel and welcomed the newborns to their eternal home, Heaven. Then He, with tears in His eyes, apologized to the child for its premature death, for it to never see the light of day, or to draw a breath of air, or eat one good meal. The child who would never be held and protected by loving parents. Earthly life was over before it began. This was not the Father’s will. It was simply man’s choice. The Father had created the little innocent one to live. The Father had compassion and wept for each child as His heart breaks two times for every second that passes.

The Father then gave every child its name and placed them into the waiting and loving arms of an overjoyed saint. The saint would now care for it and teach it the ways of Heaven. The saint would lavish love upon the newborn – a love it would have never have received on earth. For now the child was safe, protected, and out of reach of those who had only inflicted harm.

These tiny girls and boys are now secure in the Father’s care.

Consider the loss of innocent life: If a group of terrorists attacked Attica, a mid-west town of 3300 give or take, at 12:00 noon and executed two citizens every second, Attica would be a ghost town in 30 minute and make no mistake, State Police and the national guard troops would be deployed and have the town surrounded.

The number, 3300, is roughly the same amount of US soldiers that were killed in the first 24 hours on the beaches of Normandy in 1944 and approximately the same number of victims murdered on 9/11 at the World Trade Center. It would take over a thousand ambulances and several hours to get everyone evaluated and evacuated to safety.

Now consider the dream in the throne room of God’s house and the discarding of human life. An ending of possibilities in what might have been — that occurs seven days a week, 24-hours a day, 365 days a year and has for the past 35 years. This loss of life equates to 48 Atticas obliterated every day – or 330 towns per week — for a total of 17,190 towns per year. There would be an uprising to save those lives.

But where is the uprising to save innocent babies’ lives?

Is it any wonder that the Father of fathers weeps for the little ones to whom He gave life, so they could be loved and to love, to explore His creation, and to carryout His purpose on earth? Our humanity suffers for the loss too – how many of these millions of innocent lives, these sons and daughters, may have contributed to our humble world in math, science, compassion and have become the next Albert Einstein, or Mother Teresa, or Johann Sebastian Bach, or even Elijah.

Can you imagine what might have been?

Elias

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