The Harvest Has Begun

7/22/25 10:05 AM
Herald

Dream Received 07/22/2025

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I dreamt I was in a storm shelter, surrounded by a crowd of people. Mounted on one of the wall was a fan, and written across it were the words: “From East to West.” The phrase felt significant.

(Psalm 103:12: “As far as the east is from the west, so far has he removed our transgressions from us.” )

Suddenly, I was moved to leave the shelter. When I stepped outside, I saw children playing as if nothing was wrong. But the sky above was turning ominous—clouds darkened rapidly, nearly pitch black. A deep urgency rose in me, and I began shouting for the children to come inside, urging them toward safety.

As they ran toward the shelter, a great mist fell over the land, silent and heavy. Then, through the mist, I saw Jesus on the Cross—clear and unmistakable. The sight overwhelmed me, and I fell backwards, tears filling my eyes as I lay on the ground, overcome with awe and sorrow.

Then the image of the Cross slowly began to fade. In the stillness, I heard a voice, clear and powerful:
“The harvest has begun.”

As those words echoed, the Cross was replaced by Angels riding white horses, emerging from the mist. Leading them was One—radiant and commanding. He had long, white hair, eyes that blazed with light, and He wore a flowing purple robe. He sat at the front of the host, where the Cross had just been, regal and undeniable.