August 24, 2015, 2:00 AM. I was awaken by a sound that I had never heard before. I lay there listening for a spell wondering what this was. I got up and went outside and stood on the porch to hear it better. I live in the country and this night there were no sounds, no cows lowing, no coyotes, no dogs, no frogs singing, nothing. It was silent except for this sound. It came from a great distance and it traveled along the mountain. It was some sort of horn. It was not like anything I had ever heard. It was beautiful. It was just one note that started out low and then went high. I stood listening until it stopped.
When it finished, I could not sleep. Immediately, I wrote the experience down in my journal, all the while, Holy Spirit kept saying, “It is a Shofar”.
I did not know what a Shofar was. Neither had I ever heard one.
After a little research, I learned the meaning of a Shofar and its purpose in being blown. Each sound has a meaning, one sound for a call to worship and another a call to war.
This sound meant, “Wake up sleepy church, wake up”.
A year later, I heard a man called, “The Shofar Man” blow the Shofar. When I heard him blow the Shofar, my hair stood on end. It was the same sound that I had heard that night. Though his sound was beautiful, what I heard was much more beautiful.
I have never had a vision. I guess you could call this a hearing vision.
It has awakened me out of my slumber.
Jesus is coming. We are in the last seconds. Wake up, sleepy church, wake up! The King is coming!