Connection to a Christian from Maryland
This prophetic word mirrors the story of Harriet Tubman, the famed “Moses of her people,” who lived in Maryland before leading hundreds of enslaved souls to freedom through the Underground Railroad. Tubman’s life is a living echo of Chapter 1’s clock of redemption and Chapter 2’s awakening of the Bride. She was a woman who, though wounded by oppression and marked by trauma, walked in supernatural communion with God. Her visions, dreams, and prophetic insights guided her through impossible circumstances — much like those “carried away in the Spirit to a great and high mountain.”
In Maryland’s darkness, Tubman heard divine instructions as clearly as if angels spoke to her. She trusted the voice of God more than the wisdom of men, fulfilling the prophetic image of one “schooled in His presence.” The freedom she brought to others was more than political — it was a living manifestation of the Lord’s decree: “Healing, freedom, and increase are taking place.”
The word’s emphasis on redeeming lost time also finds resonance in Tubman’s later years. Though she never learned to read, she carried a deep understanding of Scripture, often quoting Revelation and Exodus as promises of deliverance. Like the Bride clothed in righteousness, she became a symbol of endurance transformed into glory. Her Maryland roots — in a land of bondage — became the very soil from which revival and freedom sprang forth, proving again that the Lord takes what the enemy meant for captivity and turns it into a testimony of divine restoration.
Chapter 1 – The Mountain of Healing and the Clock of Redemption
I was carried in the Spirit to a great and high mountain, and from that place, I saw the holy city descending — radiant, pure, alive with the light of God. The air itself sang of healing, freedom, and increase. From the throne came a decree that the time of delay was breaking, and the Lord was redeeming the lost years His people had mourned. I saw the CLOCK of heaven — the same one that many had stared at in grief, counting wasted time — and Jesus Himself touched it. When His hand met the clock’s face, time began to glow, not with loss but with restoration. Every tick became a heartbeat of mercy, every moment a seed of divine recovery.
The Spirit spoke, “Do not say, ‘I am late.’ For I, the Alpha and the Omega, redeem even the hours that sorrow devoured.” Then I saw the saints rise like trees along a living river, each bearing fruit in its season — a new fruit for every month, a symbol of ongoing transformation. These were those who had endured long nights of silence, who had been told they were disqualified or forgotten. Yet the Lord said, “You are My Philadelphia people — faithful in small strength, yet steadfast in love. I am setting before you an open door no man can shut.”
The ground trembled as voices rose in prayer, echoing those of the revivalists of old — the Sankeys, the Moodys, the Mount Hermon students — those who built their houses upon faith and labor. I heard the cry of pastors who spent their lives lifting the hearts of multitudes, and I felt the joy of the ancestors who still stand in witness to the promises of God. The Spirit said, “The same fire that once filled the upper room is stirring again in this generation. Do not mourn the past revivals — stand, for you are the continuation of their song.”
Then came the angel of Revelation 20, holding a scroll of judgment and promise. He declared that the battle is shifting, the Kingdom is advancing, and the saints are being positioned in places they never imagined. The same hands that once trembled now lifted with authority. The same voices once silenced now thundered with decree. And in the midst of it, the Lamb stood radiant — His wounds now windows of glory, forever testifying that suffering has become the gateway to reigning.
Chapter 2 – The Awakening of the Bride and the Restoration of the Word
The Lord spoke again, “I am calling My Bride to rise in righteousness, clothed in fine linen, clean and white — for her beauty is not born of ease but of endurance.” I saw saints who had walked through the furnaces of grief, now shining with an inner fire. Their prayers mingled with the sound of an ancient song, the same melody that once filled the prayer halls of Northfield, the conference grounds, and the humble sanctuaries where faith built nations. These were those who, like Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, trusted in promises unseen — and their faith became the seedbed of awakening.
The Spirit continued: “I am schooling My people again in the authority of My Word. My sons and daughters will no longer quote My truth without power. They will speak, and creation will answer. They will decree, and mountains will move. For I have magnified My Word above all My Name, and I am restoring reverence to those who tremble at its sound.”
Then I saw a generation of intercessors rising — dreamers and reformers — holding worn family Bibles, their pages stained by tears. They prayed not for platforms but for presence, not for fame but for fire. Heaven responded with an outpouring like Pentecost. The 120 became thousands, the thousands became multitudes, and across the nations the cry of revival shook even the coldest altars.
But the Spirit warned, “Do not mistake emotion for anointing, nor movement for transformation. Only those who abide in love will carry lasting glory.” I saw the Lord turn His gaze to those hidden in silence — especially His daughters who had been bound by fear and forgotten by systems of men. And He said, “The very places where the enemy sought to hide you, I will ignite with My favor. From the shadows will come songs of destiny, and through your voice the nations will remember mercy.”
Then a trumpet sounded, and a multitude stood clothed in light, declaring, “Worthy is the Lamb!” The atmosphere was alive with purpose. The Word of God was no longer a text but a living flame. The Bride was radiant, and the King was near. I knew then — we are not waiting for revival; we are its embodiment. The city descending is not merely a future hope but a present unveiling — the holy Jerusalem rising within hearts that have been purified by love.
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