Vision, 26/12/06

The Lord showed me a small boy, a boy who lived in poverty; he was William Booth. A mighty angel of the Lord descended from the heavens and gave William a seed, this seed was The Salvation Army. When the right season had come, William planted this seed, and behold it grew into a great tree, a tree of solid root and foundation, a tree of influence. Out of the tree came ants, ants whom are the soldiers of that day. Each ant had a lantern, a light that it carried. The ants brought light to Great Britain, and soon, the light of holiness, righteousness, and justice reached the world.
After a time, some of these ants began to move 'off track' and gaps in line from the original Army tree began to eventuate. There were black sparrows that would come and eat some ants, whilst others were swept away in black rain. Still the light shone all over the world as the ants did His work, but the lineage to the original tree was far and few between, only a faithful few still came directly from the tree.
The Lord showed me a Mighty Being, an angel of Christ Himself I do not know, but He carried with Him three rods, and came to the tree. One rod was burning on fire, but was not being consumed; the second rod was hollow, and a rushing wind passed straight through it; the third rod was made of bronze, and it was drenched and dripping in blood. The Being then, one at a time, tapped the tree with each rod, and then ascended once more. There was a great stirring in the tree, for it was on fire, breathing of wind, and covered in blood; the tree grew in strength and height, it was prominent, mighty, majestic, and influential, it became a curse to the world, one that was attacked, scoffed at, and persecuted - yet it stood tall, proud, and holy. As all this was happening multitudes of ants, far more then before, stormed out of the tree, an army that had a the heart of a warrior, an unrelenting uncompromising force. And I heard the Lord saying "This is my Army, in them I am well pleased".
I saw these soldiers in human form, they were an old woman, making soup in a kitchen; they were a woman, holding up a prostitute and bathing her; they were a boy, laying hands on the sick and healing them; they were a young girl interceding with Kingdom authority; they were an old man, raising the dead, they were a man, willing to stand, and stand some more.

- Paul