The Tapestry Room
I was taken up to heaven by the Lord one day. He led me into a long, rather large room. The room was full of angels, busy caring for a large living tapestry. At one end of the room, standing several stories tall, was a large loom. A spindle, large enough to almost fill the whole height of the room, held a bale of light. The bale held thousands of strands or threads of light that fed into the working end of the loom. The threads of light were woven into a very large and long tapestry. The tapestry was alive with history, starting with creation and moving on to the present time. I could see a bird’s-eye view of everything that was going on in history. I first saw Adam and Eve as they were walking in the garden. I could see them clearly and watch what they were doing, then move my eyes down the tapestry a short distance and see what they were doing then. Before I became engrossed in their lives, Jesus grabbed my arm and started pulling me along the edge of the tapestry. Now the room was long and wide and the tapestry filled the room, leaving only a working aisle on either side to walk along. The tapestry was laying out flat about waist high, so I could bend over and see the details of the history of the world of man as it was recorded in truly living color. As Jesus rushed me along the timeline, I could see things I thought I recognized. I was not given time to stop and examine history, but it was there for the seeing.
I came to a period in history where the living color of the tapestry narrowed to a point. For one moment in time there was darkness across the width of the tapestry, and then the full live color returned, expanding from a narrow point and widening out again to the entire width of the tapestry. I knew I was seeing the time when Jesus died on the cross, was buried, and rose again. Jesus continued to pull me along. All this time, Jesus was having a blast. He was so excited. He had a place to go and was going to get me there. Because of His enthusiasm, I felt as though the place He was taking me was the most important on the whole timeline. I was also getting excited. Where was He taking me? When Jesus is excited, all of heaven is too. The room itself was getting excited, as was the tapestry. Jesus began to slow down and pay attention to the light threads that made up the living tapestry, as if He could see each one, knew each one, and was looking for just one out of the whole. As He slowed down He spoke out loud for the first time since our arrival in the tapestry room. “Look, look. Here, here, here are your grandfathers and grandmothers, here’s your mom and dad…” and leaping up with great joy, He pointed down to the tapestry, “there you are!”
With a whoosh in my spirit I found myself back in my room, sitting in my chair, totally amazed. Jesus was so excited over ME.
I was taken to a large room with several tiers of flooring. The room was not of this world. The room had no walls, yet I could “see” walls. The room had no floor, yet I could stand and walk on the floor. In front of me was a man stooped over working on the base of a stand made of clear glass. The stand was about 3.5 feet tall and at the top was a glass dome like what you would see at a museum with an artifact inside. Inside the glass dome was a golden trumpet hanging in midair. The trumpet could easily turn 360 degrees. The trumpet had only one valve. The man was working on a plaque. He was engraving with tools upon the face of golden plaque.
The Lord spoke to me and explained to me that the man was inscribing the words, “The Time is Now. Blow the Trumpet in Zion”.
Then He said the man had finished the words “The Time is Now” and is working on “Blow the Trumpet in Zion”.
I found myself standing in the room where I was before I was taken up into heaven. And then I heard a voice say to me, “You, Paul, are that man”.
In the early 70’s I was the pastor of Southgate Baptist Church in Austin, Minnesota. Southgate was a Southern Baptist Pioneer Mission Church. We were not your normal run of the mill church. Some of us pastors made the trip down to San Antonio, Texas for a conference. Several well known ministers were the speakers. Ronnie Dunn, Bertha Smith, Manly Beasley, Jack Taylor, and Leonard Ravenhill are a few that I remember. During one of the morning sessions the Holy Spirit fell. There was not a dry eye in the place. My experience, being raised a Baptist, was that when Holy Spirit showed up at a meeting men and women repented. And repent we did. The altar was full. Pastors and their wives crying out to God. But the clock told us that it was noon and the morning meeting was over and time to take lunch. The afternoon meeting would soon be upon us and so off to lunch we all went. The afternoon meeting began with the Gaithers singing, “There’s Something About That Name”. Holy Spirit liked that song. He fell again. Off to the altar we all went again. I was sitting near the front and was out of my seat and shot to the front to get a good place near the crying rails. As I was having a good time in the Holy Spirit I noticed a lady next to me was having a hard time. This was the time that we Southern Baptists were debating whether or not a born again human could have demons. There was a lot of debate over this. I was on the side of “of course a Christian can have demons”. I had a ministry of deliverance and had seen firsthand God set believers free from demonic presences. So my heart went out to this lady in distress as I had discernment that her fight was with the enemy. I began to pray for her without looking up. I began to realize that I was hearing someone taking authority over spirits and was doing so with a loud voice of authority. And then I realized I was that person rebuking demons in the Name of Jesus. I stopped. I was freaked out for sure. The whole place was stone quiet. Then a man stood up and yelled, “oh no you don’t, you are not going to get me” and began to run out of the building. He only got a few feet when freedom hit him and he fell out flat on his face. I did not hang around to see what else was going to happen. I just thought that maybe Jack Taylor, the pastor of the church we were holding our conference in, was going to run me out of town. I got up and hurried to the men’s room, ran into a stall and shut the door. I sat down on the closed lid and put my feet up on the door so no one would know I was there. I cried out to the Lord “Help me. Help me, I am in real trouble here Lord”. Not too long after that I heard Father say to me, “Paul, would you like to intercede for the return of My Son in your lifetime?”
I was shocked. Here I sat in real trouble and Father is asking me to intercede for the return of His Son, Jesus Christ, in my lifetime. That means I would have to be alive when He would return. I knew to pay attention to Father when He is being direct with me, so I gave Him my best educated christian answer. “I know Lord that when You ask me to do something You will give me all that I need to finish the work.” Not bad for off the top of my head. I was feeling comfortable again. But, Father said, “No Paul, you could fail or it would not be an intercession”. I thought, I considered, I answered. “Yes, Father, I will”. I have been interceding (looking forward to and hastening the Day of the Lord – 2 Peter 3:12) for His return now for about 40 years.