The
Slain of the Church
shared by Suzin McNeill
Last Wednesday night the LORD spoke through
me prophetically to the church. He spoke about our purging and shaking. He told the body to endure this
time and to not resist His hand in purging. HE told them that even as the dross
blew off the wheat that HE would crush the wheat and cause us to be the sifted wheat
used in making bread, and that after this crushing, there would arise the
compassion to reach the unlovely and those who were not forgotten by HIM. HE said, we
would
have bread to give for those who hungered, and that the bread
would be HIS Son's life and body. The water and wine we would bring would be HIS Son's
blood poured from
He said go where He sends us and to share there, and then, go to others in our communities. He admonished, look at the people locked in the traditional churches and serving dead services through their religious ways. He told us to focus on the battleground where we live, first in our own homes, then to our neighbors, then to the community, then to the towns, then to the airways, and then to the states.
Then He said, go out, gather in and see... the marvelous works of our GOD. We all began to praise again and I had the following vision. I walked around with it for several days while the LORD brought my focus to details. I cried. After I came home from church Sunday, I knew that the vision had to be written. After it was written, these words came. I shook in my seat in trembling as my teeth chattered. I cried as I wrote. You will see that these words are not too sweet, but stern unto me and that I am also in need of prayer.
This vision is horrible to me. I am left asking why LORD? Why does my heart have to break so much, and so often? Why send me such frightening, terrible visions? I feel this burden so deeply that I want to run and hide myself... He was so stern saying this...Your unseen friend is in need... but, I'm not sure what I need... My heart is crying. I'm undone...
a handmaiden
crier,
Suzin
These visions come with such burdens...
that only CHRIST can carry them within us.
The Slain Of
The Church
Vision:
While waiting quietly before The LORD I was carried to a place called The First, Baptist/Methodist/Presbyterian/ Assembly/ Church.. It was a
traditional place with red brick sidewalks large white columns, and large
white doors. This could have been any church in any place in
entered the vestibule where there was no one was standing or watching to greet visitors. I went through the double doors into the sanctuary. The
sanctuary was a large quiet place with soft, plush, blue carpet, and white
pews with blue coordinated padding. Polished brass and white globed
chandeliers hung down from the high ceiling, but they were not turned on. There was the usual baptistery which held no water, but it hada mural of a
seats for the choir and musicians. There were three large white seats of
importance for the preacher, his guest, and the choir leader in the center of the stage. These seats had a deeper lush color of blue upholstery on them. Below the stage sat the long white table with the words inscribed upon them, This Do In Remembrance Of Me.
Then, suddenly I looked and saw the horrible sight under the table. I
questioned how I had not seen this when I first entered the sanctuary. How had I been able to focus on the decorations and opulent style of the sanctuary without noticing that which was now before my eyes. I saw the white table that said, This Do In Remembrance Of Me and it extended the whole width of the sanctuary.
Under the table there were people propped up like dolls in different poses. Each one wore their best dress and best suit. Little girls had on white crinolines and white gloves. Each boy had on ties. Men were nicely propped up and each had a white handkerchief in their suit coat pocket. It appeared that families were grouped together. Sometimes the children were propped up and sat in the laps of their parents. There was a specific order of these people placed under the table. They were arranged. Their hair was carefully combed and some had their pocketbooks beside them.
Something came over me and
I began to feel the death all around these
people. I began to moan, like a wounded soldier. I moaned from very
deep within me. No words came but a continual moan came out from me.
arranged positions. Mothers and Fathers were thrown together, and their
children were thrown on top of them. From under the disarrayed stacks of their bodies I saw where pools of blood had seeped out over the blue carpet and dried. On the front of the men's shirts there was a single gunshot wound over their heart. On the women's dresses there were single gunshot wounds over their hearts. Some of the women who were obviously pregnant had blood coming out from the bottom of their skirts like a sudden miscarriage had happened. These people had been massacred. They were the church members. This was a complete church membership and they were left with none to bury them. A putrid smell filled my nostrils and I was sickened. Smelling this death and seeing these dead families, I cried out loud, Oh, GOD!!! Oh, GOD! Oh, GOD! Oh no!
.My voice echoed within the quietness of the sanctuary.I laid down on
the the blue plush carpet and cried for days and for nights. The sun
would rise and I cried. The sun would set and I would cry. All day and all night I
cried and cried and cried. I laid there with corpses before me and
cried night and day. It was like it was my job to cry... No one came to the
church to check on those who were missing, or even to see if I was missing. I
cried
GOD... no... Oh, GOD, please ...
The LORD spoke to me
and said, Again you have seen the slain of the
LORD. It was easier for you to see the poor who were slain than those
of your own town, yet My cries and callings are equally upon all of
My
people.You saw the church which stands to serve the comforts of man.
The padded seats are their padded easiness to sit in sin within My
temples.
The blue plush carpet represents their soft comforts of walking within their own ways of the world without My will. The lights were not on because they can not see the darkness nor My light within these temples. The water of the baptism pool and the mural behind it represents the standard of, "if things look pretty, they will be all right." The water has dried up due to the lack of rain brought by My Holy Spirit.
The choir was on the side
with padded seats because they knew that their talents of voice would work, regardless of how they walked, and
regardless of how they sinned. This same truth was for the musicians. The chairs
on the platform that were large and upholstered represent those that are
self important and set themselves up to be leaders. They are the large seats
of pride, where men are in honor. The long tables that said, This Do
In
Remembrance Of Me, are those who never come to maturity in Me.
Those who wear the single bullet hole upon their chests are the
ones who came
to Me in salvation, but never went any further in their walk with
Me.
They are the ones who say LORD, LORD when they have not known Me,
nor served Me. I know them not. The women who had seemably
miscarried
are the ones who found some special grace to bring some to life in
ME,
but could not endure the trials of their faith so they miscarried.
The
children are there because they were born in the church to
families who said,
they believed in Me, and did not change their lives to walk
with Me.
These children were slain by the words of their parents in anger.
These
children were slain by watching the hypocrisy of their own
parents. They
searched for what they read but could find no true matured example
to follow.
They had no true leadership to follow and teach them. The cries of
your
heart were that you have been shown much to prepare you in these
last days
and
you feel ill-equipped to teach and lead in the midst of a generation of
men and their religious degrees.
I have prepared you to walk, and you lay down and cry, having a tender heart which breaks over and over and you allow it to stop your activity in Me. You esteem others as great and yourself as small before men. You will rise up and walk or you will spend your days on your face crying in intercession until you share that what I've placed in your heart.
Do not look upon the slain,
keep walking and don't look back, or too far
forward. Keep your eyes on Me and doubt not what I have shown
you.
Doubt not the whisperings of Your GOD. Stand strong and rise up
or those you have looked upon will receive no warning drawing them to
repentance before ME.
.
Rise up! Wise up! The men/pastors you have dealt with have been
mainly shallow and vain, and yet you have cowered to them. Rise up, My
daughter! Rise up and raise those around you to new levels in Me. Share
the words I
Rise up, and rise up now to give warning to My people in this place
that I
have planted you, so they can like wise rise up and go forth with this
word
of warning.
Prepare ye My bride, this is
My call unto you for this season. Teach My
teachers, the time swiftly calls. It is the season of strong
preparation, and
this can only be done by the ones that I command, even as I speak
to those
handmaidens before you... Teach My people to seek My will and to
walk
in obedience to ME. This is the lesson of your life for this time
within this
hour. Rise up, thus saith, The LORD.
Father, when You see Your churches and Your people within them,
have mercy, and see us all, covered in the blood of JESUS.