Few days ago, while praying with brother D. J. on the phone, I had a vision, or rather few visions as the scenes are all together.
I am standing with the Lord Jesus above a small cloud. There are other clouds stretching out under it. It seems that I have been with Him there for some time, but I’m not aware of it. Actually I am really surprised by the fact that we two are standing in half air and looking down on the earth. Below was a valley surrounded by a range of mountains. It seems to be quite dry, a lot like the terrain where I actually am living in. (Editing note: I think I lived in Desert Hot Springs, CA at the time.)
Puzzled and uncomfortable, I dare not to do anything or ask anything. But I really want to know what I am doing here. The Lord knows my thought, so he shares with me that we are to make these clouds rain down to the land beneath us. He waves me to look at the clouds and asks me to command them to rain down.
I feel more puzzled, as I think, what business is mine to maneuver the natural elements. Aren’t they set in motion by His sovereign will and who am I to disturb what He has ordained? But He encourages me with this thought: the reason why I was brought to His side in the air is that I could do my share to command the clouds to rain down, and without me it would not a right thing even for Him to do. I am destined to order with Him the cloud to fall. It’s the Father’s good pleasure.
Haphazardly I obeyed, not knowing what to expect. But as we command the cloud, they begin to rain. The rain is so heavy that it can only be called as a white rain, as I shared with brother D. J. over the phone. I know that the reason it is so bright is that the rain drops are very big. So when rushing down to the earth, they forms something like a waterfall. I can almost see them in detail. How it is pouring down to the earth! I am absolutely astonished at the result. I did not expect the Lord would have me to witness such a grand event.
Then suddenly the scene changes. I am now standing in the middle of the valley below looking at the highest mountain top where a light is shining in grave darkness. It is much like the real landscape where I live, but the Spirit of the Lord tells me that the light set on the top is me and everything is rather to be understood spiritually. Then He reminds me what Jesus shared with the disciples: “You are a light on the hill.” My thought goes to the famous saying of Reynard Reagan that America is a city on the hill. Again, the Lord assures me that I am the light on the hill that He has set. It is as if He encourages me to shine forth and to not be dismayed.
I feel really awkward, wondering how it could be so. Who am I to be one that draws such much of His attention? Who would believe what I heard? How can I shine when I am but a small light?
But as I am wondering about in my mind, suddenly, the light is transformed. Like an explosion, it promptly changes into the morning Sun. I am then brought to somewhere above the mountains and looking over into the distance on the other side.
There it is, a vast ocean, expanding from my left to my right. Over it is a great rainbow, extending from the farest end of the ocean, circling the Sun. It is the biggest rainbow I ever know. The light, now the rising Sun, sits in the middle of the horizon. The ocean is filled with red and golden colors with everything as if set on fire.
As I am marveling at the grandeur before my eyes, suddenly the red Sun explodes into dazzling brightness. The light that beams out of it is like a gushing out of a fountain head, flooding into a river of brightness. It swiftly fills up the ocean and produces a great wave of light, like a tsunami, rushing towards me. Then after engulfed me, it quickly flows over the mountains and rushes into the valley where I was.