Ambassador in Chains
Bryan Hupperts
This post will seem strange. I was praying
in the Spirit about 3 am when this came. I was wide awake yet had a very real dream.
What I received I pass on to you for prayer and reflection. - Bryan
To My American Cousins in Christ,
It's frigidly cold here this morning. My cell is unheated and I cannot feel my legs.
This is a blessing. Today I will be beaten and tortured beforebreakfast and I will
not feel the pain as much. Numbness from the cold makes the tortures bearable. I
will have to remember to scream on que so as not to upset the guards. I wonder if
they are as bored with my cries as I am withtheir beatings? In prison, everything
becomes routine, even torture.
I prayed for you again. I have much time on my hands here and thankfully no blood.
I once heard a rumor that the churches in America each had a complete Bible of their
very own. Could such a thing be true? Once at a house church meeting, just before
my last arrest - how many years has it been? - I actually held a page of Scripture
in my own hands and was allowed to read it to the church. I myself was holding the
Word of God. I knew then that I was favored of the Lord. Such a great honor.
In my dream today I went to Heaven again and one of the Splendid Ones spoke with
me about you. He showed me the great Russian bear - not at all dead as you have supposed
- hibernating, rejuvenating, readying to attack you. Her sharp paws were unsheathed
ready to slice and maul you into submission.
"Why do they disarm? " I asked.
The Splendid One replied, "They are at ease in Zion but soon will be at ease
no more."
"I do not understand," I replied a bit confused.
"Many saints of the West have become wealthy and do not know that they are really
wretched and poor and miserable and blind and naked. They usually equate the blessing
of God with having money. They do not know of His true riches," said the glorious
being.
Then Jesus Himself entered the place where we were talking. All bowed low and worshipped
but I wept bitterly. Though He knew the answer, He asked me why I wept so. "Lord,"
I said, "Your sufferings only lasted a few days and mine have gone on for years.
I have suffered much more than You. Why?"
With a great compassion, He seemed to look right through me (I felt Him do this).
He said, "Son, I have allowed you to sip suffering, in small swallows, so that
your faith would not fail. I swallowed the dregs of the poison of sin whole. It was
a torture you could never understand and it would have undone you. You have drunk
of My cup. Be patient a while longer."
I begged His forgiveness. His hand raised only to wipe my tears away and He held
me close in understanding. I breathed in the perfume of His grace which seemed to
fill me with new Life.
I awoke.
My dear cousins, you are not prepared for the sufferings to come. Lose this world
now and let its claims on you fall away. If you gain Christ you will lose nothing
important.
Not long ago, I saw my reflection, for the first time in years, from a medicine chest
in the infirmary. My teeth have rotted and I look decayed. My once handsome face
is etched with pain. I look like a corpse straining to draw
breath. The doctor gave me hot water to drink for my illness - we have no medicines
here. It helped a little.
I felt so sad for myself and was glad my mother was dead. My condition would have
killed her. As I headed back to my cell, the Holy Spirit said, "Don't despair.
I will show you as you look to me."
I suddenly saw my image reflected in the ice. The bumps of the icicles took the lines
away and I looked young and alive again. The best part was the snow. It gave the
impression that I was dressed in a white robe of righteousness like the saints in
Heaven wear. It was delightful!
My smiles shock the guards. I can only explain that, He is with me.
Dear American cousins, we are praying for you so that when night crashes on your
land, and it soon will, your faith will not fail. Put the Cross back in your Gospel
preaching and prepare your people to carry it or they will fall away.
It is very cold here. I am praying for a blanket or some rags to keep warm with.
He is with me.
Signed,
A nameless prisoner
His ambassador in chains
From:
Bryan & Cyndi Hupperts
(Bryan
& Cyndi Hupperts)
Bryan Hupperts
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