Coming Persecution:
Pastor Dana Coverstone dream June 27, 2020
In this dream I was standing over a field, looking down on a valley where thousands of dark, gray, menacing wolves were all sleeping. They were nuzzling each other, just laying around with no movement at all.
Suddenly a very dark figure began running into the middle of the wolves whipping the wolves. The wolves began to wake up. They were shrieking and making horrible noises as they were being woken up due to being hurt.
The person kept whipping them and stirring them into a frenzy. He was not just beating them. He was instilling fear in them. Every single wolf had been hit by the man. They showed fear and respect to him. He was like their master and he kept whipping the wolves.
The wolves finally cowered down. He stopped and pointed his finger, turned in a circle and said, “Go to the cities!” Those wolves took off in every direction howling, howling and howling at the top of their lungs! The dark figure was sending the wolves to the cities after being whipped and beaten!
The scene changed. I was standing in front of hundreds of tv sets or computer screens. I saw men and women of God who were pastors to Blacks, Whites, Asians and Indians all around the world. I saw myself and we were all preaching the gospel and sweating with the fervency and impact of our preaching! We were teaching biblical principles and dealing with major issues in culture. We were calling people to righteousness, holiness and to give up ungodly things that were part of their lives!
I saw people in chairs in the back of the Church, looking at their watches and yawning. Some had their heads on the back of the chairs and pews asleep, others were just uncomfortable. They did not want to be there. Some people were walking out. I saw a handful, a core group at the front of every church emphatically listening, supporting their Pastors, and supporting the doctrine and teaching and ideas that were coming from these men and women of God.
The people at the front were kneeling in prayer. They knew some people were not paying attention and were praying for those in the chairs behind them. There was a gap between those really listening and paying attention and those that were not. Suddenly the howling of wolves was heard outside. You heard scratching at the door as they were trying to get in.
The people up front began to pray against the enemy intensively and aggressively, against the spirit that was at the door. Suddenly, the wolves began to come in and began to walk around and sniff the people at the back who were not listening. They did not even realize the wolves were there. As the wolves began to sit in the pews beside the sleepy people not listening, even by those who did not really understand. There was no fear, no worry, no concern.
Sin cannot be a part of our lives. The louder and more intensely I preached, and dealt with issues of sin, the more the wolves sent into our church began to stir. The people who were not listening began saying, “Shut up. Stop saying that. I do not want to hear that!” They were aggressively saying, “Stop saying those things.” I kept preaching and preaching. The wolves were wrestling and nudging the people and getting them worked up. They stirred up the people and the wolves started coming after me.
On the screens I saw wolves coming up near other pastors and preachers and other men and women of God who were trying to say, “Do not do this. Stop doing this and this is the way you know Jesus said to go. The way is narrow, and the gate is very small to get in.” We were preaching that kind of message.
As we were preaching, those wolves started nipping at my leg and bit others I saw on the screen. They started growling and getting in our face. They kept biting and biting. They kept attacking us. The louder we got, the louder the wolves got. The people at the altar were praying for safety and protection. The wolves were stirring up the people who were not listening and getting them to attack the preachers that were trying to preach the message that God gave. The intensity of the moment was profound.
I was preaching and trying to kick off a wolf off here and there. People were getting up, leaving and slamming the doors and making big scenes saying, “We're not coming back! You won't shut up so we're done hearing this! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it,” and they leave!
Suddenly, the scene changed. I saw courtrooms and judges with gavels pounding the bench. I saw pastors in chains. I was shackled myself! I saw people in the jury seats and the witness stand. They were crying and the judges were saying, “You can no longer preach this message. You can no longer declare this type of lifestyle is sin. You cannot say anything bad about this kind of lifestyle. You cannot say anything bad about this situation. You cannot address these things from the pulpit ever again. You cannot say this. You cannot say that! You cannot say, ‘Jesus is the only way.’ You cannot say abortion is a sin! You cannot deal with alternative lifestyles. You call them awful, terrible things. You cannot say these things violate Scripture. You can no longer preach from Scripture!”
Most of us Pastors were saying, “We cannot do that. We cannot do that!”
The gavel came down in anger. The Judges were mad.
I saw churches surrounded by mobs of people yelling, “Shut it down, burn it down!” I saw people so hateful towards the church. I saw people harassing believers who were going into church services. I saw people with hateful attitudes waiting outside churches to harass people coming and going from church!
But the thing that stood out the most were people who had been sitting in Church pews asleep or not listening became the biggest persecutors of the church. The biggest persecution will come from the tares who sat in our churches pews but never really accepted the Word of God as the Word of God!
They were raised in Church all their lives will walk away because they do not like preaching of the true Word of God. The preaching which says that this is sin; sin is wrong; you cannot walk in this and still be a believer. It was the sons and daughters and grandchildren of Christians. They had been raised in church all their lives, but became persecutors saying, “We have had it! There is nothing in this for me. This gospel has no power, it has no authority! It says I cannot have this… I cannot do that… I cannot go where I want to go. I cannot be who I want to be. I cannot do what I want to do!”
Those were the people who were screaming and throwing rocks. They had baseball bats and guns in their hands. They were throwing threats at those of us who were coming out of the church! The anger was led once again by those who had fallen away.
Those were the people who were pushing back against everything that they had been taught. Those that had gone away to college and become very liberal. All they think and all they do is the same. Those who have given in to some of the ideas of the protest movements that we see today, the ideologies that say that one race is better than others.
The Pastors, who were preaching, were of every race and color. I saw Black, White, Native American, Indian, African, Russian, and Chinese. I saw people who were preaching the Gospel. The biggest persecution came from those who walked away from the Church!
PULPITS CHOPPED:
I saw pulpits being chopped up with axes. I saw the big, old, wooden pulpits being chopped to pieces! I saw plexiglass pulpits being hammered to pieces! I saw Christians in chains. I saw them being publicly ridiculed and publicly assaulted because their ideas were old-fashioned and needed to go!
Then I heard the cry I have heard for six months, but there was something added to it. I heard, “Brace yourself and endure to the end.” Just like that I woke up. I woke up with my heart racing!
Pastor Dana Coverstone dream June 27, 2020
In this dream I was standing over a field, looking down on a valley where thousands of dark, gray, menacing wolves were all sleeping. They were nuzzling each other, just laying around with no movement at all.
Suddenly a very dark figure began running into the middle of the wolves whipping the wolves. The wolves began to wake up. They were shrieking and making horrible noises as they were being woken up due to being hurt.
The person kept whipping them and stirring them into a frenzy. He was not just beating them. He was instilling fear in them. Every single wolf had been hit by the man. They showed fear and respect to him. He was like their master and he kept whipping the wolves.
The wolves finally cowered down. He stopped and pointed his finger, turned in a circle and said, “Go to the cities!” Those wolves took off in every direction howling, howling and howling at the top of their lungs! The dark figure was sending the wolves to the cities after being whipped and beaten!
The scene changed. I was standing in front of hundreds of tv sets or computer screens. I saw men and women of God who were pastors to Blacks, Whites, Asians and Indians all around the world. I saw myself and we were all preaching the gospel and sweating with the fervency and impact of our preaching! We were teaching biblical principles and dealing with major issues in culture. We were calling people to righteousness, holiness and to give up ungodly things that were part of their lives!
I saw people in chairs in the back of the Church, looking at their watches and yawning. Some had their heads on the back of the chairs and pews asleep, others were just uncomfortable. They did not want to be there. Some people were walking out. I saw a handful, a core group at the front of every church emphatically listening, supporting their Pastors, and supporting the doctrine and teaching and ideas that were coming from these men and women of God.
The people at the front were kneeling in prayer. They knew some people were not paying attention and were praying for those in the chairs behind them. There was a gap between those really listening and paying attention and those that were not. Suddenly the howling of wolves was heard outside. You heard scratching at the door as they were trying to get in.
The people up front began to pray against the enemy intensively and aggressively, against the spirit that was at the door. Suddenly, the wolves began to come in and began to walk around and sniff the people at the back who were not listening. They did not even realize the wolves were there. As the wolves began to sit in the pews beside the sleepy people not listening, even by those who did not really understand. There was no fear, no worry, no concern.
Sin cannot be a part of our lives. The louder and more intensely I preached, and dealt with issues of sin, the more the wolves sent into our church began to stir. The people who were not listening began saying, “Shut up. Stop saying that. I do not want to hear that!” They were aggressively saying, “Stop saying those things.” I kept preaching and preaching. The wolves were wrestling and nudging the people and getting them worked up. They stirred up the people and the wolves started coming after me.
On the screens I saw wolves coming up near other pastors and preachers and other men and women of God who were trying to say, “Do not do this. Stop doing this and this is the way you know Jesus said to go. The way is narrow, and the gate is very small to get in.” We were preaching that kind of message.
As we were preaching, those wolves started nipping at my leg and bit others I saw on the screen. They started growling and getting in our face. They kept biting and biting. They kept attacking us. The louder we got, the louder the wolves got. The people at the altar were praying for safety and protection. The wolves were stirring up the people who were not listening and getting them to attack the preachers that were trying to preach the message that God gave. The intensity of the moment was profound.
I was preaching and trying to kick off a wolf off here and there. People were getting up, leaving and slamming the doors and making big scenes saying, “We're not coming back! You won't shut up so we're done hearing this! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it,” and they leave!
Suddenly, the scene changed. I saw courtrooms and judges with gavels pounding the bench. I saw pastors in chains. I was shackled myself! I saw people in the jury seats and the witness stand. They were crying and the judges were saying, “You can no longer preach this message. You can no longer declare this type of lifestyle is sin. You cannot say anything bad about this kind of lifestyle. You cannot say anything bad about this situation. You cannot address these things from the pulpit ever again. You cannot say this. You cannot say that! You cannot say, ‘Jesus is the only way.’ You cannot say abortion is a sin! You cannot deal with alternative lifestyles. You call them awful, terrible things. You cannot say these things violate Scripture. You can no longer preach from Scripture!”
Most of us Pastors were saying, “We cannot do that. We cannot do that!”
The gavel came down in anger. The Judges were mad.
I saw churches surrounded by mobs of people yelling, “Shut it down, burn it down!” I saw people so hateful towards the church. I saw people harassing believers who were going into church services. I saw people with hateful attitudes waiting outside churches to harass people coming and going from church!
But the thing that stood out the most were people who had been sitting in Church pews asleep or not listening became the biggest persecutors of the church. The biggest persecution will come from the tares who sat in our churches pews but never really accepted the Word of God as the Word of God!
They were raised in Church all their lives will walk away because they do not like preaching of the true Word of God. The preaching which says that this is sin; sin is wrong; you cannot walk in this and still be a believer. It was the sons and daughters and grandchildren of Christians. They had been raised in church all their lives, but became persecutors saying, “We have had it! There is nothing in this for me. This gospel has no power, it has no authority! It says I cannot have this… I cannot do that… I cannot go where I want to go. I cannot be who I want to be. I cannot do what I want to do!”
Those were the people who were screaming and throwing rocks. They had baseball bats and guns in their hands. They were throwing threats at those of us who were coming out of the church! The anger was led once again by those who had fallen away.
Those were the people who were pushing back against everything that they had been taught. Those that had gone away to college and become very liberal. All they think and all they do is the same. Those who have given in to some of the ideas of the protest movements that we see today, the ideologies that say that one race is better than others.
The Pastors, who were preaching, were of every race and color. I saw Black, White, Native American, Indian, African, Russian, and Chinese. I saw people who were preaching the Gospel. The biggest persecution came from those who walked away from the Church!
PULPITS CHOPPED:
I saw pulpits being chopped up with axes. I saw the big, old, wooden pulpits being chopped to pieces! I saw plexiglass pulpits being hammered to pieces! I saw Christians in chains. I saw them being publicly ridiculed and publicly assaulted because their ideas were old-fashioned and needed to go!
Then I heard the cry I have heard for six months, but there was something added to it. I heard, “Brace yourself and endure to the end.” Just like that I woke up. I woke up with my heart racing!