04.28 | The Final Quest

Nila was wierd last night (and the night before). She woke up almost every hour between midnight and 3AM. Finally at 3AM, I took her into the other room, thinking maybe she was too hot or cold in our room (the fans are on so it could be either). We laid down on the floor on a blanket and tried to sleep. It worked for a little while, but at 5AM, she woke up and scrambled into my arms, crying. I gave her some Infant Tylenol again, becuse it seemed that she was pulling at her mouth as she cried, so I was thinking that her gums hurt. I fed her and we went back to sleep for an hour and a half. At 6:30, she was up again, crying. Normally, at this time she does wake up, and we come into the living room anyway because it’s dark in this room, ad the bedroom is light already. It’s hard for her to go back to sleep in there… So at 6:30AM, we moved to the couch, fed her again, wrapped her up in a blanket on my chest, turned on some music to drown out the construction workers’ noise next door (they start at daylight – around 5AM). Nila fell back to sleep until 8:15AM, at which point I gave up and got her up. I gave her a bath (she really likes water!) and now here we are.

I’m tired already and it’s not even 10AM. And I want to take a shower myself but I have to wait for Bob to be available enough to watch Nila.

Anyway, all of that to say that when we moved to the couch, I opened up my word doc of The Final Quest, by Rick Joyner. I first read this book in 1997, and it humbled, convicted and encouraged me all at the same time. I have been feeling for sometime that I need to reread it, but haven’t made time. I think I’ll post the chapters here so you can read along if you’d like. Now, this book is sort of a diary of a vision/dream that God showed to Rick Joyner…if you’re wierded out by that stuff…well…I don’t know what. Just know that it can be a little other worldly at times.

Hmmm… wish I was more otherworldly at times. Here it is, Section One.

The Hordes of Hell Are Marching

(Taken from “The Morning Star,” Vol.  5, Nos 2-4, by Rick Joyner)


The Evil Army

I saw a demonic army so large that it stretched as far as I could see.  It was separated into divisions, with each carrying a different banner.  The foremost and most powerful divisions were Pride, Self righteousness, Respectability, Selfish Ambition, and Unrighteous Judgment, but the largest of all was Jealousy.  The leader of this vast army was the Accuser of the Brethren himself.   I knew that there were many more evil divisions beyond my scope of vision, but these were the vanguard of this terrible horde from hell that was now being released against the church.


The weapons carried buy this horde had names on them: the swords were named Intimidation; the spears were named Treachery; and their arrows were named Accusations, Gossip, Slander and Faultfinding.   Scouts and smaller companies of demons with such names as Rejection, Bitterness, Impatience, Un-forgiveness and Lust were sent in advance of this army to prepare for the main attack.  I knew in my heart that the church had never faced anything like this before.


The main assignment of this army was to cause division.  It was sent to attack every level of relationship-churches with each other, congregations with their pastors, husbands and wives, children and parents, and even children with each other.  The scouts were sent to locate the openings in churches, families or individuals that rejection, bitterness, lust, etc., could exploit and make a larger breech for the divisions that were coming.


The most shocking part of this vision was that this horde was not riding on horses, but on Christians! Most of them were well-dressed, respectable, and had the appearance of being refined and educated.  These were Christians who had opened themselves to the powers of darkness to such a degree that the enemy could use them and they would think that they were being used by God.  The Accuser knows that a house divided cannot stand, and this army represented his ultimate attempt to bring such complete division to the church that she would completely fall from grace.


The Prisoners

Trailing behind these first divisions was a vast multitude of other Christians who were prisoners of this army.  They were all wounded, and were guarded by little demons of Fear.  There seemed to be more prisoners than there were demons in the army.  Surprisingly, these prisoners still had their swords and shields, but they did not use them.  It was shocking to see that so many could be kept captive by so few of these little demons of Fear.  These could have easily been destroyed or driven off if the prisoners had just used their weapons.


Above the prisoners the sky was black with vultures named Depression.  These would land on the shoulders of a prisoner and vomit on him.  The vomit was Condemnation.  When the vomit hit a prisoner he would stand up and march a little straighter for a while, and then slump over, even weaker than before.  Again, I wondered why the prisoners did not simply kill these vultures with their swords, which they could have easily done.


Occasionally a weak prisoner would stumble and fall.  As soon as he or she hit the ground, the other prisoners would begin stabbing them with their swords, scorning them as they did so.  They would then call for the vultures to begin devouring the fallen one even before they were dead.


As I watched, I realized that these prisoners thought that the vomit of condemnation was truth from God.  Then I understood that these prisoners actually thought they were marching in the army of God! This is why they did not kill the little demons of fear, or the vultures-they thought these were messengers from God! The darkness from the cloud of vultures made it so hard for these prisoners to see that they naively accepted everything that happened to them as being from the Lord.


The only food provided for these prisoners was the vomit from the vultures.  Those who refused to eat it simple weakened until they fell.  Those who did eat it were strengthened, but with the strength of the evil one.  They would then begin to vomit on the others.  When one began to do this a demon that was waiting for a ride would be given this one and he or she would be promoted to the front divisions.


Even worse than the vomit from the vultures was a repulsive slime that these demons were urinating and defecating upon the Christians they rode.  This slime was the pride, selfish ambition, etc., that was the nature of the division they were a part of.  However, this slime made the Christians feel so much better than the condemnation that they easily believed that the demons were messengers of God, and they actually thought this slime was the anointing of the Holy Spirit.


Then the voice of the Lord came to me saying, “This is the beginning of the enemy’s last day army.  This is Satan’s ultimate deception, and his ultimate power of destruction is released when he uses Christians to attack other Christians.  Throughout the ages he has used this army, but never has he been able to capture so many to be used for his evil purposes.  Do not fear.  I have an army too.  You must now stand and fight, because there is no longer any place to hide from this war.  You must fight for My Kingdom, for truth, and for those who have been deceived.”


I had been so repulsed and outraged by the evil army that I had wanted to die rather than live in such a world.  However, this word from the Lord was so encouraging that I immediately began yelling to the Christian prisoners that they were being deceived, thinking that they would listen to me.  When I did this, it seemed that the whole army turned to look at me, but I kept yelling.  I thought that the Christians were going to wake up and realize what was happening to them, but instead many of them started reaching for their arrows to shoot at me.  The others just hesitated as if they did not know what to make of me.  I knew then that I had done this prematurely, and that it had been a very foolish mistake.




2 thoughts on “04.28 | The Final Quest

  1. Pretty graphic. But isn’t it true, that even today, churches are feeding their congregations (vomit). It is sad that there are so many that believe that they are marching in God’s army when in fact they are being deceived. I see so many “churches” that are actually corrupting Christians, actually devourig their soul. I can’t wait to hear more of this.I thought it was interestingtoo when he learned that he had spoken too soon.
    Long nights with a baby crying is frustrating. Well maybe frustrating isn’t the word, just tiring. It just wears you out. You just feel drained for the next few days and hope that she sleeps well the next night, so that you can catch up on some rest. This too shall pass, honey. And you;ll have more help when you get home.

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