My team, a tour group and I recently returned from Europe where we held five crusade services. Although the Lord moved in a marvelous way for all the services, in Munich something startling happened: I was arrested for praying for the sick, for conducting a religious service and put into prison; and because of it God sent His judgment.

Many people in Germany today, however, have salvation and healing because God sent me to Frankfurt and Munich. I would have failed God had I not gone, for He let me know that it was His divine will for me to submit to imprisonment. He willed it so. I would never have gone through such an ordeal for people, for any kind of money or for all the fame in the whole world. It was a degrading experience. If the Holy Bible tells us anything, it tells us men and women have suffered, paying tremendous prices that we might have the Word of God in all of its greatness and completeness today.

We are in the final hour, a time of great pouring out of the Holy Spirit but also a time of great opposition from Lucifer. Bible days are here again, and no power can stop the power of Almighty God!

And there was a certain disciple at Damascus, named Ananias; and to him said the Lord in a vision, Ananias. And he said, Behold, I am here, Lord (Acts 9:10-16). God spoke to people in that day, and God speaks to people today. Why should this be unbelievable? God has always desired to talk with man, with woman. He spoke to Abraham, Moses, Elijah, Elisha, Isaiah, Peter, Paul and many, many others in Bible times; and the Bible clearly states that God changes not. Always when He finds a holy woman, a holy man of faith who will serve Him, walk after Him and seek His ways with all of their hearts, God talks and reveals Himself.

And the Lord said unto him, Arise, and go into the street which is called Straight, and inquire in the house of Judas for one called Saul, of Tarsus: for, behold, he prayeth, And hath seen in a vision a man named Ananias coming in, and putting his hand on him, that he might receive his sight. Paul was on his way to Damascus (his name was Saul at that time) to arrest Christians; but the Lord knocked him down into the dust, blinded him temporarily and turned his life around completely. What will God do with our persecutors in Munich, Germany, before this is all over with? Only God knows. Don’t hate them—love them, pray for them. Then Ananias answered, Lord, I have heard by many of this man, how much evil he hath done to thy saints at Jerusalem: And here he hath authority from the chief priests to bind all that call on thy name. Yes, the same spirit that was manifested in Munich had been a prevalent thorn for the Early Church. But the Lord said unto him, Go thy way: for he is a chosen vessel unto me, to bear my name before the Gentiles, and kings, and the children of Israel. We don’t know how many diamonds in the rough God may dig out in Germany. For I will shew him how great things he must suffer for my name’s sake.

If Jesus teaches anything, He teaches love: love your enemies, your persecutors; pray for them that despitefully use you. The message Jesus brought was brand new. Up to that point people had been governed by the Law which said an eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth; but the man called Jesus with His Gospel of love acted in a different way. His disciples learned to live that way, too. Oh, not at first. Simon, hot tempered, experienced as many struggles as you and I. Remember, he used his sword to cut off a man’s ear. Why, they’d come after Jesus! Using the sword was his idea of front-line duty for Jesus, but Jesus spoke with the kind of love that knocked the sword right out of his hand in such a powerful way that Simon never picked it up again.

Imprisoned for Preaching the Gospel

Simon went to prison for the sake of Christ. Paul and others went to prison for the sake of Christ. Now I, too, found myself in prison for bringing the Gospel of Christ in all its fullness to the German people. Who ever would have thought such a thing could happen in a democratic society today? I had been stripped of all human dignity; I had no rights. My passport was gone. Fingerprinted and photographed, I had been put lower than an animal. In the last twelve hours I had lived a lifetime.

We’d been to Holland, to Switzerland, to Frankfurt, Germany. Everywhere we had had great crusades. The sinful had been rescued, the sick healed; and it was marvelous indeed. We were jubilant, looking forward to the Munich service.

Just before the service a letter came to my room. I was already standing to go; and since I couldn’t read the German language, the letter was left on my table. It never crossed my mind that anyone would interfere with the service. God had never allowed my services to be stopped anywhere—and He wasn’t going to allow it to be stopped this time.

The assistant prosecuting attorney was there with thirty policemen. It made no sense. Our tour group consisted of a hundred and eighty-seven people from Canada and the United States on a peace mission. We had nothing to show people but love, love, love. We didn’t hate anybody; we were not lawbreakers. We don’t even break the laws in the United States, and we certainly wouldn’t go into another nation and start breaking laws. We respected the laws of their nation. We wanted to be genuine examples of the love and the greatness of God.

The service began, and the Ernest Angley Singers sang for about half-an-hour. Hundreds of German people were in the auditorium of the big Penta Hotel. As I walked in, the crowd began to cheer in a wonderful reception. It was like being in one of the great crusades in America because there was such love shown. Preaching a brief message to them of saving grace, I told them about sin, that God would heal all sinners. I told them about sickness, that God would heal all sicknesses and diseases. I told them that I wasn’t a healer, that I hadn’t brought Ernest Angley; but I had brought Jesus to Germany, and He would help them.

I Am Not a Faith Healer

I am not a faith healer as some people claim. A faith healer to me is someone who deceives with fakery. God is the healer, and I have faith in Him. I believe in the Old Rugged Cross, the Word of God, the blood of Jesus, the healing power of Jesus. I have no secret powers of my own. I am just a servant of God that has been chosen to preach His Word, chosen as a vessel of clay that God pours His power through. I am nothing within my own self—I realize that—and through fasting and prayers and living in His presence, in His Word, He pours His power through me and heals the people. The nine gifts of the Spirit that God tells us about in I Corinthians chapter twelve are supernatural gifts, operated by supernatural power. I cannot operate them. I just yield to the Lord, and as He operates them through my life the people are set free.

The German authorities claimed that they forbade me to pray for the sick. If they did, I didn’t know it; and God didn’t want me to know it. Although the prosecuting attorney was in the audience with his thirty police waiting, God threw a hedge around the service, held the audience spellbound for five-and-a-half hours. God did not let the police make a move. They even sent undercover policemen through the line. I just touched them and sent them on. The Lord told me that they wanted to wreck the service, that if I exposed them they would have created a great scene, crying, “Why, I’m really sick and he says I’m not sick! You see, he is a fake!” So, it was hands off. God shoved them on through the line. Some of them, however, may never get away from that touch. Great miracles and healings took place.

One of the charges leading to my arrest, practicing therapy without a license, was made because I took a man’s paralyzed hand and began to minister in Jesus’ name. Life started flowing; the fingers moved, and the hand began to open and close. The power of God went up his arm and into his side. Before our very eyes the miracle took place. Yes, there were those who didn’t want the works of God; but that man wanted them. The people in the service wanted them. How they rejoiced! God always knows how to work.

I had never felt better in a service. The power of God was moving, and I wasn’t conscious of those eyes of hatred upon me. It was God’s service, not mine. I was sent by God to Munich, Germany.

A Stifling Night of Terror Begins

Finally it was time for me to leave the platform. I walked off, heading for the elevator that would take me up to the suite where I was hoping to change my perspiration-soaked clothes—I’d been working for a long time under the hot television lights. As my men lined up to walk out with me through the people, my manager, Ray Spangler, whispered, “The German police are here, and they are probably going to arrest you.”

“Well, so what?” I answered. I knew I hadn’t done anything wrong. I reached the elevator, my men on each side and in front of me. Suddenly there was great commotion, and we were surrounded by police. Green and white police armbands seemed to be everywhere. A policeman grabbed me by the arm, digging his fingers into my flesh and holding on. The police crowded as many of my people as they could out of the way, shoved me into the elevator, pushed the button and up we went. They had isolated me from most of my people. I was placed under house arrest.

“Do you mind if we search your room?” I was asked.

“No, why should I? I have nothing to hide.”

They went into my room. It was amazing to see how they took over, how they went through my things, searching, looking, pawing, taking all my papers out and carefully studying them. They could find no money on me or in my room, so they went to my business manager’s room, but there was no money there either.

Meanwhile, police kept coming to me saying, “If you’ll give us the money, we’ll let you go.” They called it security money; I called it ransom. The hours passed. I asked the guard if I could pack; he said yes. It was a stifling night of terror, a nightmare. There were policemen on every floor. You don’t know what it’s like to have your freedom taken away, to not be able even to answer your own telephone or to call anybody—it’s frightening! Police were standing over me to make sure I did not use my phone or escape. I didn’t have a guilty conscience; why would I try to run? No, I wasn’t going to do that.

God gave us favor with a bystander who said that there was only one attorney who was really feared. That’s the one we got; God had a plan. The Bossi law firm, the most prestigious law firm across Germany, agreed to defend me; but it was 8:30 or 9:00 in the morning before the attorney could be reached.

A Police Officer Hears about Hell

Waiting to be taken to prison I thought about Jesus, how the Bible says He endured the Cross, despising the shame as He looked at the joy that was before Him, the people that would be helped. Knowing I was in the will of God sustained me.

After I finally had packed, I picked up my Bible and sat down on the bed. Although the police were in the living room, the Holy Spirit took me over as I began to read; and I had a divine visitation from the Lord. The Lord told me He would raise up His hand of judgment; He would bring judgment. He told me that I was sheltered in His arms; and no power could destroy me, that He would be with me. There was nothing to fear. He said, I am the Lord thy God that walketh with thee. I am the Lord thy God that watcheth over thee. I am the Lord thy God that loveth thee. He told me other things; then He told me to go into the other room quickly before the other guards returned, to talk to the guard who spoke English and tell him about the Lord.

I went in with my Bible. I said, “Sir, do you know Jesus?” He looked strange and began to stammer. “Yes,” he said.

“Do you believe this Bible to be the Word of the living God?”

“Yes.”

“You know if you don’t live according to this book, if there is any sin in your life when you die, you will go to hell! Hell is eternal!”

God was getting into him, shaking him, dealing with him.

“We are little officers,” the man said. “We don’t have any say over this.”

“Do you realize that what I am here for, what they have arrested me for is the laying on of hands, something the Bible teaches in the sixteenth chapter of Mark’s Gospel?” And these signs shall follow them that believe; In my name shall they cast out devils (verse17); and in the eighteenth verse: they shall lay hands on the sick, and they shall recover.

He began to move about. I thought he was going to call some other officers, but he was searching around in the bedroom until he found a German Bible. He wanted me to show him that scripture in the German Bible and I helped him find it. Shocked, he saw that it was there. He reached over to the other guard and said, “Look! Look here! ‘They shall lay hands on the sick, and they shall recover.’ It’s here; it’s in our Bible!” Then another one of the officers came, and he showed the scripture to him. Oh, they were having a time over that scripture.

Please God, Don’t Let Them Take My Bible!

At 6:00am I was allowed to call Ray to come and get my luggage, and he came. I told Ray before I left him, “If they keep me confined, I will be fasting forty days. They’ll think I am starving myself to death—I will not tell them otherwise.” I wanted Ray to know I wouldn’t be on a hunger strike but fasting before my Lord. I’ve always been able to reach God with forty days of fasting, and I knew that I would just live on water those forty days. So I started on a fast.

When the police finally opened the door of my room to bring me out, there stood some of my people. They had taken turns keeping watch outside my door all through the night. They hugged me goodbye. Never had they thought to see such a sight: their minister, Bible in hand, guarded with guns and taken off to prison. I walked through the foyer, passed by more of my people waiting with tears in their eyes. “I’ll be all right,” I said.

Put in a car, an armed guard on either side and two in the front, I was taken to prison where I found two more men waiting for me. They didn’t speak English. Empty your pockets, one motioned. I had mouth spray and eye drops. He wanted everything: passport, and, oh dear God, my Bible! I said, “Oh no, please, please not my Bible!” If I ever looked to God, if I ever pleaded with God for help it was in that moment. “God, please don’t let them take my Bible, please God!” They seemed to be fussing between themselves about what I could and couldn’t have. While they were debating, I was praying and looking to God. I reached down and began to ease my Bible toward me, a little more, a little more. They weren’t looking; and I finally was able to press it to me with all the love, with all the faith I had in me. It seemed like a hand of glory came over my Bible and God covered it up. The policemen didn’t notice or ask to open it. They rang for the guard who motioned with great authority for me to follow.

Heaven’s Light in a Filthy Cell

Now I was in the cell. After wiping off as much of the dirt as I could from the filthy “mattress” with toilet tissue, I sat down and opened my Bible. It opened to the Crucifixion of Jesus. They had kept Him up all night and then killed Him. They had arrested His servant, who represented Him and had been sent to Germany, and kept him up all night. They hadn’t killed me, of course; they had just put me into prison. I was very aware that I wasn’t really their prisoner but, like Paul, a prisoner of the Lord. The Lord could have saved me from prison, but it was not His will to do so. He would get more glory out of my going, and He let me know it.

As I was reading my Bible, the Spirit of God came upon me; the Holy Spirit began to sing. Yes, in prison I was happy. It’s hard to tell how many times an eye from outside my cell filled up that peephole in the door in disbelief; but I just sang, and the hallelujah’s poured through me. The Lord knew they could understand that word. The Lord and I held camp meeting inside that dismal, dirty cell. Suddenly a light shone all the way from Heaven. I had seen God’s light before, but it never meant quite as much to me as it did that morning in that lonely cell. It was shining upon me, and I was sheltered in His arms like He had told me before I left the hotel room.

The prosecuting attorney didn’t have a case. My attorney later told me that I had been framed, and that he would soon be explaining more about it to me. Meanwhile, time passed in my cell. I decided to clean more of the bed as best I could with the toilet tissue so I could lie down; I had been up all night. Thinking I would catch some sleep, I took off my coat; but there was no sleep. I was charged with God’s power, and I went into vision after vision. The Cross would appear in liquid fire, and then it would appear in royal blue. Part of the time the Cross of healing and the Cross of miracle power were both before me. God had come down. I thought about the faithful supporters of this ministry, about their distress. I thought about you more than I did about myself. God was helping me, blessing me. I wasn’t afraid of what man would do to me because God said He was my God, my protector. God said that He would raise a hand of judgment against them. That was up to God.

Millions Are Not Free to Worship God

The tension, the mental strain is terrible when one is shut up like an animal and stripped of all dignity. We must rise up in this final hour. Every newspaper person must rise up and cry the cry of freedom. Think of the innocent people that are in bondage today, those who cannot go and come as they will but yet have every right to freedom. Think of the people that cannot even have a Bible, like some in Communist countries. We have slipped Bibles to people as though the Holy Word of God were deadly contraband. Oh, how my heart cried the first time a Bible was slipped to a Chinese boy; he grabbed it quickly and concealed it under his barong before the Communist leader could see it. There’re millions like him tonight. Are you praying; are you seeking God? Do you really believe we are in the end-time hour? Do you really believe Jesus is coming; do you really believe it? It’s time for Christians all over the world to forget theologies and to stand for the full Gospel of Christ.

Prepare for the Valleys

The Lord warned me about this tour before I went. I told the team, “God didn’t tell me what is in store; but you’d better not get on that plane if there is one tiny speck of anything unpleasing to God in your heart, any grudge toward anybody. There would be no questions asked if you are not on that plane. I warn you; if your heart isn’t right, you’d better not get on. We have to be in one mind and one accord. If there is something in your life to break that harmony you won’t be in one mind with us, and God will frown upon you.” There had been much fasting going on. One of our team members closed a forty-day fast on the day of my arrest in Munich. It was a good thing. Two other members of the team closed forty-day fasts not long before, and four more had been on twenty-one day fasts. The burden of seeking more of God had fallen the last several months as God warned them through His servant and told them of the difficulties and judgments ahead. This kind, the Bible tells us, goeth forth by prayer and fasting.

God had prepared me over the years through numbers of forty days of fasting at a time. It’s been a long journey. Then in 1970 the final blow fell that would temper the metal; so there would be no compromise, no backing down. That’s when the Lord took my wife Angel; He took my love, my heart, my life. No matter what they do to me, there will never be a valley that deep. As I climbed out of that valley, the Lord would whisper to me, I am the Lord that walketh with thee. Hundreds of times He whispered it to me. And now in that cell I was glad that Angel was not going through the ordeal of my imprisonment.

The Charges

I met my attorney as I told you. “They have charged you with fraud,” he said. “They claim you charged people for healing.” I told him the gift of God cannot be bought with money. I do not even accept an offering when I am in the healing lines. I showed him the eighth chapter of the Acts of the Apostles. We weren’t in Germany for their money—I didn’t even take an offering in Munich.

I was accused of being a faith healer. I am not a faith healer. Faith in God heals the sick. We gave the book, Faith in God Heals the Sick, in the German language to the people as a gift.

I was accused of practicing medicine without a license. Therapy, they called it, practicing therapy without a license. I didn’t have a permit for the service. The representative told me she had asked about it when I was there before and was told, “No, a permit is not needed.”

I was accused of telling people their diseases. I told the attorney, “I don’t tell people their diseases. God tells them their diseases through His supernatural gifts.”

Laying hands on the sick was another charge. I wasn’t supposed to lay hands on people, wasn’t supposed to touch people.

I was accused of promising a “sure cure.” I have never promised anybody a sure cure any more than I promise Heaven when they get salvation. All of God’s promises and all of God’s gifts are conditional. Anything you receive through faith, you can lose through doubt. Anything you receive through obedience, you can lose through disobedience.

I was accused of using a religious chant. The people knew the word, hallelujah. I cried, “Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah!” and they chimed in. Evidently the prosecutors thought I used the word hallelujah to put spells on people.

I was accused of using a baby rattle to hypnotize the babies and little children so they could hear and speak. With this charge, they admitted, in a round-about way, that children were being healed. They were hearing; they were speaking, and the German authorities couldn’t get out of it. It was for real. The very thing that I was imprisoned for, the Southern California Motion Picture Council gave The Ernest Angley Hour and also Ernest Angely awards for on October 6, 1982.

Back to the Cell

Finally I was about to be released, but the prosecuting attorney appealed the release. “I’ll go back and talk to him,” my attorney said. Back to the cell I went. “God,” I said, “I don’t want to stay here unless it’s your divine will.” I opened my Bible and read Luke 1:38, Be it unto me according to thy word. And then the words of Luke 1:37 leaped up to me, For with God nothing shall be impossible. With these words from God burning in my mind and heart, I closed my case. About two-and-a-half hours later I was set free. I had been under house arrest the night through and then imprisoned for eight-and-a-half hours.

“Will You Sue?”

The reporters were there as I walked out of the police station, taking pictures, asking questions. Back at the hotel my group saw me come in and began laughing, crying, hugging. Prayers had been answered. Some of the group had been up all night and all day too. “What will you do? Will you sue?” they asked.

“Oh, no. I don’t think that would be right. I don’t think God would want that.” But I was wrong, wrong, wrong. Shortly afterward God spoke to me and let me know there were to be lawsuits going into millions of dollars. I don’t want any of the money; I won’t get any of it. Anything we get will go to spread the Gospel throughout this world. All nations must hear about Jesus. There will be a lawsuit against the government of West Germany. The German constitution was broken; it will be the foundation of all lawsuits. There will be a lawsuit against the city of Munich, a lawsuit against the police department of Munich and a personal lawsuit against the two prosecuting attorneys. Whether I will need to go back to stand trial or not, I do not know. Whatever God wants, I am ready. The attorney did say that if I had to return, he wanted those who were with me to come along as witnesses.

God Rained Down Judgment in Munich

God was displeased with the way His servant had been handled in Munich. As soon as we left, God rained down judgment in the form of a ferocious hail storm. In a visitation He gave me this message through the Holy Spirit:

Thus saith the Lord: I sent the hail upon them. My message to them: “Repent, repent while there is yet time.” Many will listen to the devil and say it was a coincidence. Just because my servant had been there people identified him with the hailstorm. I, the Lord thy God, had promised my servant that I would lift up my left hand against them and bring judgment; and I did lift up my hand and sent the hail upon the city of Munich as I did in Moses’ day and sent hail upon Pharaoh and his kingdom. I did not send hail upon Frankfurt where my servant had ministered in the name of my Son Jesus because they did not arrest him and cast him into prison. When I shined my light upon my son in the cell, I was moved with anger; and when I am moved with great anger, I move with judgment. I raised a hand of judgment against the evil that was shown my servant that I sent to Munich. I, the Lord thy God, did it. Believe my works; recognize my hand of judgment. People have blamed me, saith the Lord, for things in the past that I did not do. I want the inhabitants of the earth to know I take full responsibility for the calamity in Munich. I, saith the Lord thy God, did it.

God Sent Fearful Judgments in Old and New Testament Days

God told me I was to boldly proclaim His judgment on Munich. Nothing will stop me. It does not matter about the unbelievers; God does not care. God reminded me of Noah’s day, how He destroyed children and grownups. He let me know that some would say God would not do anything like that. He told me to tell them about Sodom and Gomorrah: He destroyed all, even Lot’s wife who looked back. He reminded me to tell the world how He rained down hail upon Pharaoh and his kingdom but spared the Israelites and later drowned all of Pharaoh’s army in the Red Sea. In Exodus 3:14 He wants me to remind you: I AM THAT I AM! He is God. It is terrible to fall into the hand of an angry God.

In Exodus 9:22 the Lord said unto Moses, Stretch forth thine hand toward heaven, that there may be hail in all the land of Egypt, upon man, and upon beast, and upon every herb of the field, throughout the land of Egypt. He killed thousands of Israelites because they had made a golden calf. He sent fiery serpents among them, killing thousands more because they grumbled and complained. He killed thousands at other times because of their disobedience. God told me to remind the people on planet Earth that in the New Testament we find that God killed Ananias and his wife—in a grace period of time—because they lied to the Holy Ghost. Read about it in Acts 5:1-10. God wanted me to remind people on planet Earth that the angel of God killed King Herod for his arrogance against God, and the worms ate his flesh (Acts 12:21-23). In Acts 16:26, God wanted me to remind the people on planet Earth that suddenly there was a great earthquake, so that the foundations of the prison were shaken. Paul and Silas were in jail, and God’s light shone down upon them; and God got angry at the way they had been treated.

God Will Bring Judgment in Different Places Today

Oh, saith the Lord: I am in the midst of my people tonight; and I have stretched forth a hand; and I have brought judgment to Munich; and I will bring judgment in different places in the earth. I told you in the past that I would use my left hand and my right hand in this final hour. My right hand would be a hand of mercy, my left hand would be a hand of judgment. I told you there would be calamities, there would be storms and tornadoes and earthquakes in divers places. I told you they would be in places that they have never been before. Open thine eyes and know that I am the Lord thy God, and know that I do the things that I say I will do. I the Lord thy God have said it, and I the Lord thy God will perform it.

Yea, saith the Lord unto this people, the end is nigh at hand. Do not be deceived by the powers of Lucifer; but be wise through the Spirit, my Holy Spirit. Be wise and know my Word, and open thine eyes and behold the coming of the Lord is nigh at hand. I am the Lord thy God that will fight the battles for thee.

I am the Lord thy God that will fight the battles for my servant. I will send him to the ends of the earth, and he will proclaim my greatness. The enemy will bring great powers against him; but I will defeat the powers of the enemy, saith the Lord. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid. I, the Lord thy God, and my faithful promises are in the midst of thee; and I have raised my servant up for this hour, saith the Lord; and he will carry my Gospel to the world.

There is no greatness about Ernest Angley, no greatness whatsoever. I rest my case in the hands of God. Every waking hour my spirit says, “I have come to do thy will, oh God.” I was told in 1954 in the divine revelation of the Lord of this hour that is now here. I can truthfully say I have no ego about this thing. I have shared this prophecy with you for the glory of God.

Christians Are Failing God

When I was in that cell, I wondered how many Jewish people had stayed there until they were killed by Hitler. Were they in that same prison? I thought about them, and I cried for them. The first Sunday after I arrived home from Europe a crying spirit came upon me through the Holy Spirit, and I began to cry for those six million Jews. I can identify with them to a greater extent; they were stripped of all human dignity; all their rights were taken away—but they never got theirs back. Six million Jews killed because of prejudice; prejudice comes from the devil. You can’t have any of it in you, Children; you’ve got to love everybody. I cried for Germany. I pray for my persecutors; I feel sorry for them.

How would my brothers and sisters feel to know their brother/minister was cast into prison in Munich, Germany? And the Lord gave me this: Tell them not to cry over you but to cry over the Christians who are failing me. People are failing God in this final hour, this crucial hour. The Lord told us in a prophecy several months ago that He would hold up a hand of grace and show great signs and mighty wonders; but there would be people who would not accept His great love, and so He would lift up His left hand with judgment to shake them in this final hour.

People are making God angry in this final hour. You must live close to God and be pure, clean and holy. God said that in the final hour His Church would be a glorious Church without spot or wrinkle. You can live free from sin. You’ve got to be cleansed of all your sinning and stop sinning. You’ve got to live pure and clean before God, and that’s thus saith the Lord. Separate yourself from the world. Come out from among them, and be ye separate, saith the Lord. All liars, all murderers, all whoremongers, all doubters, all unbelievers will be cast into the lake of fire, we read in the book of Revelation.

The Soul That Sinneth It Shall Die

This is certainly not the first and definitely not the last time God will be sending judgment to different places on planet Earth in this final hour. He sends His judgment now to wake people up before it is too late.

It is appointed unto us to die. Every one of you will have to die unless you are taken in the Rapture, and one sin—just one sin in your life—will keep you out of Heaven. That is the reason man and woman were driven out of the Garden of Eden—one sin. The Bible tells us God cannot look upon sin. God said your sins have separated you from your God—your sins. The soul that sinneth, God said, will die. Jesus declared there is a burning hell; I know He did not lie. He also told us of a war that would come, the Battle of Armageddon. It is almost upon us now. Never has there been a war like it, He said; and there never will be again. Unless the days were shortened, He continued, there would be no flesh saved. The Bible tells us only a few men will be left on planet Earth, and that blood will run up to the horses’ bridles in the Valley of Jehoshaphat. Hailstones weighing about ninety-eight pounds will fall out of the sky. Revelation goes on to tell us that there will be earthquakes, and all cities of every nation will be destroyed. God is beginning to send judgments now as well as pouring out His mercies to wake people up. I don’t know my path ahead, what awaits me; but I do know that every step will be ordered by the Lord, and whatever I go through is God’s will.

The night of stifling terror in Munich has passed, but just over the horizon lies the period of God’s judgment that will end man’s inhumanity to man. All that stands in the way of the horror of the Tribulation Period and the world take-over by the Antichrist are the souls to be won for Christ, souls from Germany, from all over the world. We must press on into all nations, winning those honest-hearted who will embrace the whole Word of God. Ready to live for Christ, ready to die for Him—give your all in this last great gathering of souls just before the second coming of the Lord.