I was about eight years of age. That would be about 1961. I was standing in an old A&P store. This was before supermarkets. The shelves were from floor to ceiling with a small meat case at the back of the store. I was with my father for our Saturday morning shopping run. I was staring at a wall of canned goods when a large hole opened in the wall and a legion of angels appeared before me. It seemed the most natural thing in the world and I was not startled or frightened. The lead angel came to me and asked if I would bring the End of Days Anointing.

Somehow I understood what that meant. I did not like the world I knew coming to an “end.” I liked the barbershop and the paint store and my friends. I also felt that somehow this power would eclipse my earthly father and I did not want to put him to shame. I politely declined. The angel told me I would forget this vision. I was sure I would never forget it. A moment later it was gone. By the time we reached the parking lot I had forgotten the vision, although the feeling that something important happened stayed with me like a passing dream.

It is some 40 years later at a Father’s Love conference. A young man is asking to pray over us. As he begins I am suddenly remembering the old A&P store for some reason. It seems an odd thing to think of when someone is praying. As the young man touches my shoulder the Father’s love pours into me in such intensity that I fall to the floor, although moments earlier I was sure I would not. I am suddenly transported in my mind back to the vision at the old A&P, as I recall it vividly.

The Lord is then standing before me. His eyes are looking through me with more love than I have ever felt. I know he can see my every sin, but all he feels is love, even though I am ashamed of some things. He asks me, “Are you ashamed of me?” I recall choosing my earthly father over Him back in the A&P, and I recall how I have spent a lifetime with a foot in two worlds, trying to please man as I try to please God. I fall before Him in the Spirit weeping my heart out. I am ashamed for whatever way I have denied Him or His mission.

I know his words are not judgmental, just love pours out of every pour in His body and I know without a doubt I am forgiven. At that moment liquid fire is poured into my body. Every cell, every fiber, every molecule is burning with His love and light and passion. The End of Days Anointing is beginning. This time I will not turn away. It has begun.

Robert Jones, March 13, 2009

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