God's word will be "An Anchor In The Storm"

April 30, 2004

John 7:37-38, "On the last day, that great day of the feast, Jesus stood and cried out, saying, "If anyone thirsts, let him come to Me and drink.  He who believes in Me, as the Scripture has said, out of his heart will flow rivers of living water."

It had been a busy four months.  Geno and myself had been on the road since the beginning of January, and the weekend of April 30, we were scheduled to speak in North Dakota.  This however, was a special meeting.  It was to be held on an Indian reservation, plagued with countless vices, and in recent weeks with the spirit of suicide as well.  It was an open meeting, where Christians and non-Christians had been invited.  For the past two weeks I had been praying for direction as to what I should speak.  It was a new forum for me, and I knew I needed guidance and direction.  As the day drew nearer, I prayed even more, but had received no answer.

I had worked third shift the previous night, and had only had enough time to take a shower, and put on some fresh clothes before we were scheduled to make the long drive.  Since I was thoroughly tired, I let Geno drive, and I went to sleep in the passenger seat, still troubled in my mind over what I was to speak.  

As I slept, I had a dream.  I dreamt I was at the base of a tall mountain, with a beautiful waterfall running down its center.  As the water fell down the mountain, at certain intervals there were gathering pools, where the water would accumulate, then spill over to continue its trek down the mountainside.  A great number of people were at the bottom of the mountain kneeling beside the lowest gathering pool sipping the water.  As I looked up the mountainside more people were at the other gathering pools as well, but as the elevation grew, less and less people could be seen.  As I was taking in the scene, and wondering what it meant, I noticed a man dressed in white standing beside me, his hands clasped behind his back.  It was the same man I had dreamt in previous dreams.  He was looking at the mountain, and the running water as intently as I was.  

Finally, I looked at him, and asked: "What does this mean.  I do not understand."

"It is the answer to your question," he answered.  Before I could say anything else, he began to walk, turned his head and said, "Walk with me."

We walked to the first pool of water, and made our way through the crowd until we were standing on the edge, people were still scooping up the water and drinking hungrily.  "Taste it," the man said pointing to the water.  It looked clean, but as I scooped a handful and put it to my lips, I noticed it had an earthy taste.  I winced, the man smiled, and he continued walking up the mountainside.   It was a rough and rocky path, and although the man seemed to have no difficulty climbing, I stumbled a few times, slipped on a few stones, but managed to keep up with his pace.  Halfway up the mountain, we stopped at another pool.  There were fewer people there than at the bottom, so it was easier for us to make our way to the edge.  "Taste it," the man said.  I did as before, and scooped some water with my cupped hand, brought it to my lips, and tasted it.  Although it tasted much better than the previous pool, there was still a tinge of a sour taste.  

We continued to walk up the mountain, until finally, we reached the top.  What had been obscured by distance before was now very clear to me.  At the top, there was no gathering pool, but a constant torrent of water that came right out of the mountain itself.  The rush of water was so powerful that as it came out of the mountain, one could not help but get sprayed if they stood close to it.  Those standing at the top, much fewer in number than those at the bottom, were already wet, and in a few minute's time I was thoroughly soaked as well.  "Taste it", the man finally said after we stood and watched the beauty of the spring for some time.  The water was unlike anything I'd ever tasted.  It was cool and crisp, and my thirst was quenched after a few sips.  

Although it was a beautiful sight to behold, I was still confused, and after some time I asked the man, "what does it mean?"

"You prayed to the Father, and asked what you should speak.  It is the answer to your prayer.  This spring is the word of God.  When at its source it is pure, and gives life, but as men continue to twist it and interpret and dilute it, it loses its essence, it becomes bitter.  Speak the truth of His word, and the thirst of those listening will be quenched."

"What was the meaning of those at the bottom of the mountain?" I asked.  

"They are those who are content with half truths, many know cleaner water is found on the mountaintop, but choose not to exert themselves.  It is a hard climb, and to know truth one must be diligent in knowing the Word.  For now the difference between those at the base of the mountain, and those who stand here, nourishing themselves with the pure word of God is negligible to the human eye.  While the day abides, in the eyes of men they are all the same, but the day will not abide forever."

As the man spoke those words, what had just an instant before been blue and sunny skies, turned pale, then pitch black.  In an instant there was darkness as far as the eye could see.  

"Now behold the difference", the man said.  As I looked I understood what he meant.  The base of the mountain was engulfed in darkness.  Not one flicker of light was visible, but those standing on the mountaintop began to shine with an inner glow that allowed them to see the path before them clearly.  The man who had been standing next to me shone brighter than us all.

"Only the pure truth of God's word will be as an anchor in the storm, and as a lamp in the darkness," the man said.  "All else will fade away into nothingness.  For the days to come are dark days filled with turmoil and great anguish.  Even upon this land toward which the Father has shown such great mercy, the day is soon coming when its fate will stun the world.  Be bold in the truth servant, and work while you still may that your reward will be complete."

I woke up, thinking it had only been a short while since I'd fallen asleep.  I was surprised to hear Geno tell me we were only minutes away from our destination.  That night, the meeting was held in the ballroom of a casino, and as instructed I preached the truth of God's word.  It was a simple message on Jesus being the truth, the way, and the life, yet this simple message stirred the hearts of those listening.  It was one of the most powerful meetings we've had on this tour, with people being saved, delivered, and rededicating their lives to the Lord Jesus.  Since then, I have prayed much concerning whether or not to share this dream, and I felt in my heart it was time to do so.  God prepares His children in advance, and offers them sufficient time to cling to Him, and trust in Him, that they may weather the storm, and see His victory through it all.

Revelation 22:17, "And the Spirit and the bride say, "Come!"  And let him who hears say, "Come!"  And let him who thirsts come.  And whoever desires, let him take the water of life freely."

With love in Christ,

Michael Boldea Jr.






Dreams and Visions

Dreams and Visions

EnglishSpanish
DateTitle
Sept 1984The Message For America
1984Mystery Babylon
August 1984Sent To America
Feb 19, 1989Angel On A Red Horse
June 1989The Vision Of The Mountain
June 1989Revolution In Romania
Dec 5, 1989The Star
Jan 1990Return To Romania
Apr 1990Bird On The Plane
Jun 6, 1990The Camp Of God
1991When Will It Happen?
Mar 1991Fear Me And Draw Closer
May 1991A Flicker Of Light
July 4, 1991A Peaceful Heart
Aug 1991Heavenly Visitors
1991Clouds In The Skies
Jan 23, 1992America The Falling Star
June 3, 1992Man Holding The Moon
Nov 8, 1992A Revelation
Dec 12, 1992The Black Bird - (War Against The Christians)
Jan 1993When Christ Returns
Mar 5, 1993The Hand That Wrote On The Sky
May 7, 1993The Black Army
June 19th, 1993The Morning Sun
Sept 1993A Call To War
Nov 7, 1993Book Of The Gentiles
Dec 9, 1993Examine Your Heart
Jan 1994I Will Speak To Them
Jan 3, 1994Fire In The Heavens
Jan 24, 1994The Savior Returns As Judge
Mar 1994Letters To The Churches
July 1, 1994The 3 Scrolls
Nov 21, 1994Numbered Days
Jan 2, 1995The Beast Strikes
1995Israel and America
Jan 1996One Page Remains
Apr 22, 1996China and Russia Strike
Jun 17-18, 1996The Future Of Israel
1996The Bear In Leopard Skin
Nov 29, 1996Maybe Three More Years
Mar 29, 1997Seven Moons
1997A Great Bear
Apr 1997The Lawless One
Apr 1997Fight The Good Fight
Apr 1997The Bear Awakes
2001The Message About Iraq
Sept 11, 2001The Final Warning
Pre 9-11The Finger-The Fist
May 5, 2003The Season of Sorrow Coming
Sept 2003The Angel said,"This is the Church...."
Oct 2003Blood On The U.S. Flag
Apr 30, 2004God's word will be "An Anchor In The Storm"
Oct 15, 2004The Eagle and the Serpents
Apr 19, 2005A word of comfort for the pure and righteous.
Feb 3, 2006A Great Earthquake Coming
April 6, 2007A New War Is Coming
October 30, 2007The Dream
December 2008Deserter?
March 25, 2010Three Men in a Wheat Field
June 2012The House That Stood
June 1, 2013A Telling Dream

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