Fishers of Men (ePub)

You can't go fishing in the middle of the storm without getting caught.



Stuck in the middle of it all



During this prophetic experience, the Holy Spirit took me from the coziness of my bed to the brink of a gigantic sea, where the sky was pitch black. The wind was swirling and blowing quite hard, and the clouds were incredibly tumultuous. The storm-tossed water was lighted by the flash of lightning in the darker sky. In this location, there was no peace and quiet; instead, there were choppy waters. The seas were agitated, with white caps and froth filling the air. Because of the howling wind, the rain stung my face. In the midst of the storm, the sound of the waves lapping over the sand seemed to be magnified. Despite the rain, I was still shivering as the wind forced it into my garments. However, even though it was one of the most frightening occasions of my life, I could tell it was more than simply a natural storm. I couldn't put my finger on it, but I could tell that this was something out of the ordinary.



MEAT FIT FOR A MONARCH



He stood at my side and exclaimed, "I am hungry! I need some food!" Dinner is on the house." He was fixated on the choppy sea, his gaze unwavering. That made me nervous, because catching fish in this kind of storm would be nearly impossible. The wind was so fierce that it was impossible for me to stand. Even though I didn't say anything, He reassured me by saying, "This is the perfect time to go fishing. this time of year," says the author.