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My First Vision
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have entered it before. Then Jesus would encourage them by raising
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His glorious right arm, and from His arm came a light which waved
over the Advent band, and they shouted, “Alleluia!” Others rashly
denied the light behind them and said that it was not God that had
led them out so far. The light behind them went out, leaving their
feet in perfect darkness, and they stumbled and lost sight of the mark
and of Jesus, and fell off the path down into the dark and wicked
world below. Soon we [
see appendix.
] heard the voice of God like
many waters, which gave us the day and hour of Jesus’ coming. The
living saints, 144,000 in number, knew and understood the voice,
while the wicked thought it was thunder and an earthquake. When
God spoke the time, He poured upon us the Holy Ghost, and our
faces began to light up and shine with the glory of God, as Moses’
did when he came down from Mount Sinai.
The 144,000 were all sealed and perfectly united. On their
foreheads was written, God, New Jerusalem, and a glorious star
containing Jesus’ new name. At our happy, holy state the wicked
were enraged, and would rush violently up to lay hands on us to
thrust us into prison, when we would stretch forth the hand in the
name of the Lord, and they would fall helpless to the ground. Then
it was that the synagogue of Satan knew that God had loved us who
could wash one another’s feet and salute the brethren with a holy
kiss, and they worshiped at our feet.
Soon our eyes were drawn to the east, for a small black cloud
had appeared, about half as large as a man’s hand, which we all
knew was the sign of the Son of man. We all in solemn silence
gazed on the cloud as it drew nearer and became lighter, glorious,
and still more glorious, till it was a great white cloud. The bottom
appeared like fire; a rainbow was over the cloud, while around it
were ten thousand angels, singing a most lovely song; and upon it
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sat the Son of man. His hair was white and curly and lay on His
shoulders; and upon His head were many crowns. His feet had the
appearance of fire; in His right hand was a sharp sickle; in His left,
a silver trumpet. His eyes were as a flame of fire, which searched
His children through and through. Then all faces gathered paleness,
and those that God had rejected gathered blackness. Then we all
cried out, “Who shall be able to stand? Is my robe spotless?” Then
the angels ceased to sing, and there was some time of awful silence,