The meetings were powerful. Each night what appeared to be hundreds and hundreds of people wended their way down the aisles as our team reached out their hands and healed the sick, the lame, the broken. I never saw their faces. They just wept and wept.

Each night I would head back to the place my wife and I were staying. Our grandchildren would be there.

Each morning Jacob would ask me, “did they ALL get healed?”

The days were a blur. The area beautiful. It seemed liked it was in the north or something. The women who we were staying with were the most amazing hostesses. Everything was perfect.

The last night something was different and I was asked if I would mind driving. I said no. I said good bye to the grandchildren and for the first time realized the name on the building. Sungshan Mountain.

As we headed down the mountain to the meeting place, the driver ahead of us suddenly veered off the road on what I would have described as a “logging trail”. Trying to keep up he drove into an area where suddenly my car was submerged in the mud. He pulled ahead and looked back. Laughing, he took off.

I awoke with a huge start.

Everything had been so “perfect” what had that all been about?

I pondered it. I heard the word “sanction” (Sungshan=sanction) and realized a “sanction” had been brought against me in the dream. A penalty for the healings. Breaking the law. Breaking the rules. (I recognize I am in good company with Jesus!) Now “sungshan” or Songshan is a mountain in China as well, where the famous Shaolin Temple of Kung Fu is located. Songsha literally means “lofty mountain”.

I thought more about it. What was the value for me? For you?

I felt this nudge. We have moved into a season of grace, unprecedented in our world. Not all the world is ready or even wants what is being offered. (In China it is perceived that in a few short years, it will be the Christian “nation” of the world. April 20th, 2014 Telegraph.co ) We are in the midst of a battle for minds and hearts. Grace will win.

The days of “one man” ministry are soon to be over. The idea of being “stuck” will not be because teams of ministry will carry out and go forth.

Today we are seeing amazing things happen. These will soon be dwarfed by an outpouring of “biblical” proportion. We can not fathom the immensity of the healings and miracles to come forth. Even as I lay on my bed and thought “what if all might be saved” my brain was unable to determine what that would look like.

But I saw “gifts of freedom” as I pondered that idea. Everywhere there was a smile and everywhere there was freedom. Grounds and lands once thought uninhabitable burst forth with life. Technology was on a vertical that graphs could not record the height of day’s ingenuity. I looked and saw families of restoration. I saw the world change right before my very eyes.

We are in the midst of mighty changes. I know in our home fellowship, it is becoming “electric” with the power of His goodness. Only yesterday as I looked out at the fully packed “house” I saw the angels and the presence moving in and out and about.

That type of atmosphere is about to invade in places where invasions were not thought possible.

I recognized that last night was more than dream. It was a visitation. Be open to the visitations that many are going to incur. Especially amongst the children.

Something changed in yesterday’s resurrection day. I am not totally sure what, but I know we crossed a line, opened a door, turned on a light.

I think this is a week of testimonies spreading and increasing.

Keep your eyes on the ball!