#23 Johnny: The Wrath of God

Johnny trembled. The bowl contained not liquid but a seething maelstrom of anguish. Within it swirled souls—the collective suffering of humanity.

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JOHNNY’S VISION COMES INTO FOCUS

As Johnny was sleeping in the middle of the night, he heard the thunderous rumblings in the distance. He jumped from his bed and looked out the window. He looked eastward. He saw amid the darkness a parting of the clouds, fully radiant with the burning of flames pouring into a bowl. In the center of this cosmic occurrence, he saw an angel and then heard a loud voice from the Heavenly Temple telling the angel, “Go and pour out on the earth the seven bowls of the wrath of God.”

Johnny dashed to the intercom to notify Apollyon. He rang once, then twice, and the third time Apollyon’s bodyguard said that Apollyon asked not to be disturbed. Johnny told the guard that it was imperative that Apollyon see what was happening outside the gate of the Temple. The guard refused to listen.

Johnny returned to the window and watched the prophetic disaster unfold.

Even though Johnny felt like he was a forgotten corner of God’s existence, where time and space blurred for humanity, Johnny stood on the precipice of the revelation of his dream. His eyes, wide with awe and terror, beheld a scene that transcended his mortal comprehension.

The heavens split open, revealing a throne of celestial fire. God—the Ancient of Days—sat upon it, robes billowing like cosmic fiery storms. His eyes blazed with righteous fury, and in His hand, He held a golden bowl filled with wrath.

“Johnny,” the voice echoed through the void, “behold the culmination of ages.”

Johnny trembled. The bowl contained not liquid but a seething maelstrom of anguish. Within it swirled souls—the collective suffering of humanity. Each soul bore scars etched by greed, hatred, and indifference.

Johnny watched as the angel poured the first bowl onto the Earth. It was filled with the maelstrom of infectious solution that caused painful sores. Johnny watched as painful sores erupted on the skin of those at the base of the mountain. He noticed these sores were not mere physical afflictions; they were the festering wounds of selfishness and cruelty. Johnny heard the whisper of God, “Their hearts,” God said, “were calloused. Now, their bodies will bear witness to the consequences of their rebellion against Me. For all those who received the mark of the beast and worship his image will be afflicted.” Johnny’s regret burned within his soul. For his eyes, heart, and mind could no longer deny that his father’s warnings were true.

Johnny looked down at his hand, at the mark of the beast he, too, received. His skin began to bubble. Surely, I will not be afflicted with such sores,” he thought to himself.

As dawn broke, the streets were filled with chaos - people running in every direction crying out for relief from their pain. Johnny remembered the teachings of his father regarding the suffering of Job and the painful sores Satan inflicted upon him. He wondered, Is Lucifaria responsible for this?

Johnny’s intercom rings. Apollyon demands an immediate gathering of his leaders. Within the hour, all leaders were sitting at the conference table of the World Chancellor. Johnny notices that Apollyon does not have the mark of Lucifaria. Only those gathered who are servants to him. He reflects back on the day when Apollyon required him to receive the mark. Johnny immediately felt deceived and cheated. Betrayal began to cultivate in his mind.

Apollyon, are these sores unto death? asked Johnny. “They are not!” replied Apollyon. “These sores are futile efforts by the Hebrew God to frighten my people. It will pass,” the World Chancellor demanded. Johnny and the Ten Kings felt immediate relief.

The council sat and developed a plan to provide medical care for those afflicted by the sores. Johnny was instructed to make a global announcement regarding the loving care the World Chancellor has in providing help. Each was instructed to direct the masses to the World Health Organization, which were well-represented throughout their kingdoms.

A confused but hopeful Johnny left the meeting and returned to his quarters. The next day, before he presented his speech on the global platform, he heard more rumblings outside his window. Fear flooded his soul. He somehow knew that another bowl was being set to pour out upon Apollyon’s people. Sure enough, yet another act of God’s wrath unfolded on the same mountaintop.

From his balcony, he looked over to the sea to discover waves crashing, crimson and thick, like the blood of a corpse. Johnny smelled iron—a scent of violence and spilled innocence. “Blood,” God intoned, “for all the unnecessary spilled blood through the ages, needlessly.”

He ran from his penthouse to the edge of the sea. Johnny stood on a shore that defied geography. The sea stretched before him—an expanse of liquid eternity. But this was no ordinary sea; it was the Sea of Blood. He turned to look upon the mountain, and blood was pouring from the bowl into the seas. He thought to himself, Could God have saved and measured the innocent blood of the ages? He heard a faint voice say yes.

As he received news that the plague had affected the entire globe, Johnny sank to his knees. The Sea of Blood whispered secrets—the cost of humanity’s choices. Redemption for a lost world is fading.

Johnny realized that the sores were infecting the global masses, and now the fish supply from the seas was no longer, so he sunk deeper into the sea of despair. Thinking to himself, my days as the great Prophet are numbered.

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