BEING CAUGHT UP BY MARK WATTENFORD
I was doing about the most common thing I could think of when it
happened. I was combing my hair in the bathroom. I was looking at my face,
putting a part on the left, combing most of it to the right with a slight twist
downward in the front. I suddenly heard a noise outside of the apartment to my
right, through the living room to the outside, like a roaring wind. I knew,
that I knew, that I knew it was the Spirit and Power of God come for me. I
recall thinking it reminded me of the "white tornado" as it clipped
through the far end of the living room. Then it whooshed around to the side of
the apartment that the bathroom was on and as my attention reverted back to the
mirror, that swirling little whirlwind of God's Spirit and Power came through
the ceiling and hit me on the top of the head. The knowledge came to me that I
was being changed from the corruptible into the incorruptible and that the
moment the change was complete my feet would leave the ground. Like a tornado
descending over my body, it stripped away the corruptible, replacing it with
the glorious as it went from head to foot. I saw in the mirror, as it reached
my shoulders, that where I had relatively short blonde hair a moment before, it
was now pure silky white flowing hair; long enough to brush the top of my
shoulders. The hair alone was full of glory and the excellence of God, and it
laid just the way I thought it should. I saw a changed face in the mirror that
was a thousand times more recognizable as myself than the corruptible self I had
seen a moment before. Every feature of my face was 100% me and not clouded by
any walls of hiding or twisted by any results of sin. It was a fully righteous self
as provided by the gift of Jesus Christ. I was not looking at an image of
Christ painted over me or an image of Jesus replacing me. I was looking at a
100% recreated in the image of Christ, ME. The "tornado" went down my
body, and surprisingly and somewhat humorous to me, stripped the clothes from
my body as it went, first the shirt, then the pants, clothing me with a pure
white robe as it went down. The robe had a kind of embroidery on the cuffs of
thread made from pure gold in a pattern particular only to my robe. When the
power reached my feet I exploded out of my shoes, shooting straight upwards
leaving behind a neat pile of clothes as they would fall from a body if it were
instantly vaporized. I was flying through the air at great speed. It felt, and
looked from what I could see, as though I were passing through the entire
universe. I knew in just another moment I would be standing face to face with
Jesus. I felt a sudden decrease in speed and came right up to what seemed to be
a large black velvet curtain. I knew, without seeing, that Jesus was on the
other side. I was puzzled by the curtain, but then Jesus, speaking to my spirit
from the other side of the curtain, related to me that this was not the actual
catching away, but that it was how the catching away would be and feel. He
conveyed to me that I could not come to the other side of the curtain yet
because I had to return to Earth. It was the real thing to me until He had
informed me otherwise. I guess it was like John who was shown things and experienced
things that still have yet to occur. Then after Jesus said I had to return I
felt myself plummeting backwards through space and ended up lying on my back
with my eyes bugging out starring at the ceiling in amazement knowing that in
the not too distant future I would experience it again on a "one way"
ticket basis. For the time remaining I would be allowed a chance to tell others
of some of those things that are in store for us in Heaven.
THERE IS NO OTHER NAME UNDER HEAVEN WHEREBY WE MAY BE SAVED. ONLY
THROUGH THE SACRIFICE AND SHED BLOOD OF JESUS CHRIST CAN WE EXPECT TO ENTER
INTO THE GLORIES WE HAVE ONLY GLIMPSED.