"The Fellowship"
My wife Lori and I heard about a church in Kansas City that taught about and ministered in the prophetic. We were living in Springfield, Missouri and friends of ours were driving up every weekend to attend, a 110-mile drive one way. I had shared a few of my dreams and visions with them and they encouraged me to go to learn more on how God works in that realm.
We moved back to Bozeman having never gone. However, we began working with a couple, John and Cheri, in the direct sales company and I traveled a bit with them promoting the business.
On one trip John and I took to Kansas City, John insisted I go and talk to someone at that church and discuss some of my dreams and visions as he thought that maybe I could get some insight.
He set up a meeting with one of their associate pastors, Michael Sullivant. My main concern was, “Were all these twelve dreams real and are they going to happen?” But also, the day-to-day ones that seemed to shock my system continually, how do I deal with them?
We met with Michael and two of his prophetic team members and talked through several levels of things. I shared with them a few of my experiences and my ten dreams but not the other two. In the end, it was their opinion that what I was experiencing was the real deal and that I should take it all very seriously.
This was a bit of a blow to me in a way, as I was afraid of some of these dreams coming true. But yet I knew in my heart-of-heart, and with the accuracy of the ones that had already come true, that I needed to understand how to deal with what I was experiencing.
A few months later we heard the church was offering teaching in a conference setting there in Grandview. Lori and I signed up to go along with a few other friends from Bozeman.
The church was called Metro Vineyard Fellowship and was located in Grandview, Missouri. This was the church I was recommended to take a friend to, and it was involved in the Toronto movement.
At one point I found myself standing near the back of the auditorium and I realized I was standing in the place of my twelfth dream, “The Man” dream. Instantly I knew the man from that dream was here, and that he was behind me.
I slowly turned around and there he was, a quadriplegic sitting in a wheelchair. I turned back around and asked the Lord if there was anything he wanted me to do, such as go introduce myself to talk with him and/or offer him a prayer. He responded saying, “No, you will meet him, but I will bring it about in a different way.
The main speaker was the church’s pastor Mike Bickle. He taught some on end-times events and that he believed an outpouring of the Holy Spirit would occur sweeping hundreds of millions of people into the Kingdom right before the return of Christ.
This teaching lined up with what I saw in my tenth dream. I was amazed to hear a pastor talk on this in that way, as I had never heard anyone state beliefs so close to mine on these matters.
We left the conference never having met “The Man”.
Shortly after the conference, Lori and I felt led to move our family to the Kansas City area and attend the church, build our direct sales business, and get to know my biological family that lived in the area. We moved to Kansas City on October 20, 1995.
The first Sunday morning we attended church and as we were walking in, I asked the Lord, “How long will we attend this church?”
His reply was, “Across five Halloweens”. This was an allusion to a book concerning the American Civil War I had when I was in Junior High School called, “Across Five Aprils”. I immediately knew three things for sure. The first, we would attend the church for four years. The second, we had just stepped into a spiritual civil war zone. The third, this was indeed the church of my fifth dream.