_____________Scenario one: Last Sunday a brethren shared his recent experience: he had twice seen the blood of Jesus filling his whole vision while praying in the spirit. Today after the 5-7:30 am Bible reading the handful of brethren walked pass the garden to the front gate and the watchman remarked that he had been prompted that they had not prayed enough. He received the reminders by watching the three trees outside along his pavement. The clumps of lush green leaves that grew out of the chopped bare trees had become yellow and dying on two trees. The third tree had started to show yellow dryness in parts of its clumps of leaves too. He also was alerted last Sunday while watching a young pastor preaching fervently on YouTube that we lacked fervent prayers that could break through the spiritual darkness currently enveloping the sky (indeed globally at this time)! After he and the other two brethren decided to each pray an hour in the spirit daily, he received a distant phone call also prompting that Christians have not prayed enough to break through the current spiritual oppression! This appears a worldwide phenomenon.
Three reminders to pray in the Spirit in the short span of three days. So the watchman decided to start today by enlisting a 71 year old grandma to pray or sing together for at least one hour in tongues. The grandma decided to sit at the dining table whereas the watchman stayed at his usual low table in the sitting area. They prayed for quite some time and found that they had only prayed five minutes. So they pressed on. Both praying fervently for unsaved friends and loved ones. As they continued the spiritual realm changed. They started singing in tongues. They pressed on until the watchman heard a music come forth by itself. It was one familiar hymn, “There is a fountain filled with blood” (of Jesus). They took out the old hymn books and found the hymn and sang until they were led in the spirit to sing another hymn on the power of the blood of Jesus. Then the watchman remembered the sharing by the brethren two days ago about seeing the blood across a brethren’s vision.
The message is, “Only the blood of Jesus saves.”
Scenario two: A 72 years old man passed away recently after being unconscious and bedridden since last August. During the wake night services his friends and relatives narrated that he was an enthusiast in running, gardening and making friends. He was a loving husband and dotting father and grandfather. He attended church and Bible study group for many years but did not make a commitment to accept Christ Jesus as his personal Savior and Lord until before that fateful event. He actually became serious in reading Bible and finally told his pastor that he was ready to be baptized. However he went for a last Hash run with his buddies and returned in an ambulance. He did not regain consciousness. The pastor baptized him during his unconsciousness. They all believed they would meet him in heaven one day. It was a touching and tear-filled time. He was indeed missed by his loved ones and many friends. They testified that he was a very intelligent man and did a lot of good turns for many who knew him.
Here is the lyrics of one of the hymns that he liked and they sang it in the wake service.
There is a fountain filled with blood drawn from Emmanuel’s veins;
And sinners plunged beneath that flood lose all their guilty stains.
Lose all their guilty stains, lose all their guilty stains;
And sinners plunged beneath that flood lose all their guilty stains.
The dying thief rejoiced to see that fountain in his day;
And there have I, though vile as he, washed all my sins away.
Washed all my sins away, washed all my sins away;
And there have I, though vile as he, washed all my sins away.
Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood shall never lose its power
Till all the ransomed church of God be saved, to sin no more.
Be saved, to sin no more, be saved, to sin no more;
Till all the ransomed church of God be saved, to sin no more.
E’er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme, and shall be till I die.
And shall be till I die, and shall be till I die;
Redeeming love has been my theme, and shall be till I die.
Then in a nobler, sweeter song, I’ll sing Thy power to save,
When this poor lisping, stammering tongue lies silent in the grave.
Lies silent in the grave, lies silent in the grave;
When this poor lisping, stammering tongue lies silent in the grave.
Lord, I believe Thou hast prepared, unworthy though I be,
For me a blood bought free reward, a golden harp for me!
’Tis strung and tuned for endless years, and formed by power divine,
To sound in God the Father’s ears no other name but Thine.
AAA watchman 
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