For the last fourteen years, and now in my fifteenth, my quest has been to receive the latter rain. In June, 1994, the Holy Spirit came upon me and began showing me the wonderful truth concerning the two-part Remnant—the two sons of fresh oil as presented in Zechariah 4. I will never forget when I read that chapter during that time, thinking—How can anyone therein deny the certainty of the two-part Remnant?

Another thing that was equally certain was the critical necessity of the latter rain. By the very nature of what these two olive trees are—the “two sons of fresh oil”—it was obvious that we had to have a Pentecost experience like unto the first Remnant—the fresh oil, the outpouring of the Holy Spirit. Yahweh showed me at the very outset of that time, on June 11, that what He did at the beginning of the church, He would do again at the end. That was an INCREDIBLE revelation that began this journey. And the one event that set the first Remnant apart from all other works and gave them their highly unique success was Pentecost.

Yahshua told His disciples, “behold, I am sending forth the promise of My Father upon you; but you are to stay in the city until you are clothed with power from on high” (Luke 24:49). Quite obviously, we too have to have that same power clothing us. Without it we are just as impotent and ineffectual as they previously were, and as incapable of bringing forth Yahshua as the Elijah as Mary would have been. “The angel answered and said to her, ‘The Holy Spirit will come upon you, and the power of the Most High will overshadow you” (Luke 1:35). This we MUST have.

By the end of August, my family and I left everything and moved to Washington state with one great expectation—Pentecost in June, 1995. When that day arrived, it was just our family tarrying, holding out to the end of the day at sunset in hopes for His Spirit, but He did not come. We were so devastated that we all slept in the living room together, the entire family. That next morning I went on a walk just as the sun was rising, numb with pain. In that walk, Yahweh spoke to me in a very small voice that I was not wrong. But quite obviously, something was not right.

Over the coming years others joined me in this hope, but it eventually cost me the loss of my family—they could not endure and pulled away in unbelief. In 2003, several of us gathered at my home in Washington to hold all things in common, in hopes of the latter rain. They came at Passover, and we committed to waiting upon Yahweh to Pentecost. But once again there was no latter rain. During the entire day of Pentecost I laid prostrate on the living room floor like a dead man, knowing that it was my only hope of making it through the day. Afterwards, I did not even want to live, and made plans that would have been my destruction, but Yahweh sent a way of escape and I took it.

Other Pentecosts came and went with no expectations, and certainly no outpourings. But I knew there was only one hope for the Bride, one essential element and experience—the latter rain.

When we moved to Washington, on one of the first mornings after arriving, Yahweh spoke to me that I was a Rizpah (2 Samuel 21:10), and was to sit on the rock with sackcloth until He poured out water from heaven on me. That rock with sackcloth has been very hard. But I wait for that water from heaven—the promised latter rain.

In 2005 I made yet another move, this time alone, relocating to Salem, Missouri. Soon after arriving, Yahweh began to reveal some incredible truths that were essential for the Bride. He began showing us the Millennial Calendar, and most importantly the necessity of adding a Pentecost to Tabernacles. (You can read about the latter at Trumpets, 2005, page 4.) Recently a dear lady sent me a link to an article about Pentecost, of course the Pentecost relating to Passover. My reply was direct. I have no interest in Passover’s Pentecost. I, for one, have suffered death and pain over that day for too many years. It is a feast and work that is in the past, has been fulfilled already, and led to a 2,000-year/two-loaf leavened work. For 2,000 years that ongoing work has effected death, and according to the testimony of the first Pentecost (Exodus 32:28), would bring another 1,000 years of death if it is not cut short.

While the first Remnant received the former rain at a Passover Pentecost, it became obvious that the second Remnant’s latter rain must come on a Tabernacles Pentecost. In contrast to a Passover Pentecost, a Tabernacles Pentecost leads not unto death but unto life and the creation of the new heavens and new earth. Therefore, in response to what we were learning, on December 25-26, 2005, we gathered for the first ever Tabernacles Pentecost, and that under the Millennial Calendar. You can read about that gathering at Tabernacles Pentecost, 2005.

Did we then finally get what we so desperately needed? Unfortunately, no. In fact, its “failure” was, once again, very painful. There is no way to gauge the pain that comes from this little book that is sweet to the mouth, but so very bitter to the stomach. When I was a boy, while harvesting pecans one day I ate so many that my stomach hurt so bad for so long that I prayed I would die. Those little scrolls were sweet to my mouth, but so bitter to my stomach that I did not want to live. I can only wonder if it was a foreshadowing of what I would suffer later.

In mid-2007, Yahweh then showed me another critical truth—the necessity of the flip. Tabernacles had to become the first of the year and not death-effecting Passover (The Revelation of the Millennium). Therefore, we changed from the Millennial Calendar, which was still a death-effecting Passover-first calendar, to the Tabernacles-first New Millennial Calendar. Once again we assumed that since we saw these things, it was time to effect the change. So, on January 2-4, 2008, we gathered in hopes of the latter rain. The results? There was no latter rain, but this time for me there was no pain. I had done all I could do and made plans to go to truck-driving school.

But Yahweh was evidently not finished with me. I flunked! During a simple stress test I made a joking comment to a man named Mark, which had the effect of elevating my heart rate to the exact rate I could not exceed. That was February 9.

When I came back home, I began writing and publishing news releases. Two new writings were also written, as well as Our Hope In 2008, which I would suggest you read. Then we began Remnant Bride Radio and the Remnant Bride Weblog. But in May of that year (2008), we realized that we had actually been one year early with the flip. You can read about this in Our Hope In 2008. That realization then opened the possibility that, indeed, 2008 could be the year that we receive the latter rain—the hope and purpose for which I have lived for fourteen years. I urge you to read these links to fully understand these matters, as my purpose here is to quickly traverse them.

This brings us to where we are today. When I wrote the lady concerning a Passover Pentecost, I told her that the only Pentecost I can focus on is the Tabernacles Pentecost on December 26, 2008.

After all these years and so much pain and loss, why do I even keep going on? Maybe the sweetness of these truths in my mouth makes the bitter stomach worth it. This is in fact very true. The marvels and wonders of what I see cannot be compared or even traded for anything else, anything. But also, from what I see, there is no other hope for either man or the church than the latter rain clothing the Bride with power. Certainly, 2,000 years of Christianity have been an abominable failure, and they would continue to fail for another 1,000 years if given the opportunity—the third son of Judah would die as well (Genesis 38).

Neither do nations have the answers or the solutions. In fact, they are part of the problem. There is only one hope, and that is the Elijah who turns the wrath of Yahweh and restores all things. That is our hope. Thus, the latter rain is CRITICAL and wholly worthy of unceasing pursuit, no matter what the cost, no matter how bitter the stomach may be. As long as there is hope for this, for it we must reach. There is no other hope for man.

For fourteen years I have paid a bitter price, even as Jacob labored for Laban fourteen bitter years in order to receive Leah and Rachel. This is now my fifteenth year, and Luke 3:1-2 gives me hope. Here we read:

Now in the fifteenth year of the reign of Tiberius Caesar, . . . the word of God came to John, the son of Zacharias, in the wilderness.

Let us lay out these names and their meanings.

Tiberius: good vision

Caesar: hairy

John: Yahweh is gracious

Zacharias: Yahweh is mindful

All of these are rather direct in their meaning, except for Caesar, hairy. Hair, as we address in Coverings, represents glory, even the glory that covered Adam and Eve in the Garden. It is the glory that is given to the woman, the Bride. And, it identifies Elijah. In 2 Kings 1:8, Elijah is identified as “a hairy man with a leather girdle bound about his loins.”

Therefore, if we place the meanings of these names for the names themselves, we have the following:

Now in the fifteenth year of the reign of good vision Elijah, . . . the word of God came to Yahweh is gracious, the son of Yahweh is mindful, in the wilderness.

It is indeed my hope that in this fifteenth year of this Bride work whereby my vision has ever increased—and I hope is now sufficient for the time—the word of Yahweh God is coming to me in His graciousness, mindful of us and our desperate need. And I trust these truths we have received of late are being and can now be fulfilled—the Trumpets, October 16 flip, and the latter rain at Tabernacles Pentecost, December 26, 2008.

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