Face of Jesus

In 1986 I started to work at the shipyard repairing Containers. It was quite heavy work but it was free and the salary was Ok. But only after some months I accidently slipped with some tool and crushed my left hand under some sledge Hammer. It didn't really hurt so much and I thought it was just something that would pass in a few days or so, but the day after I went to see the doc and he told me I must have a surgery because my left forefinger was crushed and needed to be under the knife and also should be in need of a plaster. After the surgery I went home and sat down in front of my Tv. The Doc had said I was to be on the sick-list for at least 5 weeks and I was to be back to him for a check after 2 week, to see that the finger was holding the right position or something. SO...as I sat there in my living room I looked at the Tv and decided I should watch the Thing. As I rose and went to get the machine going, suddenly the whole thing just went stone dead – and I heard the Lord saying these words to me:” U should now look into my own written Word instead of that Tv. Read my word, pray and seek my will from now on!” Without realising it I was holding my breath and for - like it seemed- all eternity I wasn't breathing at all, fearing to displease God. It was very real, very frightening and very trembling. And very Holy. I am quite sure U don't have a clue what I'm talking bout, but that's Ok.

So I decided I should obey the voice and I begun to read my bible every day. The voice had not told me any specific chapter or verse to start my reading, so I begun right from the beginning – from Genesis. Every Day I read the bible and prayed and did seek the will of God. I did not see anybody, just was all by myself everyday and spending quality time with the Most high God and I enjoyed it very much. I didn't hear a thing from Him and as the weeks went by I started to become a bit frustrated bout the whole situation...Why did He not say something? What was the whole point, anyway?
And how long was this going to be?
During this time, the only living soul I met was the girl at the supermarket, the one behind the cash desk....

After 2 months I thought I had made a big mistake. But I continued to read the bible and pray.

After 3 months I was sure I was going to loose my mind. But I just obeyed the voice and kept reading and praying and seeking the will of God.

When 4 months went by and NOTHING happened at all, i said to myself that it was better to continue because if God was a lier... I was the first to know.

2 weeks went by and summed all up to 4 and half months total – still NOTHING from God. So that night when I went to bed I didn't expect anything to happen, really. As soon as I was turning the lights off and getting ready to fall asleep, suddenly I heard a loud, very loud voice talking in some foreign language – it sounded like a machine-gun firering at free will, over and over again. And then it was all gone. I realised it was me who was the one speaking those strange words, in that unknown language and then the elements, the air itself begin to burn like a hot fire. There was like some sheets drawn aside in front of me and then suddenly there was this huge Angel, standing over my bed. In his hand he was holding a huge sword, a burning sword and his legs...his both legs was like fire allover....He was big, like 2 and half meter or so...I begun to scream my head off!!! I thought I was gonna Die for sure. I started to beg for forgiveness for every sin I could remember committed and while i was doing this , I heard Him say:”Why are you confessing things that I have forgot long time ago? If I do not recall these things, why should you?” I felt a big relief and heard myself quoting the scripture that says:”For the Angel of the Lord guards and rescues all who reverence Him”[Psalms 34:7]

When the Angel spoke it was at first him and then it became the Lord....and then it was The Spirit talking bout the future. So One became three and three became One. The Angel said he had to fight his way through the spirit world – he was the Angel of the Lord. So first he spoke and then the Lord spoke. Regarding the future and what was going to happen, it was the Spirit giving information in a 'word of wisdom'. Whenever I closed my eyes I was drawn out of my body by the Spirit. I sensed how my spirit was leaving my body through my head and it scared my guts – I hold my eyes wide open all the time and was beginning to enjoy the whole experience, more and more. In my stomach there was a huge Fire burning and it went up to my head and then it went down to my feet. There were three places that was on fire: my heart, my stomach and my head. The stomach symbolised my spirit. The heart was my soul. And my head was my mind being pierced by that sword – His word. There was no time and when everything suddenly just lifted upwards in the air, I quickly checked my watch – the time elapsed was 30 minutes, but it felt like several hours, really.

During three Days the Lord showed me things that was going to happen in the future. Not everything has come to pass and there are some issues I do not understand and also there is the question why some things did not happen the way He told me.

I'm sure He has a good explanation to all this.

I don't.

I want to tell U a story. It took place in the mid December of 1980 and its bout a young man in his
early twenties and how he ended up facing the mercy of the living God. This man – lets call him
Mark – was feeling not to good after using some drugs for a period of two years,or so. Every
night, it seemed, he dreamt about the devil and his demons coming to catch him to uttermost
darkness and awakening in the mornings he always found himself lying in sheets covered by his
own transpiration , he could see the shape of his own body lining up as an impact on the sheet. He
smelled all kinds of sensations through his nose; awful smell and odour, of dead meat, a smell from
the underworld – he thought he was loosing it completely. Everyday his mind was battling to have
contact with reality and he heard all this ”noises” inside his head; demons telling him that he was
about to die and he could not get away, he was trapped and , they assured, he better believe it. Mark
then decided to pay a visit to the local church to see if he could get some help from their pastor –
after all, he was baptised in that church some years previously.
He then went to a meeting in the pentecostal church and sat there while the pastor did his thing, then
Mark jumped up to his feet and almost ran down the gate to the pulpit where he grabbed the pastor
and begged for his attention. The preacher sat there and listen silently to what Mark had to say.
”And I think perhaps that I am in need of a deliverance from some sort of evil spirit that has
somehow infiltrated my mind and bringing all sorts of confusions to me. Help me! Do something!”
The pastors wife came to inform her husband that he was indeed needed somewhere else and that it
was to be in a hurry too...so when she had left Mark alone with the pastor, he told him
this:”Well...young fellow! The devil is a liar, u know. He has been that from the beginning and you
should not bee troubled by this – after all you where baptised in this church, wasn't you? And you
did resurrect to a new life in Him, in Christ...So! There's nothing really wrong here, is there? He is
just a big liar, don't ya think?” The pastor looked him in the eyes and said:”Shall we pray?”
They both bowed their heads in prayer and Mark then ”left the building”, since that was the way the
King used to do. The voices in his head was actually gone! What a relief, he thought and begun
walking towards the bus stop, hoping to catch the next bus home. When Mark almost reached the
bus, again the voices began talking ...”Don't you dare to visit this church again!” they complained,
”If you do, we'll kill you!”

During a period of almost a full year Mark was tormented every night by his horror demon dreams
and was all covered with transpiration that was so heavy that all the sheets was going straight to the
washing machine, now and then. He thought there was no hope left for him to relay on, but one
day there was this couple from England visiting a friend of his and they kindly invited Mark to pay
a visit to their home – which he did.

One certain traveling preacher, Ulf Magnusson, was planning to have some pentecostal meetings at a Mansion called ”solbacka”, just outside Gothenburg and through these friends from england he was asked to join them on this trip to ”solbacka”. Mark accepted to come along and when the party arrived there was a lot of people already gathering there and the atmosphere was quite pleasant. Mark stood on the patio and smoked one cigarette after another while he drank that hot coffee and let it slip through his thirsty throat. It was kind of cold outside, being close to Christmas holiday and all. So he went inside and the meeting was already starting with some good old gospel feeling kind of songs, so he sat down in his chair and just sat there listening. He was not enjoying ”the show” but at least there was some action going on...The preacher wasn't alone; he was showing up with two other fellows, John Brandström who was to become the head of a fellowship called ”Gothenburg biblecenter” and then there was this Ulf Christiansson, Johns childhood friend, who was the guitarist and lead singer in Jerusalem, a Christian rock group just heading for the charts at that time. John and Ulf took their guitars and begun to play some tunes and singing along, best they could. Soon the whole congregation started to follow and the entire place was just rocking awesome...some youth from a nearby city joined and begun to clap their hands while they were shouting: ”He has risen, He has risen! Jesus is King, He has risen!” Mark was wondering what was wrong with those fellows, why where they shouting like that? He couldn't figure it and went outside doing his usual thing; smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee.

After some break where sandwiches was served along with the usual coffee, it was time to catch up with the meeting announcements, and John did his best not to sound to much boring while he announced the program for the upcoming weeks in the church.Then the traveling preacher came along and headed towards the mic. He had been working in the field of electricity and then got saved , moved with his wife to California, got involved in the Jesus movement and begun to travel around with some Jesus people and prayed a lot for the sick. And the ones that got healed offered him money and thats how he and his wife was getting along, at that time being. Now he had returned back to Sweden and was still in the ”preaching business” and had a habit of praying for the sick or needed ones. So this Ulf Magnusson started to preach. And did he preach! I don't know how long time elapsed before he was coming to the conclusion in his sermon, but I think there was a lot of waters passing under those bridges in Paris...finally he grabbed the mic. And said:”If you are here and need someone to pray over you, don't hesitate! Come forward in the name of Jesus!”

Nobody moved. There was a compact silence in the building, some person coughed...some did reach after that chewing gum in his pocket....

”You're just sitting here, judging other believers...are you that much better yourself? Come out of your closet, my friend!”

No reaction whatsoever.

The preacher stopped for a while , almost to let it sank in, sort of. Then he continued with a convincing voice:” You're a big smoker and you are sitting here and can't quit this habit of your's – step forward and let us pray for you and then you will be free of that yoke of tobacco, in the name of Jesus!” Bettan, friend of Mark, who had invited him to this meetings, said:”Isn't he talking bout you...don't ya think?”
”No! That preacher already knows bout my smoking habit since I talked with him several days ago and he then did confront me with this habit of mine. He's just a big joke!”
Mark was a bit upset and angry since he thought it was a sheep trick to pull, like this. He therefore decided to go outside and have a coffee and a smoke, just to cool things off. While making his way out through the crowds and stumbled chairs, Mark was feeling kind of strange ...like there was some battle going on in his mind and he was the one loosing it – big time. Then he felt this huge hand pressing him towards the estrad...and he did not really know himself why he was going forward to that preacher, but he did. No human hand touched Mark on his way to the already waiting preacher. But he felt it, it was like the hand of God reaching down and gently pushing him , saying:”If you don't do this now, it will all be to late, much to late.”

Ulf Magnusson looked at Mark and offered him a quick and hasty smile, then whispered silently:”What is your problem, my brother..what can I do you for?”
”Well...” Marks voice was fading away in some distant far away room....”I think I wanna quit smoking, sort of.”
”You really want to quit smoking? If you don't wanna do it with your whole heart I sure can not help you!”. Mark did nod his head as to an attempt to answer, but sure did not feel to good bout it all, to be honest.
How on earth did I ever ended up here?, he wondered.
Suddenly there was this voice in the room, shouting like a tornado:”You spirit of darkness! You lying spirit, I bind you in the name of Jesus! Let go of this brother – now!”
Mark then realized that his two feet were like welded to the floor and his whole body started to swing like some clock pendulum; left, right, left, right. Some strong power took over his actions, and with force too. Mark felt like he was standing beside himself and at the same time he was inside also.

”Come out of him, you lying spirit!” The traveling preacher really did his best to persist. At this point he felt this hatred coming up from deep inside of his soul and Mark heard a voice saying to him:”I hate him! Lets kill him, lets strangle him and then run for your life! Leave these lunatics who are gathered here. But first: kill that preacher!”

Mark felt a strong force guiding his arms toward that preacher and as he sensed his throat with the fingertips of his, almost reaching his neck in the attemt to strangle that man...Then suddenly, a white shining bright light came from nowhere. It seemed to come from up above and he was immediately brought out of his body, standing a bit to the right he saw his own body falling backwards and then there was some people standing behind of Mark, catching him up and laying his body down to the floor. He did see a huge hand coming down from heaven and He took Mark and brought him up in the spirit and they were going up in the heavens. And even more up they went. He showed Mark something. A burning bush, a hot fiery coal and over that fire there was this rotating thing, it seemed like a big meat sort of thing...As they went closer and closer Mark became aware of one thing; that thing rotating over that fire, that hot fiery coal – it was a human being...it was Mark! He was stunned! Then the word of the Lord came to him, saying:”As the sun went down and it was dark, Abram saw a smoking fire-pot and a flaming torch that passed between the halves of the carcasses.” Gen.15:17

This torch began a journey in Marks body, from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet. It felt like a burning sensation allover and his body was shaking, his feet was trembling like a rattlesnake and suddenly he saw his own soul in front of him. There was 4 levels or dimensions in the soul, each one connected to the brain. The one lying at the top was all dark , the rest was transparent all the way through. This huge hand from heaven took this black dimension in Marks soul and crushed it. Then He took a shining new one and replaced the one that had been so dark covered by evil and rebellion. Then there was nothing. Then silence. After some 20 minutes or so, Mark was fully awake and found himself lying on the floor and the preacher ready to close his sermon with some final statements . He felt such a great joy, almost overwhelming at the time, and did try to get up on his feet but did not succeed – Marks legs just wouldn't move the way they used to do so he went down again. Sat there until he managed to make his way down to that chair of his. His face was shining , some said. Others just smiled at him. I promise you, this was pure heaven - I ought to know: I AM Mark...

And I want it. More. Every day. Every single day. More-more-more!!!