I saw the flag of British Columbia. The sun on the flag filled the sky, and I was immediately back in a vision that I had years ago, of the Son rising over the world illuminating a harvest that covered the earth.
In that vision I saw a huge and glorious sun setting over a vast field of wheat. It was beautiful; even spectacular — but I felt that there must be more. So I asked the Lord, “Please show me more!” My view instantly zoomed in, as though I had been given a million times binocular vision. This time I saw that the field of wheat was actually a vast plain of uplifted hands, waving in worship. Then my view zoomed in again, and I saw that the sunset was actually the cross of Christ, blazing in glory. In the vision a voice called out: “The Cross of Christ is the Throne of Christ — from now, and forever!”
This vision was powerful, and shifted my spirit’s knowing: about the meaning of the cross, the eternal power of the work of the cross, and Christ’s absolute dominion. It also tells that Jesus will come at the end of this age to set up His Kingdom in the midst of the largest and most spectacular harvest of souls that the world has ever known. EVERY knee shall bow and EVERY tongue shall confess that Jesus Christ is Lord!
But — seeing that vision a second time, set within the flag of British Columbia makes me believe that BC, if not all of Canada, will be a “Transformation” land in the end times. There are prophesied nations which will not bow to the power of the one-world anti-christ movement. These are lands which will begin to walk in the promises of His established rule and reign even now, as forerunners in the Earth. I believe that God has shown me that Fiji is one of them, and that there will be others. This second confirmation of the vision of the harvest, this time from within the flag of British Columbia, makes me feel as though BC, or all of Canada will be a transformation land as well. Let it be so, Lord — come quickly, Lord Jesus!
In this second version of the vision, I saw the King of Glory rising over the Northwest, a sunrise that moved west to east. I saw the cities of the Northwest rising from their seats of power situated across the landscape, to greet the King of Glory like world-weary women wrapped in their faded beauty. In the light of His dawning, they were as queens rising gratefully to welcome the dominion of the rising Son.