My dream changes again and I find myself in an old style Seventh-day Adventist
church. The year is sometime in the 1940s or 1950s. I sit quietly while I listen to a very
reverent service. The message is about “The Great Blessed Hope” we all have in the
return of Jesus. It is about how to examine and prepare our hearts through repentance.
It is about what we must do to prepare for His imminent return. It is about the great
sacrifice Jesus made for each of us.

I look around and there are many angels standing with great respect for the reverence
in this sacred worship service. As I continue to look around, I see that this building was
constructed to be a sacred house of worship. The wood beam in the ceiling, the wood
rafters connected to the beam, and even the color of the paint on the walls speaks to
the holiness of this temple of worship. Up front I notice a communion table with an
ornate cloth draped from the left to the right side. On top of that cloth is a wooden stand
with a large, white Bible sitting on it. On the front of the communion table and engraved
in gold are the words “THIS DO IN REMEMBRANCE OF ME.” This church takes
seriously the importance of partaking in the “Lord’s Supper and the Ordinance of
Humility.”

The message ends, and a hymn is sung. The congregation is not aware that angels
there have joined in singing the hymn. I think how scarce sacred hymns are today. I
know the service ends, and it was a great message to encourage each member to
continue on through the coming week.

Next, I notice those in attendance sit quietly when the service ends. Then soft, sacred
music begins to play, and the pastor and elders walk from the platform and down the
aisle. Deacons walk to the front of the church to dismiss each row, and the members
walk out quietly with respect for the sacred sanctuary. No one talks until after exiting the
sanctuary. Oblivious to all there, angels veil their faces and softly sing a song of respect
that is offered to God.

Now the time goes forward, and I am standing in this same church once again. I am
there to observe a service taking place in 2020. I immediately notice there are no angels
present. The communion table with the Bible is no longer there, and I wonder why it was
removed from the church. I think of the importance of the table and what it symbolizes. I
think of the words that were engraved on the front.

The worship service is now comprised of no hymns but lots of hand-clapping songs with
repetitious words almost like chanting. Many get up and dance on the waxed and shiny
wood floor where the communion table used to be. Have they forgotten to “DO THIS IN
REMEMBRANCE OF ME?” I am wondering why they no longer see the importance of
the Ordinance of Humility. Have they forgotten the importance of Jesus in that upper
room, humbly washing each of His disciple’s feet? Have they forgotten the Last Supper
when the bread they ate and the grape juice they drank symbolized the body and blood
of Jesus on the cross?

Now I notice many with their hands waving over their heads, while others clap their
hands to the beat of the band on the platform. I look around again to see if even one of
God’s holy angels is present. I see none. I get up and leave.

A few hours later I return to the same church. I notice it is now empty and quiet. I go
inside, and to my dismay, I see a very filthy church filled with debris, trash, dirt, dust,
spilled coffee, soft drinks, pastry crumbs, and other snacks thrown on the pews and
floor. Even though it is Sabbath, I have the desire to clean it. My heart aches because of
what has been left after the most disgusting church show. It is an unholy place that is
appalling to God and needs cleansing.

My mind ponders on how this should be a holy sanctuary to worship God. It should be a
sacred place filled with heavenly angels, just as it is around God’s throne. The angels
there sing “Holy, Holy, Holy,” veil their faces, cover their bodies, and hover above the
floor to avoid desecrating a sacred place.

Still inside the sanctuary next to the pews, I suddenly notice smoke coming from a wall.
I grab a hose and start spraying it. A few seconds later, I notice a great fire all through
the exposed ceiling beams. I study the beams because of their enormous size. Then I
sense a strong impression about the importance of knowing the dimensions of the walls
and the beams.

I notice the middle beam goes from the back of the church all the way to the front. I
know that this beam was made from one very tall tree that was all hand-hewn. With the
use of axes, saws, and other special hand tools, it took many hours to create its
massive size. I am amazed by the support it provided as the backbone for what was
once a holy church. I know that each supporting beam was seasoned, stained, and
varnished to a light shade.

The Great Controversy (1888), p. 49
Almost imperceptibly the customs of heathenism found their way into the Christian church. The
spirit of compromise and conformity was restrained for a time by the fierce persecutions which the
church endured under paganism. But as persecution ceased, and Christianity entered the courts and
palaces of kings, she laid aside the humble simplicity of Christ and his apostles for the pomp and
pride of pagan priests and rulers; and in place of the requirements of God, she substituted human
theories and traditions.

The walls of this church are 12 feet high on each side. On the top of each wall are the
12 smaller supporting beams. They are 12 feet apart and connect to the middle beam
on the left and right sides. When I calculated the width of the walls and the size of each
beam, I noticed that the sanctuary was at least 156 feet long.

I wonder why I was strongly impressed to pay close attention to the height of the walls. I
already know that each beam is 2 feet wide on all four sides. Then I think about the
height of the walls on either side. Each wall is 12 feet high. Then I was impressed to
add the size of the walls to the length of the church. Adding 156 to the two twelve-foot
walls resulted in 180 feet. I asked myself why that would be significant.

As I gaze at this amazing ceiling, I am reminded of the words “stand on the wood as the
wood is truth” from the dream “Stand on the Truth.” In the past, the wood beams would
have “held up” the words spoken in truth—the many messages presented there that
were inspired by the Holy Spirit. Now the rafters show noticeable decay.

Knowing that I was to pay close attention to the measurements I had observed in the
dimensions of the ceiling, I stop to think about what I am being shown. I have been told
many times that if we dig deeper, there are things to learn in each message. Nothing
happens by chance, because God always plans ahead. I think about what is being
shown here that requires more searching.

The Guide looks at me, smiles, and says, “You have been shown something which
requires deep study. There are things that others may learn from the dimensions you
noted. Here is something to help with understanding.

Instantly I think of the 156-foot length of the middle beam, the 12-foot height of the right
wall and the 12-foot height of the left wall. Those three measurements equal 180 feet.
Are we being shown to turn around and go 180 degrees from the direction we are
going? The turning from left to right? The turning from north to south? The turning from
west to east? The turning in the opposite direction from current church practices,
worship, and management?

I begin thinking about the church’s one piece, solid wood beam that was 156 feet long.
The one piece, solid wood beam was 156 feet long. I wonder why the 156 is so
important. I immediately think that this is the end of September 2019. When I subtract
156 from 2019, I get 1863. Then I realize that the Seventh-day Adventist Church was
organized in May of 1863.

I know the two 12-foot walls on the left and right equal 24 feet. Subtracting 24 from 2019
results in 1995. What happened that year? The North American Division of Seventh-day
Adventists requested permission to ordain women in its territory, and it was to be voted
on at the General Conference of Seventh-day Adventists’ session which met in the
Netherlands.

Adding the dimensions, 156 + 12 + 12, equals 180. That number is represented as a
turning around to go in a different direction. If you are going left and you make a 180-
degree turn, you will be going to the right. If you are sinning and ask for forgiveness,
then you would make a 180-degree turn.

If a child is old enough to understand a parent’s good instruction, but he refuses to
obey, he deserves to be punished. If God instructs that women’s ordination and
homosexuality are not to be, then it stands to reason that God will punish.

Next, I hear a voice state, “Churches such as these are no longer God’s houses of
worship.” Then I notice the Guide behind me. Speaking my heavenly name, he says,
“This building that once was a great house of worship is nothing but a building of iniquity
and is no longer needed.” He reaches for my right hand and says that we must leave
here immediately. We quickly pass through the walls and stand outside. He says to
notice the roof.

The Guide and I rise into the air. From my vantage point, I see what I can only describe
as if someone holds a large container of burning liquid and pours it over the entire roof,
engulfing it in flames.