“I had been reading various things about the establishment of Zion and as my thoughts were on this, I was praying about it- more just a talking to the Lord about Zion and asking if I would be able to have any part in the building of Zion in these last days. This was on the evening of December 1, 1992. In answer to my questions, I received the following”
‘Margaret, I would that all my people-all those who sincerely seek me and seek to serve me- would take part in the establishing of my Zion, that Zion might be that place of refuge to which my children can be gathered as the storm clouds gather and the storm rages throughout this land; my cleansing storm. The hearts of my people are far from me. The hearts of my people are weighed and burdened by the cares of this world. Each heart, I call to come to be healed in me that each might be freed from worldliness and made whole in me. Only then can I use my people to establish my Zion in these last days before I come with vengeance to cleanse my land of the wickedness which ascends as a great stink to heaven.
Oh, my people, how they founder in the wickedness of the world, I hardly know my church anymore, shich calls itself mine, for it is so polluted and filled with the world that in name only is it mine. Yes, there are those whose hearts still turn ever to me, but many of these are so weak and broken and filled with frear that they behold my face only dimly and have lost the understanding and the belief of who I, their God, really am. They have forgotten, in their weakness, the power of God. My Will, will be done. Naught can hinder it, but oh my people, my sick, sick people. They walk about saying they are mine, patting themselves on the back, and turning up their noses at those who are not of their membership, never realizing that many of these souls they regard as lost or inferior to them, know me better than they do. They are steeped in unbelief as they point the finger of accustion at others and accuse them of the ill which they themselves bear deep in their hearts and souls. Much healing, much cleansing is needed. Wolves have come in and scattered my flock. My people, my people, my poor sick and lost sheep have grown deaf to the sound of the Shepherd’s voice for they no longer desire above all else to hear me and obey. They want comfort and ease and I have called them to battle; to put on the armor of battle to fight a war for me that must be fought. Will my angels alone make up the ranks? Will my people cling to their worldly ease and desert me at the last hour? Awake! Oh children of Zion. Gird on the armor of righteousness and join the ranks of my army that I might use you in the fulfilling of my purposes; in the establishing of my kingdom on earth. Would ye build my Zion? Would ye swell in my Zion? Come out of your comfort, believe, and arm yourselves for this great battle against the wickedness that would devour you before it is too late and you are eaten up and no longer my sheep.’
After receiving the above, I spent the next two days wondering and praying about what I was supposed to do with this message. I knew it was meant for me, but it also seemed apparently to be mean for others. On the eveing of December 3, 1992, I received the following as my answer:
‘Margaret, the message I gave you is a message my people have heard before, but they heed it not for no one believes it means them. They all believe I speak of some other member of their congregation. When wil my people look withing themselves and see the shattered, sick condition of their own hearts and souls and know I speak to them- to each one, not to the one who sits beside them, whose faults they can so readily see?
Give this message to my people. If only one looks within to see I speak to him, then I have not spoken in vain. And the angels in heaven will rejoice over even one who comes weeping before me to be made whole that I might use even that one to help establish my Zion. Fear not to do as I say for if tthis is rejected by all, it is me, their God, they yet reject again, not you.’
Margaret Smith, Columbia Falls
(Printed in Zion’s Advocate September 1993)