Journal of the Unknown Prophet

During a ten day period in November of 1999, Wendy Alec received a visitation from the Lord Jesus Christ. He spoke of mercy, He warned of judgment...on the world's trading systems, on ministry leaders...upon the church. He wept. In two separate visitations in 2002, He spoke in anguish of the Last Days assignments against the elect, He warned of the Great Blinding, of seduction, lust and Jezebel and the Great Falling Away... 'My children perish...' Jesus' voice was so soft...that it was barely audible...And then He turned to me, His beautiful countenance ravaged with grief. 'Now warn My children...warn My beloved...that even those in the deepest mire might find their way home...'

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From the Inside FlapFor as we enter the twenty-first century, there is a cry that would ring out from Jesus Christ of Nazareth, as He who neither slumbers nor sleeps, walks even today through the streets of London, Rome, New York, Beirut, Los Angeles, Delhi, His cheek wet with tears for a lost and fatherless generation neither cognizant of His presence nor caring.

But still He walks...unseen...and still He weeps.

Oh, and how long has He sought you, beloved? How many nights has He stood listening silently waiting in the shadows unseen by you? And as you lift up your tear-stained face to Him, half blinded by the radiance from that most beautiful of countenances, He reaches out His hand to you and His touch lingers on your cheek as He brushes away the tears that flow. And He smiles that most wondrous of smiles.

'You?' you mouth soundlessly.

And you hear His tender whisper: I have sought you all your life. Through all the pain, through the loneliness, I have sought you. Each time your heart broke soundlessly with the agony of not belonging, I sought you. Through each rejection, through each hour of despair, I sought you. I was there, loving you. Reaching out to you. It was Me all along. And as your eyelids gently close, as you are engulfed in His tender embrace and the tears fall, somewhere through the sands of time in that netherlalnd betwixt sleeping and waking, you recognise that familiar presence and you too know that He was there. It was He all along.

About the AuthorWendy Alec's calling to the Body of Christ to work in the area of Creative Evangelism in the media, has been integral in the pioneering and establishing of Europe's first Christian Television Network, GOD TV. Wendy had originally intended to keep her identity as the "Unknown Prophet" anonymous--hence the lack of an authors name on the front cover. She explains, "I sensed during the writing of the journal that I dare not touch his glory, that these are not my words--this is not my work." That her identity is revealed here is for reasons of accountability alone.