Pilgrimage #2 revealed another facet of God's nature: prophecy is not a curiosity but a proof—His living evidence that He is active, orchestrating details with precision and purpose.
If 2023 was about awe before His fire, 2024 became about urgency, acceleration, and the witness of prophecy. God made it clear: His strange events are not curiosities but testimonies—evidence to a watching world that He is not dead.
That morning, I drove more than 250 miles across Michigan's Upper Peninsula—Lake Superior on my left, the Spirit near as breath.
Then my phone chimed: a forgotten Zoom meeting with a Canadian business prospect.
On July 4, it mattered little to him, but it struck me as a gut punch—I was hours from Wi-Fi.
Within one minute, a highway sign appeared: "Rest Area."
I pulled over, opened my laptop, and to my astonishment, the signal held steady beneath a canopy of trees—a cathedral of creation.
The video call connected perfectly.
"I am in the details," the Spirit impressed on my heart. "Even your business calls are under My orchestration."
The meeting went flawlessly. In that moment, God was saying: My presence covers both sanctuaries and marketplaces.
Night after night, new dreams carried fragments of the same phrases:
"God is not dead."
"God is alive."
"Prophecies will prove it."
Simultaneously, a song returned that I had not heard in years—Elton John's "Levon." The lyric echoed in my spirit:
"And the New York Times said God is dead …"
It felt as though Heaven itself issued a rebuttal. The Holy Spirit pressed on me:
"No — I am alive, and prophecy will prove it."
Scripture confirms this principle. Paul taught that when prophecy reveals the secrets of the heart, even unbelievers fall down and declare, "God is really among you" (1 Corinthians 14:24–25).
This was more than lyrical irony—it was a theological declaration. Just as Elijah's fire proved that the Lord is God (1 Kings 18), so modern prophecy testifies that God still speaks.
One particular dream carried a terrifying prophetic warning about someone I know—so vivid I awoke trembling. The message was unmistakable: prophecy is not peripheral; it is proof.
Three days later came the numeric echo.
On July 7, I found myself driving along 7-Mile Road at 7:07 PM. The temperature hovered near 77 degrees.
Each "seven" felt like Heaven's punctuation—covenant alignment, divine order, sacred rhythm.
"I am still speaking, still orchestrating. My timing is precise, My signs intentional."
Creation joined the conversation.
As Romans 1:20 declares, "His invisible attributes are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made."
Every creature and coincidence became part of Heaven's curriculum.
The most breathtaking sign arrived after the journey.
The next day, hiking the bluffs above the Mississippi River, I expected only exercise. Instead, the sky erupted.
Multiple rainbows, vast and radiant, unfurled one after another until the horizon shimmered with color.
I stood speechless. It felt like God's exclamation point, His way of underlining everything that had occurred.
"This is My punctuation mark," I sensed Him whisper. "What you have seen and heard is true. My promises are alive."
Pilgrimage #2 revealed that prophecy is not a fringe pursuit but God's living testimony that He is active and near.
Prophecy is proof. God still speaks to confirm His sovereignty and awaken faith.
Cultural echoes carry truth. Even secular lyrics become canvases for divine rebuttal.
Marketplace and ministry converge. God's presence inhabits Zoom calls and boardrooms as surely as church altars.
Creation testifies. Rainbows, wildlife, and numbers are God's fingerprints along the journey.
Covenant grace endures. The rainbows over the Mississippi bluffs were Heaven's punctuation — beauty sealing testimony:
God is not dead. He is alive, orchestrating every detail.
Prophecy is not optional—it is central to God's strategy for proving His existence.
He still delights to use cultural fragments, marketplace moments, and the language of creation to declare:
"I am alive, and My covenant still stands."