I was in communion with the saints. The sacred command was given in the church. There was a blessing. There was a Holy Spirit. I even shivered. I closed my eyes. Everything went well. And suddenly!
The Holy Spirit says: Pray for Ukraine.
I shook. Who to pray for?
How to pray? Oh Lord, among these merciless people. All Russians. Patriots. They have a top president and a powerful team of cheaters. They have to hate Ukraine.
And wish Ukraine death. Because there are Banderas and nationalists. That’s why our surgeons went there. There they are carrying out an operation to cleanse Ukraine of Ukrainians. Such an image is instilled in our people from morning to night. And now I have to pray for Ukraine!
For God’s sake! I groaned. And silence. My heart sank in fear.
Well, what are you afraid of, the Lord told me. Pray for the children. Do you know how many children your surgeons are currently killing? I froze. How should I know? So pray for everyone. Pray for the dead. Pray for the wounded children. Pray for the orphans whose parents your surgeons killed. Pray for children who do not currently have a kindergarten. There is no hospital. There is no school. No home. They have no clothes. They have no bread. There is no milk. No toys. They don’t have a father. They have no mother. They are refugees. Your liberators delivered them from all and expelled them to the periphery. Pray that they will not be insulted in a foreign land.
Pray for the parents whose children were killed. They are now in terrible grief. Your surgeons took everything away. Everything. Can you imagine how hard it is for them? I sighed. I wanted to say, I imagine, but I realized I couldn’t imagine. Well, one, two, well, in the worst case, a dozen, I can imagine, because I often meet the homeless even in well-fed Moscow. What about thousands? No brother, the Holy Spirit stopped me, not thousands, millions! Five million refugees, imagine? Pray for them. Your surgeons deprived them of everything and turned them into refugees, destroying their homes, schools, hospitals and cities. They have nothing right now.
Not even shoes or clothes. No money. There is no bread. No water. They have no medicines.
Your liberators freed them from it all.
I feel like I’m losing consciousness. I just get deaf, blind and full of pain. The Lord says, Pray. Pray hard.
Psalm 95:10: “Say among the heathen that the LORD reigneth: the world also shall be established that it shall not be moved: he shall judge the people righteously. ”
Now is the time to stand up for the suffering people of Ukraine.
I will judge the surgeons. I will judge these bosses.
I judge all those involved in this terrible, vicious and misanthropic operation.
The Lord stroke my head. Wiped away the tears. I was accepted.
Do not cry! After all, this disaster is necessary for you all to see:
Who cherishes what?
Who believes who?
Who loves what?
Who serves whom?
Who is worth what?
1 Peter 4:17: “For the time is come that judgment must begin at the house of God. but if it first begin at us, what shall the end be of them that obey not the gospel of God? ”
Yuri Sipko, RS Former Chairman of the ECB (Union of Russian Evangelical Christian Baptists).
Source: https://ieshua.org/yurij-sipko-duh-svyatoj-govorit-pomolis-za-ukrainu.htm
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