Jay Pape

In October 2023, around 2:30 a.m., God gave me a vision that shook my spirit to its core. It was not a dream. It was not imagination. It was too vivid, too timed, and far too prophetic to be anything but divine. When I woke up, I couldn’t go back to sleep. I sat there for 30 minutes, writing down everything I had seen.

I didn’t realize it then, but what I experienced that night would begin to unfold across the coming months—and would mark my life forever. This is the testimony of that vision. Three parts have come to pass. The final part, I am still waiting on. But I know this: Jesus is coming back. And He’s calling His people to stand.

"Surely the Sovereign Lord does nothing without revealing his plan to his servants the prophets."

In another vision, I was standing in the gravel driveway of my parents’ house, just watching the sky. My family was in the backyard, but I couldn’t hear anything they were saying. Suddenly, the wind began to rise, and clouds started to roll in like a wave of judgment.

My family ran inside the house. I ran and jumped into the bed of my truck, curling into the fetal position. Then—something massive came crashing out of the sky, and a pillar of cloud followed. It wasn’t ordinary. It was fierce. Divine. Holy.

As the cloud receded, I saw people—maybe 9 to 12 of them—standing before me. They repeated only one thing, over and over again:

"Jesus is coming back soon."

Five, maybe ten times, they said it. That was the message. Nothing more. And then everything faded to black.

"Then the Lord said to Moses, “I am going to come to you in a dense cloud, so that the people will hear me speaking with you and will always put their trust in you.”"
—Exodus 19:9

"Therefore keep watch, because you do not know on what day your Lord will come."
—Matthew 24:42

The next scene opened in a large facility. Sterile. Empty-feeling. I felt lost, confused, and deeply alone. I was looking for someone—specifically, a girl I had been talking to long-distance for a year. At the time of the vision, we were still in contact. But in the dream, no matter how hard I looked, I couldn’t find her. And the pain, the ache in my spirit, was overwhelming.

Three months later, it happened in real life. She stood me up at the airport. She wasn’t who she claimed to be. The grief I felt in the vision was the exact grief that rushed over me when it all came crashing down. God had shown me the emotional betrayal before it came.

This wasn’t just heartbreak. It was a revelation. I wasn’t where I needed to be with God, and I believe He used this to pull me back—to separate me from distraction and draw me into devotion.

"My son, do not despise the Lord’s discipline, and do not resent his rebuke, because the Lord disciplines those he loves."
—Proverbs 3:11–12

"The Lord descended in the cloud and stood with him there, and proclaimed the name of the Lord."
—Exodus 34:5

The next part of the vision showed me in the woods, pierced by large, wooden splinters all over my body. The pain was unbearable. I was screaming, rolling in agony. And then—a man appeared. He injected morphine into me, and the pain disappeared instantly.

I didn’t understand it fully—until it happened.

Fast forward to January 20th, 2025.

I went to work on a day I normally wouldn’t have. My coworker, Mr. Kelly, was there by “coincidence.” We split up to work 130 acres. While deep in the woods, I stepped and dropped—my spine ignited in pain. I could not stand. I called out. Mr. Kelly fought through the woods to find me, built makeshift crutches, cleared a path, and when I could crawl no longer, he dragged me back for an hour.

Later at the hospital? They injected morphine. I was diagnosed with three slipped discs in my lower spine.

God showed it all before it happened. The pain, the location, the stranger who would help, the relief—even the medicine. And through it all, He proved:

"I go before you. I walk with you. I carry you when you fall."

"Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me."
—Psalm 23:4

"Before they call I will answer; while they are still speaking I will hear."
—Isaiah 65:24

The final part of the vision hasn’t happened yet. But I believe it’s coming.

I saw myself standing at the corner of a busy intersection. Behind me was a tall glass building. In my hand was the Bible, and I was preaching—out loud, boldly, and without shame.

People were angry. They cursed at me, spit on me, struck me—but I didn’t stop. I just kept proclaiming the Word of God.

And inside that building… I saw my mother. Watching. Believing. Standing with me from within.

This was not a warning—it was a commission. A prophetic glimpse of what it will cost to follow Christ in a world that hates Him. And yet, through it all, I will stand and speak.

Because now I know:

He was with me in the driveway.
He was with me in the shadow of heartbreak.
He was with me in the forest of pain.
And He will be with me on the corner—when the Word burns in my bones and I can no longer be silent.

"Blessed are you when people insult you, persecute you and falsely say all kinds of evil against you because of me."
—Matthew 5:11

"But if I say, ‘I will not mention his word or speak anymore in his name,’ his word is in my heart like a fire, a fire shut up in my bones."
—Jeremiah 20:9

If you're reading this, I want you to know:

God still speaks. He still warns. He still walks ahead. And even when you are far, or distracted, or caught in something that is not from Him—He still reaches for you.

This is not the testimony of a perfect man.
It’s the testimony of a God who never left me.
And I believe He’s coming back soon.

If you’re not ready—get ready.
If you’re wandering—come home.
If you’ve been hurt—He sees you.
And if you’ve been called—stand up.