Six Hours in Heaven

As told by Henry Gruver

Hope’s note:  I am pleased to introduce you to Judith and Henry Gruver.  God has asked Henry to walk all over the world, assigning him to pray for particular cities.  God often first speaks to Judith and then he’ll tell Henry the name of a city that he is to pray over.  The money comes in for the trip and he will get a map and systematically walk down every street of that city. Oftentimes, revival breaks out in the city or town after Henry walks there and prays in obedience to the Lord.  Henry’s been in 200 cities all over the world.  God has blessed his obedience and showed him the city that will one day be our home forever. 

Henry Gruver’s Prayer Walk Before the Heaven Visitation

On October 22, 1988, I’d just come back from walking and praying in Europe.  I had many elderly men and women who covenanted to intercede and pray for me.  A special group of 25 people were faithful in this.  When I came back we sent out invitations and asked them to come to a special meeting.  I wanted them (the elderly prayer warriors) to know what happened while they prayed.  Everyone brought a hot dish, a salad, and a dessert.  We planned for dinner at noon, and then to go back for a couple more hours. 

The Glory of God Came Down

At 10am, we began with prayer, and I explained the Lord gave my wife a song that would fit in.  As she was singing, the glory of God came down in the room. 

Let me explain if you haven’t experienced this.  When the glory of God comes down, this awesomeness comes over you.  To some it can be a terrible experience because you’re not physically spiritually ready for it.  If it comes and you’re totally not ready for it, you’ll jump up and run out of the room.  We had people there who were in 80’s and couldn’t walk real well.  When the glory of God came down, I went out of my seat and flat on the floor, my nose touching the floor. 

Down deep in innermost being was billowing out of my lips, “Holy, holy, holy.” 

His presence was so awesome that was the only expression I could give that my being felt was adequate for that presence.  Same, “Holy, holy, holy,” was billowing around

them.

In that presence of his glory that came down, I no more than realized my wife stopped singing and was down there beside me, just enough time to recognize others were on their faces and instantly I was walking on the streets of gold.  I was in a totally different realm. 

There I was on the streets of gold.  I did not petition the Father to come to heaven. It was a surprise to me.  I didn’t expect it.  I’ll never forget the first sensation I experienced.  It was like I hit the deck running, only I was walking.  I started to take a step and I was looking down and saw street I was on and the gold was so pure it looked transparent.  I was afraid.  I actually hesitated with my foot and brought it back and sat it down beside the other one.  I thought if I stepped forward, I’d sink into it.  I looked at it and looked up at the street of gold with this thought, I know it’s gold but it’s so clear.  I wonder if it turns to more of a gold color when I look up at it. 

As I looked up, I laid eyes on a person in front of me in white raiment.  I forgot about the street of gold.  It is crystal clear, the street, have a gold hue to them. I’d love to pour out detail to you of sensing and thinking I had.  We’re in a different realm here.  It isn’t the same and I can’t compare things here that are in heaven.   Everything here is so degenerate compared to what is in heaven.  Everything in heaven is so pure and perfect compared to here. It is difficult to adequately explain these to you.

I want to explain the robe or white garment person in front of me was wearing.  It was a continual flow like a gown.  I couldn’t tell if person in front of me was man or woman.  What caught my thoughts was the white raiment that person was wearing.  I’d never seen raiment so white.  It was radiant with whiteness, purity, a message to my innermost being.  As I walked and tried to get closer, I forgot about entire environment of heaven because garment was speaking to me. 

In looking at the weavings of the garment, I saw it was giving me a complete testimony of every work of righteousness that person had done in their life.  I could literally read every good deed that they did unto the Lord Jesus Christ in their life.  Their entire garment gave an entire account of works of righteousness they’d done since the day they were born again.  I must help you in some way to understand.  It’s difficult for me to talk about this part because I want to choke up.  That garment as it spoke to me of righteousness, it filled me with love for Jesus and everything in me wanted to run into the arms of Jesus and get lost in Jesus and tell him how I love him.  His virtues, traits, sufferings, came through in that person’s testimony of works of righteousness that made me want to live my life more pure, holy, righteous than every before.  It challenged me to make every second of my life to serve Jesus.  My whole heart and being were swelling with praise. 

I looked and saw along golden pavement flowers.  I’ve never on earth … and I loved flowers as a boy and I’d go out and find wild flowers and put them in Daddy’s flower gardens. 

In my thoughts I said, You are so beautiful.  I have never seen such colors and beautiful flowers and your fragrance is sweet as sweet can be.

I no more thought that than the leaves on the stems started clapping their hands.  The faces of those flowers turned away from me and turned another direction and the sweetest singing came out of those flowers and burst forth of what I wanted to burst forth with in watching the white raiment.  I can tell you words they sang.  I don’t have the voice to sing it.

As they sang the song, their words turned to prismatic light and the light moved and it went up this hill and over this hill came this most beautiful glow.  All of heaven glowed, but that had the extra glow.  I didn’t see the throne; it was on the other side, but I saw the radiation from throne.  Light that radiated from flowers went to his throne.  All of creation when it gives life and gives honor and praise to throne that made it, it is regenerated in that manner.  As the River of Life flows beneath throne, so does all life flow from throne.  Everything in heaven is regenerated continually in the presence of his glory.  You see perfection of beauty and no degeneration. 

We are being changed from glory to glory.  Here a little, there a little, line on line, precept on precept.  To us it seems way too slow.  You know the reason for that is because he would that not one would perish. 

Back to heaven.  I was so filled, I couldn’t hold it anymore.  I was filled to the brim with thanksgiving to the Father and gratitude for all the work he’d done in this person’s life and the attributes portrayed in that fine linen.  Then when I saw these flowers doing this.  That did it.  All of this began to come out of me in a song.  I joined in but I sang the song of the redeemed.  The song came from down deep in the inner recesses of my being.  None of it came from between my ears or the top of my head.  My ear heard it and said, Yes, yes, yes, that’s right, keep it up!  My faculties that could understand were in totally agreement with what was coming out of me. 

I was caught up in doing this when out of my left ear I heard more singing.  The person I’d been following stepped off the pavement of gold.  The blades of grass his feet had stepped on were singing the same song as the flowers.  With every step, the song was louder but yet it was so sweet and so soft. 

Never once was anything overbearing in heaven.  All was in unison and harmony yet the grass had a different tone, in beautiful harmony.  I walked around the entire country of Wales.  I appreciated a cappella singing.  One night I got into Mt. Pleasant Baptist Church choir with Welshmen.  When they sang I stood and balled my eyes out.  That came from Welsh revival of 1904 and 1905.  That song is still in their hearts and it felt so precious to me and I felt honored in the middle of these men when they sang.  It was so real and so precious.

The song I can’t say was louder and louder but more significant.  The grass was singing, not clapping, but a sweet tone.  Same emanation of light was in the song and blades of grass had light going toward the throne.  I’m rippling with joy. 

I have to keep watching.  I’m watching this person.  They’re going toward a tree and it had numerous types of fruit I’d never seen in my life.  The healthiest leaves grew on the tree, loaded with fruit from top to bottom.  The person walked up to tree, reached their hand out like that, and the fruit gently dropped into their hand.  The tree knew the thoughts of that person and freely gave of its fruit.  Every leaf of that tree began to clap together.  Out of that tree was a massive choir that filled heaven with music of flowers and grass. Like a massive choir in perfect harmony worshiping the Lord and the tree swayed like it was in a dance, singing unto the Lord. 

The Word of God says mountains and hills will break forth into singing before you and the trees and the hills will clap their hands.  I stood doing that again until I couldn’t take it anymore and I turned and had to worship the Lord.  All of the sudden, I was back down on the floor with my nose to the floor. 

They said I never stopped crying, “Holy!  Holy!  Holy!” all that time. 

My wife started singing a minute or two after 10am when I got up saying, “I can’t begin to tell you what I’ve just experienced.”  I looked at clock on wall and then at my watch.  I said, “It can’t be.  It’s not 4:15 is it? How could six hours have gone that quickly?  Not one elderly person wearied of their face on the floor and not one person realized six hours had gone by. 

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