- Jul 5, 2010
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Has anything similar ever happened to you?
In November 2004 I went to a 'Men's Weekend Away' event with the church where we fellowshiped at the time.
I didn't really want to go but when I got in from work that day my wife had already packed my clothes, sleeping bag and dug the campbed out of the garage. She practically bundled me and everything else into the car and started the engine. (I think she needed some space)
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I turned up that Friday night at this dusty old church in a shabby little seaside town on the South Coast of England. I was dreading spending the night in a damp sleeping bag on a rickety old campbed, along with 19 other brothers all twisting, turning and snoring in unison like a host of somnolent angels.
Time gradually wore on.
By Saturday evening's meeting
I was flagging after a poor nights sleep and a long prayer walk along the stoney beach that afternoon.
About 9pm after the Praise and Worship and hearing the Word of God
it was suggested that we spend some time in meditation and prayer before going to bed.
Wearily
I knelt down in front of the blue plastic chair in front of me, leaned heavily on it and closed my eyes. After a few moments in contemplative prayer
the strangest thing happened.
Everything around me began to shake.
I could hear my brothers still praying, but I could also feel the room shaking beneath where I was kneeling.
I opened my eyes, and the shaking stopped. I closed them and it started again. I did this 3 times and each time the same result.
Feeling a little perturbed
by this I lay down on the floor, which was fine until I closed my eyes, then the shaking started again. I didn't share this with anyone at the time or ask if anyone else had felt the same thing.
The next day at the Sunday morning meeting we were invited to share what we felt God had spoken to us the previous evening. I shared my experience about the room shaking (apparently no one else in the room had felt this
) and said that I thought that God is going to 'Shake the Nations'.
I went home and in the days and weeks that followed promptly forgot about it. It wasn't until about 3 months later whilst watching a Documentary on TV that I remembered it again, around February 2005.
My wife and I had gone up north to spend Christmas 2004 with my folks, we had then come back down on 27th December as we were spending New Year with her folks in France and had a Ferry to catch.
Half way down the motorway (Freeway) we hit a huge traffic jam, near the airport. A journey that should have taken 4 hours took 7 with a detour through the Centre of London. We only just caught our boat to France.
We later discovered the reason why. A Tsunami had struck the Indian Ocean that day and folks had descended on the airports en mass looking for freinds, family and loved ones. We had been caught up in the chaos caused by this.
Whilst watching the Documentary about the Indian Ocean Tsunami in February 2005 the penny suddenly dropped. I remembered my experience the previous November and God's words to me about 'Shaking the Nations'.
I was dumbfounded! That God should give me a tiny glimpse of something like that, why? Of course at the time I'd had no idea what it meant. Since then though I beleive that God has been and will continue to 'Shake the Nations'.
I know that many people professed to have had dreams and visions about 911 before it happened (I didn't), yet no one actually accurately 'prophesied' it (did they?).
What do people think of such things? Am I even right in beleiving that God gave me a tiny 'glimpse' of the Christmas Tsunami of 2004?
In November 2004 I went to a 'Men's Weekend Away' event with the church where we fellowshiped at the time.
I didn't really want to go but when I got in from work that day my wife had already packed my clothes, sleeping bag and dug the campbed out of the garage. She practically bundled me and everything else into the car and started the engine. (I think she needed some space)
I turned up that Friday night at this dusty old church in a shabby little seaside town on the South Coast of England. I was dreading spending the night in a damp sleeping bag on a rickety old campbed, along with 19 other brothers all twisting, turning and snoring in unison like a host of somnolent angels.

Time gradually wore on.
By Saturday evening's meeting
I was flagging after a poor nights sleep and a long prayer walk along the stoney beach that afternoon. About 9pm after the Praise and Worship and hearing the Word of God
it was suggested that we spend some time in meditation and prayer before going to bed.
Wearily
I knelt down in front of the blue plastic chair in front of me, leaned heavily on it and closed my eyes. After a few moments in contemplative prayer
the strangest thing happened.Everything around me began to shake.
I could hear my brothers still praying, but I could also feel the room shaking beneath where I was kneeling.I opened my eyes, and the shaking stopped. I closed them and it started again. I did this 3 times and each time the same result.
Feeling a little perturbed
The next day at the Sunday morning meeting we were invited to share what we felt God had spoken to us the previous evening. I shared my experience about the room shaking (apparently no one else in the room had felt this
) and said that I thought that God is going to 'Shake the Nations'.I went home and in the days and weeks that followed promptly forgot about it. It wasn't until about 3 months later whilst watching a Documentary on TV that I remembered it again, around February 2005.
My wife and I had gone up north to spend Christmas 2004 with my folks, we had then come back down on 27th December as we were spending New Year with her folks in France and had a Ferry to catch.
Half way down the motorway (Freeway) we hit a huge traffic jam, near the airport. A journey that should have taken 4 hours took 7 with a detour through the Centre of London. We only just caught our boat to France.
We later discovered the reason why. A Tsunami had struck the Indian Ocean that day and folks had descended on the airports en mass looking for freinds, family and loved ones. We had been caught up in the chaos caused by this.
Whilst watching the Documentary about the Indian Ocean Tsunami in February 2005 the penny suddenly dropped. I remembered my experience the previous November and God's words to me about 'Shaking the Nations'.
I was dumbfounded! That God should give me a tiny glimpse of something like that, why? Of course at the time I'd had no idea what it meant. Since then though I beleive that God has been and will continue to 'Shake the Nations'.
I know that many people professed to have had dreams and visions about 911 before it happened (I didn't), yet no one actually accurately 'prophesied' it (did they?).
What do people think of such things? Am I even right in beleiving that God gave me a tiny 'glimpse' of the Christmas Tsunami of 2004?