God said, I am expanding your territory.  Your tent is too small.  The harvest is ripe.  Another call from heaven will be made.  Prepare your temples, your synogues, your cathedrals for an influx of souls.  Yet will I tremble the earth.  Once again I will tremble the earth.  Shake the heavens and upset kingdoms.  Prepare now for the harvest.  There are yet many who dwell on the earth looking for that blessed hope.  Behold, I will do yet another thing in the earth.  Edify my people, sound the alarm to the wicked, plant churches; the harvest is plentious but the labours are few.  Where are my people?  Where are they in these times?   Have they forgotten that I will yet shake the unstabled, and unsettle the foundations of the earth?  There are yet many who fear the name of the Lord.  I have yet to save.  Go now and prepare the harvest.  Occupy until I come.  Yet I come as a thief in the night.  Prepare your finances, your health, your household.  Prepare yet again, I say, prepare.