Angels in War (The First World War) – Part 1 and 2

Angels in War (The First World War) – Part 1
New Light on the Reasons For Supernatural Intervention
The classical examples of how angels have influenced battles come from reports made during the last two
World Wars. Many have read of these eyewitness reports. They come from military sources as well as from
groups of soldiers and various individuals.
In case you have only a few details I will give you more later including new ones whose reports I heard myself.
We will also consider why angels should have intervened, and if there were special reasons why God should
favour one side in the war more than the other.
This is especially relevant to the two World Wars, because two important historical events arose out of them,
and without them they might not have happened. What were they? A result of the victory in the First World
War was the Balfour Declaration. This established a home for Jews in Palestine. Arising out of the Second
World War was the creation of the State of Israel. These two events are still having their impact upon the
world, and an even greater impact is still to come.
I will give you details to substantiate those statements, but initially it is obvious that if Hitler had won the war,
Israel would have been wiped out. But is there any indication that it was God’s intention that Israel should
return to Palestine? We shall look at that too, but I only mention it at this stage because people find it easier
to believe unusual phenomena if they can see a reason why they should have happened. When we look at
events we begin to see that without divine intervention victory could never have been given to the Allies.
Hidden Mysteries Behind The Two World Wars
This period of supernatural manifestations really began two weeks before World War I.
On Sunday July 21st, 1914, a remarkable vision appeared at Llanelli in South Wales. This was first described to
me by George Jeffreys (George and brother Stephen were founders of the Elim Pentecostal Church) when I was
about eighteen years of age.
I remember the details clearly, and they were confirmed to me years later when a history of Stephen and
George Jeffreys was published in the book, Seven Pentecostal Pioneers, MMS.
George Jeffreys was holding a mission in Catford, Southeast London, when he described how a vision appeared
while his brother then was preaching in Llanelli. Stephen could see that the crowd’s attention was riveted in
his direction but not at him. He was puzzled so he came down from the platform to see what the people were
pointing to.
To his amazement he saw on the wall behind where he’d been standing, and above where his head would
have been, the figure of a lamb. Then, after a few minutes, it changed into the living face of Jesus Christ as the
Man of Sorrows, for tears flowed down his cheeks. It was a living face because people could see quite clearly
his eyelids flicker, hair was streaked with white so that he looked like a middle-aged man stricken with grief.
Then it changed back again into the head of a lamb.
The lamb’s head was alive and moving, then after a few minutes the lamb would change into the living, moving
face of Jesus Christ again, the Man of Sorrows. George Jeffreys said that Jesus was weeping. Beautiful tears
were rolling down his face and his eyelids flickered as the tears welled out. This indeed was the ‘Man of
Sorrows and acquainted with grief,’ for certainly he bore our griefs and carried our sorrows, and the ‘Lord had
laid on him the sins of us all’ (Isaiah 53:3).
Pastor Jeffreys had been preaching on the text: ‘That I may know Jesus, and the fellowship of his sufferings.’
He began to appeal to listeners to respond to that love by forsaking their sins and receiving forgiveness, and
during that appeal the face of the man of Sorrows became enshrouded with glory.
An onlooker described Christ’s face ‘as most beautiful beyond description, kindly beyond words. And the eyes!
They looked at you personally – those loving sad and glorious eyes which moved in the living face.’
George Jeffreys told us how long this vision lasted. It was not just for a brief time. It lasted through the night
into the morning. Crowds of people came in to see it. Long after the meeting, it was still there. News spread
throughout the town and hundreds more flocked in to see for themselves, and to hear yet another message
from the evangelist.
Of course, some tried to explain it away. One man actually went to the wall and tried to wipe it off but without
effect. So another man who was a painter and decorator took a cloth and held it over the vision but to his
surprise the vision shone right through. Another tried to explain it by saying it was a hallucination caused by a
flickering of the electric light. Stephen Jeffreys did not argue, he merely switched off the light, and there still
shining out was the Saviour’s face even more living and real.
Another thought that it must be that a bright light was shining through some sort of stained-glass window.
Stephen tested this suggestion also. He had all the blinds drawn and so excluded all light, but that made no
difference. The heart-rending vision still shone on through that night and into the day.
News continued to blaze around the town, and all kinds of people flocked in to see the vision, people of all
ages and types – boxers, tradesmen, professional men, alcoholics and others with problems.
Little did they know that within two weeks the whole world would change forever. The world’s worst war
would break out and hundreds of those young men who filed in to see the vision and had their doubts changed
to faith would shed their blood on the fields of Flanders.
Even when the war broke out, it seemed to arise out of minor disputes. People in the streets were saying, ‘It
will be over in a few weeks!’ It lasted four long years, during which millions died. Today one can go to Llanelli
and see the names of the fallen, and among them would be a large percentage who’d filed past the vision,
stopped to hear Stephen repeat his messages, yielded their lives to Christ and rejoiced in forgiveness from the
Man of Sorrows.
I Saw the Zeppelin In Flames
As I write this account, the eightieth anniversary of the end of the First World War is about to be celebrated,
but very few people will be told of the hidden mysteries which were behind them – the real reason why the
two World Wars started and why they finished when they did.
Having been born before the First World War, I remember vividly, at the age of six, rushing to the top of the
nearby hill with others to hear the guns of London fire salvo after salvo of rejoicing that ‘the war to end wars’
had ended and that the Armistice was being signed that very minute at 11am on the 11th month in the year

  1. During the war, my mother entered me for a beautiful baby contest, while father was serving at the
    front in Mons and elsewhere with his Northants Regiment.
    Have you seen pictures of an early German Zeppelin? Heath-Robinson couldn’t have designed one better! Air
    tactics were more primitive then. Still vivid in my memory is the sight of that quaint old-fashioned Zeppelin
    coming down in the night fog of London near Norwood. In the second year of the war it was intended to be a
    morale shaker. The bombs weren’t very big. Indeed the crew merely lifted them out over the edge of the
    basket, to drop them upon the astonished citizens.
    Unfortunately for Count F. Zeppelin’s invention, a British airman in his army biplane shot it down. I saw it come
    down in flames in the dense yellow fog a little way from our backstairs landing window. I was roused by the
    shouts of folk in the house to see the sight. For me in my innocence it was better than a fireworks display.
    On the whole I enjoyed the air-raids of the first great war, but certainly not in the Second World War, for then
    we were pounded mercilessly from the air by over a thousand Nazi bombers night after night as soon as
    darkness came and then when morning light dawned and the all-clear sirens blew their shrill sweet music we
    went out to pick the bits of bodies from among the rubble of what was once their homes. For part of this time
    I served as chaplain and then as vicar in a London parish.
    In the First World War, raids were comparatively insignificant. I grew big enough to merit a pushchair and this
    was a source of wartime enjoyment because in the event of an air-raid warning when mother was shopping,
    the policeman would shout, ‘Get into the doorway for shelter! Quick!’ But for mother, the only safe place for
    an air-raid was home and as fast as you could get there, and so she would rush the pushchair over the cobbles
    at tremendous speed and I would go bouncing around like ice cubes in a cocktail shaker. It was great fun,
    better than a funfair crazy car, and by the time we reached home the air raid would be over!
    But as I grew I became aware of the great tragedies. Telegrams arrived at neighbour’s doors and young women
    wept and names were added to long lists later to be chiselled into the cold stone of memorials in every village,
    town and city, and then one saw the newspaper clips of endless mud-filled trenches and saturation
    bombardments overseas.
    Angels in War (The First World War) – Part 2
    Angelic Intervention Reports
    My father was in the first expeditionary force, which fought in the dramatic battle of Mons, about which
    strange reports began to filter through of angelic intervention. Dad was one of the ‘Old Contemptibles’, so
    called by the Kaiser when he referred to Britain’s small force of seasoned soldiers as ‘a contemptible little
    army’. Dad wore a special medal on his chest.
    When war broke out unexpectedly, Britain was unprepared, so this hurriedly equipped force was sent across
    the Channel. It was far weaker in guns and manpower than the opponents who had shocked the world by
    massacring helpless Belgian home-dwellers, but our army fought a dogged rearguard action as they fell back
    before the terrific impact of massed enemy attacks.
    A big thrill was when Dad came home on his first leave, after the battle of Mons. I remember when he lifted
    me up on his broad khaki-uniformed chest. I did not know how many Old Contemptibles would never return.
    Dad was surprised that the ‘contemptible little army’ managed to hold up the German advance during two
    days’ fighting around Mons.
    Those two days were vital, because the war could have been lost there and then. Those gallant Old
    Contemptibles did not know at first that there was more to tell about what happened behind the scenes.
    The First Angelic Intervention
    Individual stories and official reports began to filter through about strange happenings at Mons in Belgium. A
    lieutenant colonel reported:
    On August the 26th, 1914, the battle of Le Cateau [near Mons] was fought. We came into action at dawn and
    fought until dusk. We were heavily shelled by artillery during the day, and all our division had a horrific time of
    it. Our brigade, however, retired in good order. We were on the march all the night of the 26th; and on the
    27th with only about two hours rest, the brigade to which I belong was rearguard to the division, so during the
    27th we took up a great many different positions to cover the retirement of the rest of the division, so we had
    very hard work and by the night of the 27th we were all absolutely worn out with fatigue – both body and
    mental fatigue – but nevertheless we moved in excellent order and were not being routed.
    There must have been a reason why they were not overwhelmed. What was it?
    I was riding along in the column with two other officers, and I became conscious of the fact that in the fields on
    both sides of the road along which we were marching, I could see a very large body of horsemen. These
    horsemen seemed to have the appearance of cavalry, and they seemed to be riding across the fields and going
    in the same direction as us and keeping level with us. The night was not very dark, and I fancied that I could
    see squadron after squadron of these cavalrymen quite distinctly. I didn’t say a word about them at first, but I
    watched them for about twenty minutes. The other two officers stopped talking. ‘Did you see anything?’ one
    asked. I told him what I’d seen. ‘I’ve been watching them for the last twenty minutes,’ he said. When we
    reached the next halt, another officer took out a party of men to investigate the mystery. They found no one
    there, and yet the same phenomenon was seen by many men in our column.
    The Sound of Marching
    In the First World War, a soldier’s wife received a letter from her husband, which said: ‘During the battle I saw
    the angels all around. It’s nothing short of a miracle.’
    He then went on to describe how he’d been ordered to advance into a certain wood with his troops. On
    reaching the road, to his surprise, his horse stopped dead and nothing whatever could make his mount move.
    He turned to his ADC, but he found that the same thing had happened to him and to the whole troop. Nothing
    would make the horses move. The whole troop was at a standstill so they could do nothing else but return to
    their former position.
    Later they discovered that a strong enemy ambush had been waiting for them along the road they were
    The incident encouraged them greatly, but there were a lot of questions in their minds. Was it some instinct in
    the horses? They’d never experienced anything so unanimous amongst so may horses! Perhaps it was yet
    another supernatural intervention. Perhaps it was something like Balaam’s ass in the Bible. The ass refused to
    go on because it saw an angel of the Lord standing in the way. Its rider was angry and tried to whip the horse
    forward time and time again and then the rider saw the angel blocking his path. The angel then rebuked
    Balaam for trying to twist religion to his own ends. If the war incident was similar then it was both horses and
    angels involved.
    King David in the Bible was often seeking guidance. God told him, ‘I will instruct you and teach you in the way
    you should go. I will guide you with my eye.’ David was often in peril. On one occasion his country was invaded
    by the Philistines which threatened his very existence. David enquired of the Lord, ‘Shall I advance against the
    ‘Yes,’ said the Lord, ‘Go up and I will deliver them into your hands.’
    There was a big breakthrough, and David destroyed all their idols and images.
    But the enemy invaded again, and again David asked for guidance, ‘Shall I advance against them?’ This time
    God said:
    ‘No! Circle round behind them, and then wait silently. Wait until you hear an angelic sound! The sound of
    marching in the tops of the mulberry trees. That sound will be the hosts of the Lord marching out before you.
    That will be the signal. The moment you hear that you must act promptly and burst out onto the enemy!’
    David did and avoided a trap. He routed the invaders and pushed them out of the country.
    Newspaper Reports
    Reports began to come into the newspapers. The Observer of August 22nd, 1915, said that a nurse in a military
    hospital was told by a soldier that at a critical period in the retreat from Mons, a luminous angel with
    outstretched wings came between the Germans and themselves. At that moment the onslaught of the enemy
    slackened. Unable to credit the story she discussed it with a group of officers. A colonel looked up and said:
    ‘Young lady, the thing happened! You need not be incredulous. I saw it myself’.
    Confirmation also came from the enemy. In a Berlin newspaper it was also reported on July 28th, 1915, that a
    regiment which was ordered to do a certain duty in battle was censured for failing to carry out certain orders.
    They reported that they did attempt to charge forward but were absolutely powerless. Why? Because their
    horses turned sharply round and fled like the wind and nothing could stop them.
    A German lieutenant, a prisoner in British hands, said:
    I only know that we were charging full on the British at a certain place, and in a moment we were stopped. It
    was like going at full speed and being pulled up suddenly as if on a precipice, but there was no precipice there,
    nothing at all, only our horses swerved round and fled. We could do nothing.
    Pax, a correspondent of Light dated July 10th, 1915 was enquiring into the many stories of the visions at the
    battlefront, which were widely circulating. He quoted the following from an artilleryman: and they absolutely
    vouch for the truth of it.
    Two English nurses at a hospital at St Germain-en-Laye, Paris, stated that the accounts were not only implicitly
    believed, but were absolutely known to be true . . . ‘No French newspaper,’ she said, ‘would have made itself
    ridiculous by disputing the authenticity of what was vouched for by so many thousands of eyewitnesses.’
    The paper Universe reported an officer’s letter from the battlefront about a party of thirty men and an officer
    who were cut off in a trench. In order not to be trapped they decided to make a sortie against the enemy, and
    although they were so few against so large a force, they dashed out into the open shouting, ‘St George for
    England!’ As they ran on they became aware of a large company of men going along with them, and even
    leading them on against the enemy trenches. Afterwards the officer talked with a prisoner whom they had
    captured. The prisoner asked a very strange question: ‘Who was that officer on a great white horse who led
    them? Although he was so prominent, none of our men had been able to hit him!’
    G. G. Monck of Martock reported a young lieutenant in Oxford who’d been all through the retreat from Mons
    and had been wounded at Neuve Chapelle. He said it was simply miraculous, but was perfectly true. Almost
    the same thing happened at Neuve Chapelle.
    A young woman who was at Stepney Soldiers and Sailors meeting, said she had just received a letter from her
    husband who was at the battle of Neuve Chapelle. He wrote: In the course of the battle I saw the angels all
    around us.’
    It’s Happened Before!
    Yes, it’s happened before! Long ago in fact. It’s recorded in the oldest book in the world. Compare these
    reports of Mons with a similar record in the Bible: 2 Kings 6:16,17, when Elisha was given the ability to see
    God’s hosts of angelic fighters all around.
    When the king of Syria was at war with Israel, he said to his officers, ‘We will mobilise our forces at … (naming
    a place in secret)’. Immediately Elisha the prophet warned the king of Israel, ‘Don’t go near . . . (naming the
    same place), for the Syrians are mobilising their troops there!’
    The king of Israel sent a scout to see if Elisha was right, and sure enough he had saved him from disaster. This
    happened several times.
    The king of Syria was puzzled and called together his officers and demanded, ‘Which of you is the traitor? Who
    has been informing the king of Israel about my plans?’
    ‘It’s not us, sir.’
    One of the officers replied, ‘Elisha the prophet tells the king of Israel even the words you speak in the privacy
    of your bedroom!’
    ‘Go and find out where he is at once!’ raged the king. ‘We’ll send our troops to seize him!’
    The report came back, ‘Elisha is at Dothan!’
    So one night when it was very dark, the king of Syria sent a great army with many chariots and horses to
    surround the city. When the prophet’s servant got up early the next morning and went outside, there were
    troops, horses and chariots everywhere.
    ‘Alas, my master!’ he cried out to Elisha. ‘What shall we do now?’
    ‘Don’t panic!’ Elisha told him. ‘Our army is greater than theirs!’
    The servant couldn’t believe his ears. Was the prophet mad? In answer, the prophet prayed: ‘Lord open the
    young man’s eyes and let him see.’
    The Lord opened the young man’s eyes, and he saw horses of fire and chariots of fire everywhere upon the
    As the Syrian army advanced upon them, Elisha prayed: ‘Lord please make them blind!’ and God did. Then
    Elisha went out and told them, ‘You’ve come the wrong way! This isn’t the right city. Follow me and I will take
    you to the man you’re looking for!’ He led them to Samaria!
    As soon as they arrived, Elisha prayed, ‘Lord, now open their eyes and let them recognise where they are.’ The
    Lord did, and to their consternation they were in Samaria right by the strong capital city of Israel!
    When the king of Israel saw that the Syrians were at his mercy, he shouted over to Elisha, ‘Oh, sir, shall I slay
    them? Shall I slay them?’
    ‘Certainly not!’ Elisha told him. ‘Do we kill prisoners of war? Give them food and drink and send them back
    Well the king did more than that. He made them a great feast and then sent them back home to their king. The
    Syrian raiders were quite flummoxed. They did not know how to react to such kindness, so they stayed away
    from the land of Israel.
    Unbelief Leads To More Evidence
    Of course there are many who find it difficult to believe such stories in the Bible. Such events are outside their
    everyday experiences. It was the same in the First World War. An outburst of discussion appeared in the
    newspapers. Some were suggesting naturalistic explanations. So because of this a private soldier, Robert
    Cleaver, swore the following affidavit. It was printed in the daily newspapers, and years later a copy of it was
    sent to me by Mr C. J. Atton of Prestatyn:
    AFFIDAVIT. I, Robert Cleaver No. 10515, a private in the 1st Cheshire Regiment of His Majesty’s Army, make
    oath and say as follows: That I personally was at Mons and saw the vision of angels with my own eyes. Sworn
    at Kinmel Park in the County of Flint this 20th day of August 1915. Robert Cleaver. Before me Geo S.
    Hazelhurst, one of his majesties Justices of the Peace, acting in and for the County of Flint.
    In an interview with Mr Hazelhurst, Private Cleaver explained that things were at their bleakest with our
    troops. If it hadn’t been for this supernatural intervention they would have been annihilated. Suddenly the
    vision came between them and the German cavalry.
    Debated In The Churches
    The subject began to be debated in the churches. The following is taken from a detailed address given at
    Bridge Street Methodist Church, Mansfield, and was reported in the Mansfield Reporter. The information was
    given from a high source as it was given by the Assistant Chaplain General to the Forces, The Reverend Owen
    S. Watkins, CMB, CBE.
    At the retreat from Mons, the only division of British cavalry was practically wiped out in a few minutes. It was
    a sad story which never has been told in full detail. The ‘Charge of the Light Brigade’ was child’s play compared
    to that action. Out of a regiment of 500-strong only 12 men were left alive.
    These figures were confirmed recently on BBC1TV on the eightieth anniversary of Armistice Day, 1998, when
    one of those twelve ex-soldier survivors gave his traumatic reminiscences. He was over one hundred years old,
    had lost the sight of one eye and was being pushed around in an invalid chair. On the screen we saw him take
    the presenter to the actual field. No one would have thought that such a tragedy had happened. Fresh green
    grass covered rising ground with a wooden fence on the far side behind which was a forest. With a sweep of
    the hand the survivor indicated where the 500 had perished, and the lower corner where the rain of exploding
    shells had missed him.
    All the time a dogged rearguard action was fought by the British trying to hold back a mass of grey-coated
    ‘Huns’ advancing shoulder to shoulder. Without the angelic intervention the thinly-spread British would have
    been overwhelmed.
    Another church where the subject was aired was St Mary-at-Hill, in the City of London. Dr Richardson, who I
    knew much later when I attended the church as a young man, advertised that he was going to speak on the
    ‘Angels of Mons’. This beautiful Christopher Wren church was crowded and the result was reported in the wellknown London Evening News.
    ‘I would like to ask,’ said Dr Richardson, ‘whether there is anyone in the congregation who has letters in his
    possession or has seen such letters from soldiers who can tell of seeing angels on the battlefield.’
    A lady at the back of the church stood up. ‘I have seen letters from three different soldiers. In each one there is
    a clear and convincing testimony that the soldiers had themselves seen the angels. All the letters were written
    in convincing matter-of-fact statements. The soldiers declared that the invaders had been kept back by troops
    of angels. They also averred that the French soldiers affirmed that they had also seen the angelic forces.’ Many
    others in the congregation added similar evidence.
    Mrs Quest of St Leonards-on-Sea told how a nurse just back from France spoke to her on the train because she
    was wearing her son’s regimental badge. The nurse was bringing with her three letters from different soldiers,
    each one firmly declaring that they had personally seen the angels, and that the French soldiers had seen them
    also. They described a powerful figure on a horse. He had golden hair and his face shone, as did his white
    garments, and he had a great troop of horsemen in white.
    Many in church must have thought of Revelation chapter nineteen:
    I saw heaven opened and behold a white horse, and him who sat upon it was named Faithful and True, and in
    righteousness he judges and makes war. His eyes were a flame of fire, and on his head were many crowns . His
    name is called The Word of God, and his armies followed him on white horses, clothed in fine linen, white and
    clean. And out of his mouth goes a sharp sword and with it he will smite the nations.
    The Stampede
    The soldiers’ letters agreed that the intervention came at the height of crisis. It made the German horses
    stampede. German prisoners who were taken tried to account for it. Some said that the English must have had
    spies who tampered with their horses. Others said they just had to flee because large reinforcements for the
    English suddenly came up. But the English soldiers described it as a phantom army which appeared as they had
    no reinforcements; in fact they were so thin on the ground that they could only space one British Tommy for
    every fifteen yards to make a firing line.
    Newspapers Continue the Debate
    More newspapers came in on the debate. They were the Manchester Guardian, the Daily Mail, the Observer
    and many others.
    Some reported that a dying soldier had said to a nurse, ‘It’s a funny thing, sister, isn’t it, how the Germans say
    we had a lot of troops behind us.’
    ‘Do they?’ she said.
    ‘Yes, the German prisoners ask “How could we break through your lines when you had thousands of troops
    behind you?” ‘
    ‘Sister, I told them, “You must be joking! Thousands of troops! We were just a thin line of only two regiments,
    and nothing behind us.” ‘
    A sergeant major responded to this nurse saying that he’d heard an officer talking to a German prisoner who
    also spoke of the crowd of troops behind the British line. He said all the Germans had seen them.
    The Church Times also published letters on this subject. One was from a Miss Campbell attending the
    wounded. She was bandaging up the head of a Lancaster Fusilier who was a Methodist when he told her, ‘The
    phantom army was led on by a tall man with yellow hair. He was in golden armour and mounted on a white
    horse, and holding high his sword.’
    A man sitting on the floor beside him butted in. ‘It’s true, Sister! We all saw it! It was just as the Germans were
    coming up over the hill like a solid wall in their thousands – then they all turned and fled, and although we
    were so few we rushed after them.’
    Miss Campbell said that she also heard similar stories from Russian troops, two British officers, and three men
    of the Irish Guards.
    The Church Times then published a letter by an objector named Mr Machin. In reply, a lieutenant colonel
    wrote: ‘The British army was saved in a manner which puzzles the intellects of all soldiers.’
    Angels in War (The First World War) – Part 3
    The Reason for Supernatural Intervention
    Can we find a reason why God should have intervened in the First World War? There are a number of reasons,
    but the one I have already mentioned is that victory for the Allies made it possible for the British Government
    to promise a home to be established in Palestine for the Jews. We will look at the following questions:
  2. What made the British government make this promise?
  3. Had God said anywhere that he was going to bring Israel back to the ‘Promised Land’ after so long
    Charter For A Jewish Commonwealth
    Newspaper reports answer the first question. The Kemsley National Newspaper revealed years afterwards the
    Israel elects Weizmann. Dr Chaim Weizmann, the greatest figure in world Zionism, was elected President of
    the Provisional Council of the State of Israel in Tel Aviv last night. Dr Weizmann is 73. He helped to secure the
    Balfour Declaration of 1917 promising support for creating in Palestine a national home for the Jews. Dr
    Weizmann was once offered a seat in the House of Lords in recognition of his service as a chemist to Britain in
    World War I.
    So what was that service? He invented TNT, the high explosive which made the British weapons more powerful
    and hastened victory. Here is another news clip from the time of the Second World War:
    It is well known that Dr Weizmann, the Zionist head, saved the situation for the Allies in the last [First] World
    War by inventing the cheap process of manufacturing acetone for TNT explosive. For this service to the Allied
    cause the Balfour Declaration promising the setting up in Palestine of a National Home for the Jews was made.
    Will he do it again? An Australian paper gives the news that Dr Weizmann has prepared a formula for a new
    super-bomb said to surpass anything yet invented, and to have created a sensation among military experts.
    Later news is that the Doctor has offered the United States Government a new method of producing synthetic
    rubber. Dr Stephen Wise says he would not be surprised if this new invention wins for the Zionists a Charter
    for a Jewish Commonwealth in Palestine. (Source: The Christian Herald.)
    Soon after that promise of a home for Jews, victory was given to General Allenby over Turkey who governed
    Palestine. British forces then marched into Jerusalem without a shot being fired simply because the Air Force
    flew over Jerusalem. This made the Turks panic and flee out while there was time. The Turkish newspapers had
    the date at the heading: on one side it was 1335 in the Moslem date system. That was the figure given to
    Daniel in chapter 12 verse 12. On the other side of the heading the Western date was given. It was 1917. (See
    my book Evidence for Truth, Volume 3: Prophecy.) It is stated in Daniel 12:12 that the Israeli who reaches the
    year 1335 will be blessed. Dr Richardson commented:
    Our year 1917 is the year 1335 in the Moslem calendar when the Balfour Declaration established a home in
    Palestine. In 1886 Dr Gratton Guinness correctly interpreted these prophecies thirty-one years before
    fulfilment and wrote them in his book Light for the Last Days, Marshall Ltd. ‘There can be no question that
    those who live to see the year 1917 will have reached one of the most important of these terminal years.’
    You might wonder why God wanted to bring back Israel to Palestine after such a long time. Briefly the answer
    is, because he promised Abraham and Moses that he would do this. He also told many of the prophets that he
    would. In my book on prophecy I review all that God told the many prophets, so I won’t enlarge upon it here
    except to give you an example from that well-known passage in Ezekiel chapter 37.
    It starts with the dramatic vision of the valley full of dry bones. You may remember that Negro-spiritual song
    about the bones all-clicking together again after lying so long in that old battlefield. Ezekiel asks God, ‘What do
    you mean by this?’
    The Lord replies, ‘Behold, I will take the descendants of Israel from among the nations where they’ve gone,
    and will gather them from all sides, and bring them back to their own land.’
    Then he explains that they will return as the united twelve tribes. They would not be divided into the ten
    northern and two southern tribes. Then he says, ‘Take a stick and write on it “Judah”. Now take a longer stick
    and write on it “Ephraim” meaning the ten northern tribes. Next, join them together with a quick hand
    movement so that they become one stick. This illustrates that when I bring them back to their own land they
    will return as one nation in Palestine. The united twelve tribes of Israel.’
    That is why today it is ISRAEL which is on the map not Judah, the two tribes. Judah returned after only seventy
    years of exile as God told Jeremiah they would but were scattered again to join the rest of Israel after they
    rejected Christ. The longer time when all the tribes would be scattered among the nations of the world is
    called by the Rabbis ‘The Diaspora’ meaning the dispersion which Ezekiel 38:8 says will last a very long time
    until the end of the age.
    How the Churches Got Excited In 1917
    When the news came through about the Balfour Declaration all the churches were thrilled and said, ‘This
    means the end of the age is near!’
    Huge meetings were started teaching about the second coming of Christ. But God’s timing is not man’s. This
    was only the ‘eleventh hour’. It was not the ‘twelfth hour’ when ‘Behold the bridegroom [Christ] comes’
    (Matthew 25:6).
    To mark the eleventh hour the Armistice was signed on the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month, and
    each year since the Remembrance trumpets have sounded reveille – wake up! – before the last trumpet sounds
    the 12th hour.
    Although this enthusiasm lasted a long time it gradually faded in the following decades just as that verse says it
    would, so Christ’s return will take many by surprise.
    The Second Angelic Intervention
    Four weary years of war had dragged on. Millions of young soldiers had lost their lives leaving young widows
    to grow old and die (although some are still with us and have led happy lives of service).
    In the spring of 1918 the Germans were determined to end the war by a massive assault. They broke through
    the Allied line. Heavy casualties were sustained. Reserves were practically exhausted. Mr W.B. Grant supplied
    the following report to me.
    The White Cavalry Of Bethune
    Describing how the German advance was checked, an article in the journal of the Brigade of Guards
    (Households Brigade Magazine) states:
    At the focal point of the enemy’s advance, at Bethune, the Germans concentrated on a slight rise beyond the
    town, yet the ground there was absolutely bare and none of our men were there; nevertheless, enemy
    machine guns and shells raked it from end to end with lead. As suddenly as it had started the enemy’s fire
    ceased, and in the complete silence there rose a lark’s thrilling song of thankfulness. The dense line of German
    troops which had started to move forward to their victory in mass formation, halted dead. As the British
    watched they saw it break! The Germans threw down everything they had and fled in frantic panic!
    What Caused Such An Amazing Turn Of Events?
    A senior German officer who was taken prisoner immediately afterwards gives this extraordinary explanation
    (taken from the account of the Staff Captain, 1st Corps Intelligence, 1st British Army Headquarters, 1916-18,
    who was present and himself took the statement):
    The order had been given to advance in mass formation, and our troops were marching behind us singing their
    way to victory when Fritz, my lieutenant here, said, ‘Herr Kapitan, just look at that open ground behind
    Bethune. There is a brigade of cavalry coming up through the smoke drifting across it! They must be mad,
    these Englishmen, to advance against such a force as ours in the open! I suppose they must be cavalry of one
    of their Colonial Forces, for look! They’re all in white uniform and are mounted on white horses!’
    ‘Strange,’ I said. ‘I’ve never heard of English having any white cavalry whether Colonial or not. Anyway, they’ve
    all been fighting on foot for several years past and in khaki, not white.’
    ‘Well, they’re plain enough,’ he replied. ‘But look! Our guns have got them in there range now; they’ll be blown
    to pieces in no time.’
    We actually saw the shells bursting among the horses and their riders which still came forward at a quiet walk
    trot, in parade-ground formation, each man and horse in his exact place. Shortly afterwards our machine guns
    opened a heavy fire, raking the advancing cavalry with a hail of lead; but on they still came and not a single
    man or horse fell. Steadily they advanced, clear in the shining sunlight, and a few paces in front of them rode
    their leader, a fine figure of a man, whose hair, like spun gold, shone in an aura around his head. By his side
    was a great sword, but his hands lay quietly holding the reins, as his huge white charger bore him proudly
    In spite of heavy shelling and concentrated machine-gun fire the white cavalry advanced, remorselessly as
    fate, like the incoming tide on a sandy beach. Then a great fear fell over me. I turned to flee; yes I, an officer of
    the Prussian Guard, fled panic stricken, and around me were hundreds of terrified men, whimpering like
    children, throwing away their weapons and accoutrements in order not to have their movements impeded …
    all running. Their one desire was to get away from that advancing white cavalry; but above all from their aweinspiring leader whose hair shone like a golden aureole.
    That is all I have to tell you. We are beaten. The German Army is broken. There may be fighting, but we have
    lost the war; we are beaten by the white cavalry … I cannot understand … I cannot understand.
    During the days that followed, many German prisoners were examined and their accounts tallied in substance
    with the one given here.
    Letter from Mrs Peggy Main of Ascot, Berkshire
    The ‘White Cavalry of Bethune’ was recounted by Captain Hayward. He was Intelligence Officer to Staff
    Headquarters on the Western Front. He was the officer who interviewed the German soldiers who were
    retreating for fear of what they had seen – white cavalry with a leader who had a halo round his head and was
    mounted upon a huge white charger. Captain Hayward later examined a number of German prisoners, all who
    had a strained look on their faces, and all told basically the same story. Strangely, Captain Hayward himself had
    seen nothing on that empty open ground!
    This story was confirmed when my husband and I were attending a fellowship conference. An elderly lady
    there said her brother had been present when the Germans in question had been brought in. They were
    absolutely terrified by what they had seen.
    Mrs Peggy Main added, ‘I have heard that this vision followed a national day of prayer in Britain.’ It was the
    only one that Britain had in the First World War. The churches were holding prayer meetings throughout the
    war, but it was only when they urged the government to have a National Day of Prayer that defeat was turned
    into victory. Germany had no national days of prayer in either war. A further report tells me that the USA also
    joined in that national day of prayer, and that it had been called jointly by Parliament and US Congress.
    The Vision As Seen From The British Area
    Captain Cecil W. Hayward tells us how the Bethune angelic intervention appeared to the British ranks. He says
    that Germany’s furious attack was intended to win victory before the American forces arrived later in July,
  4. The noise of the gun barrage was so terrific that even three miles away Captain Hayward felt the ground
    heave under his feet.
    A section of the trenches had been taken over by the Portuguese because there were very few relief troops
    available. The British had been holding the line for the Portuguese. It was their first taste of battle. The intense
    rain of shrapnel raining down upon them blotted them out completely. This made a gap in the front line
    through which the Germans came pouring. The few Portuguese still alive threw down their weapons and came
    staggering through to the British who were retiring in good order, keeping up a stiff rearguard action as they
    It was then that a report reached Captain Hayward: ‘Fritz seems to have gone barmy, Sir!’ The enemy had
    suddenly stopped firing at the British and were raining down their fire on ’empty naked open ground rising just
    outside Bethune’.
    Captain Hayward was puzzled and anxious to see what was happening, so he reached a lookout point and saw
    that the enemy was raking that empty area backwards and forwards with heavy bursts of massed machineguns.
    Hayward was astonished and moved to see better. There were no troops within sight against whom they could
    be firing with increasing fury. Then the shattering noise of bombardment suddenly ceased. There was a pause.
    Then to the amazement of all, the Germans threw down their arms, haversacks, rifles, coats and anything
    which would hinder their flight and ran back in panic.
    A deathly silence settled upon the Bethune mound, and then it was that the lark arose. It soared up and up
    singing its thrilling message of triumph.
    It was unbelievable that those well-drilled, disciplined Germans who were advancing in mass formation as a
    victorious army, suddenly broke up into groups of frightened men on the run. A sergeant brought in German
    officers as prisoners two at a time. They spluttered out stories of white cavalry let by their awesome
    commander on a great white horse whose hair was like spun gold shining like a halo round his head. They
    described his great sword, and how the white cavalry advanced remorselessly on, untouched by the hail of
    missiles and bullets firing through them.
    Yet Captain Hayward said: ‘We could swear that we saw no cavalry in action, neither did any of us see so much
    as a single white horse, either with or without a rider!’ So what did the Germans see? A vision?
    Shortly after this the American forces came into action, and from July 11th, the Allies advanced, and by
    November 11th the war had ended at the 11th hour, on the 11th month – 11 months after Israel had been
    promised a homeland in Palestine.
    I saw heaven opened, and behold there was a white horse! He who sat upon it is named faithful and true, the
    Word of God. He judges justly and makes war. Heavenly armies in fine white clean linen, follow him on white
    horses. (Revelation, concerning the end times, chapter 19)
    Only the first stage, making a second war necessary
    But that home in Palestine was only the first stage. God told Jeremiah that he would bring back Israel in two
    stages. First, it would be a pleasant prospect attracting many Jewish pioneers who would change a desert land
    into prosperous fertility as foretold by many scriptures. Then the second stage would be a desperate one. The
    Jews would be hounded back. That stage started with the Hitler gas chambers in which six million Jews
    perished, causing a mass exodus to Palestine and the creation of the State of Israel. Here is what God said
    about this in Jeremiah 16:14-16:
    ‘Look! The days are coming,’ says the Lord, ‘when the main saying will no longer be, “The Lord lives who
    brought up the people from the land of Egypt.” It will change to, “The Lord lives who brought up the people of
    Israel out of the North country, and out of all the other countries where he had driven them.” For I will bring
    them back to their own land which I gave to their fathers.’
    Then the two stages are described:
    ‘Look! I will send for many fishers and they will entice them back with bait, and afterwards I will send for many
    hunters and they will hound them back from every mountain and every hill, and out of the clefts of the rocks.’
    Here is something for you to think about: If Hitler had won his war he would have continued into Palestine to
    wipe out the Jews! There would have been no Israel! That’s why there had to be supernatural intervention in
    the Second World War, and the Jewish gas chamber holocaust motivated the United Nations Organisation to
    create the State of Israel after the Second World War.
    It is my view that if governments had read the prophecies, believed God’s declared purpose, and acted on it,
    there would have been no horrific World Wars
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