Henry's youngest son, Hank is carrying on the legacy of Joyful Sound Ministries after Henry Gruver went home to be with the Lord on October 10, 2019.  

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A Letter From Hank Gruver, Henry’s Youngest Son

Greetings friends of Joyful Sound Ministries
I am having difficulties starting this letter, I am not sure where to begin. I know for certain I want to thank each and everyone this letter reaches. My Heart’s desire is to thank all the lives that my parents touched individually and in person, but I am not sure I would be able to accomplish such a feat before the Good Lords return. I remember watching my dad doing the New Year newsletter and never once did the thought cross my mind that I would be writing this letter one day.
As many are aware that our dad, Henry Gruver, was taken into Heavenly Glory October 10, 2019.  Seven of the thirteen children were gathered around him the last week of his earthly life. We all witnessed God’s great mercies and loving kindness to His children. Godly reconciliation was brought to each one of the thirteen kids, it was so beautiful to be a part of.  We all deeply miss our mom and dad but are in awe and amazement of the Holy Spirits comfort.
Isaiah 61:3 comes to mind:
To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the Lord, that he might be glorified.
The Holy Spirit has begun such a great work in our lives, and we are so excited to be carrying the torch and mantle our parents left for us. After I brought my dad back from Canada in June of 2018, I was asking him what he wanted done with the ministry if the Lord was to take him home before his 120th birthday 😊He would never give me a direct answer the only thing he would say is “I pray the ministry continues on”. I would think to myself I don’t see any of us kids taking it over, I am way to busy with the businesses my wife Heather and I own and operate, and I am so afraid I know I could never fill your shoes. My dad wouldn’t pressure any of us, and he never talked about any other ministry we could partner with.  I would leave those conversations somewhat upset and thinking, please just give me one name or desire that you have for vice president of Joyful Sound Ministries so I have some direction.
My sister Becky called me October 5th 2019 and said “you need to come to Arizona if you want to be with dad while he is still alive, his organs are shutting down I don’t know how much time he has left”.  I, along with so many other believers, thought “it’s going to be ok; he will be healed and come out of this with an amazing testimony.”  When I arrived the next day, the reality hit home; we all knew God was calling him home.  As much as we did not want to let go of our dad, the presence of God was so sweet in my sister Christine’s house.  Abby, Becky, Christine, and Doug were with our dad 24 hours a day the last weeks of his life. Worship music played all day and night and His Holy presence was ever felt!  The veil was so thin in that room…Heaven was so close (my eyes are blurry with tears as I am typing this letter).  My brother Peter had such an awesome experience in the last hours of our dad’s life.  Peter was given a vision showing our dad’s homecoming.  This experience has brought such joy and peace to our hearts.
After our dad passed away, Abby, Mark and I had the privilege of driving our dad’s car from Arizona to Iowa.  As I was driving on October 15th at 2:40am, I felt the Holy Spirit speak to me:  “You will be preaching in Japan.”  I felt it so strongly, and I told God, “If this is You, I need it confirmed with my wife Heather.”  After we arrived home and were getting ready for the funeral in Iowa, those words and the calling to Japan were constantly on my mind.  I continued to give it to God, asking Him to confirm it with Heather.  A week later we had a beautiful funeral service in Iowa with Pastor Joshua Alvarez, Doug Suter, Pastor Brad Westercamp, Peter, and I speaking at the service.  Once again, we experienced the Holy Spirit giving us “His oil of joy” as all 13 siblings were together in Iowa.

Out of my mouth I said we were going to Japan. I meant to say “Australia”

After the service we held an emergency board meeting to install me as president of Joyful Sound Ministries. This was such an emotional time for me, never once had I thought about being the president of Joyful Sound Ministries, let alone before I was 40 years old. Once we finished the business portion of the meeting, we were discussing dates for the Oregon memorial service, and as we were talking about dates I said “We can’t have the service at end of December or early January because I will be in Japan” (I meant to say Australia, since eight months prior, we had booked tickets to visit Abby Dec 10 thru Jan 14th).  The words just slipped out of my mouth.  I quickly corrected myself, “I meant in Australia.” Right after I corrected myself, Pastor Alvarez spoke up and said “Brother are you prophesying?” (I had no idea Heather and I would actually be in Japan January 1-10th 2020.)

We scheduled the Oregon memorial service for Saturday November 23rd. However, as the date approached, I was really struggling with going to Oregon.  I was very busy with our businesses, and we had less than two weeks after Thanksgiving to be ready for our five-week trip to Australia.  The enemy was doing everything in his power to keep me from the Oregon service, and he was almost successful, as I booked the ticket just one week before going.  I soon learned why the enemy didn’t want me in Oregon:  it was life changing.  Peter and I had the privilege to share at Pastor Alvarez’s Saturday evening church service. This was the first time in my life I didn’t prepare a message but watched as the Holy Spirit spoke through me.  I have listened to my dad countless times say he prepared the words he thought to speak, but only to go a completely different direction. Heather had stayed home in Iowa with our kids, so before the service started, I told her to watch us online.  As she was preparing dinner, she heard the Holy Spirit speak to her saying “Agree with him in the ministry.  Agree with him in the ministry”.  She shared that with me after the service was over, and I knew I had my confirmation!
We came home from Oregon revived.  God moved in all our lives (Christine, Cindy, Peter, Becky, and Me) in such a mighty way.  I knew something changed in my heart, but I still had no idea what God had in store. As Heather and I were preparing for our “holiday” in Australia, I was thinking about a trip to Japan when and who could go.  Also, if we would be able to meet up with Akira (dad’s interpreter last 14 years).  After a conversation with Becky around December 2nd, I felt the Holy Spirit asking, “why not go to Japan from Australia?”  It’s the same time zone, and Abby could watch our three kids (Carter 12, Henry 10, and Gracie 2). I began fasting and praying about it, and excitedly watched the Holy Spirit arrange all our steps.  It was truly awesome! The schedule came together within days, and before we knew it, on January 1st (our 18th wedding anniversary) Heather and I were on a 9 hour flight from Brisbane, Australia to Tokyo, Japan.
We arrived in Japan the evening of the 1st, navigated our way to the hotel, and the next day Akira picked us up.  We had four hours of precious fellowship, driving with Akira to the city of Iwaki, where he pastors a church. From the first moment of meeting Akira, I knew this would be a very special time of not only ministry, but healing. We arrived in Iwaki and had three days to fellowship and prayer walk before I was to preach Sunday the 5th. Those three days were so precious.  We met so many precious believers who would pour out their love and condolences.  This brought healing that I did not know I needed.  The fellowship also filled us up to overflowing!  By Sunday, it was like I couldn’t contain it anymore. I had to let His Love, Words and Spirit out! The preaching flowed without fear or anxiety. I was awoken almost every night, and as I would commune with Almighty God, I would receive the word for the next day.  We had a morning and evening service at Akira’s church, and after the evening service we prayed for almost everyone.  When the anointing comes on Heather, her hand starts to shake, and the Power of Jesus is evident.  We finished the service close to four hours after we started. His presence is so sweet, we are ever so humbled to be His servants, what an honor it is.
Monday morning, we left for Osaka to meet with the owner of the hospital, my dad had been visiting for 10 years or more. We arrived that afternoon and met with the owner, her personal assistant and a radiologist. The three of them have been having prayer meetings together for the last 3-4 years at the hospital. When we met them, there was a sense of overwhelming joy and sadness radiating from their faces. All three of them thanked us, with tears, for our sacrifice and allowing our dad to come and minister to them.  I too was in tears sharing how God had brought Heather and I to Japan.  The change in their lives from knowing my dad was so evident.  It was so beautiful, but difficult to put in words.
The radiologist began to share a testimony that started a few years back.  He said they told my dad that there was apartment complex nearby that has had a high rate of suicides in the past month (I believe five in less than a month).  That got my dad excited (not the suicides) but the fact that there was a covenant with death that had to be broken.  They took him to the apartments and began to prayer walk.  As they were doing so, he looked over at my dad, who was standing by a tree that was dead.  Next to the dead tree was a tree that was alive, and my dad began telling the people that there was a curse and great darkness coming from the dead tree, and the curse had to be broken.  They prayed and broke the curse.  A few months later this man was walking by the apartments and realized there had not been any suicides, PRAISE GOD!  He also looked at the cursed tree and saw one flower budding.  Another 4-6 months passed, and he was walking in the area again, after a typhoon had hit the city. He walked past the cursed tree that was not only alive BUT the tree that was next to it had broken branches from the typhoon. PRAISE BE TO GOD the curse was broken they said no suicides to date! Hallelujah!  Hearing testimonies like that from my dad was always awesome but hearing them from the believers that were there with him, is even more amazing.  If you ever felt the testimonies my dad shared were a bit far-fetched, I can report that if anything, my dad left out other details that made them even more amazing! What an honor and privilege it is to be able to continue God’s work that my dad so humbly and faithfully walked in for over 50 years of his life.
After we left the hospital, we had dinner with a precious pastor who poured out his love for my dad, his life was so dramatically changed for the Glory of God through my dad. With tears in his eyes he graciously extended an invitation for us to come and speak at his church next time we are there.  The following day we had a weekday service at 2pm.  We arrived at noon to be greeted by a handful of believers who prepared lunch for us.  As we were eating the room just kept filling up, by 2pm it was full.  We had a powerful time of worship, which made the preaching flow so easily.  The Spirit of God was so strong, I believe it was because they were hungry for His presence.  To have 30 or more people at a 2pm service on a Thursday afternoon would be amazing in the US, but in Japan a large church is 30-40 people.  I would estimate over ¾ of the church was there and most had to take time off work.  We finished up just after 6pm.
The following day we headed to Tokyo for our last meeting, which was being held at a government building that the church was renting.  We only had the hall from 5-7pm.  As we arrived the hallway was filling up rapidly.  The church that was hosting the meeting only has 10-12 members and after we started worship every seat was filled and more had to be put out.  The small room was packed with over 40 people.  We met a woman who had been to Woodbine 20 years ago during the camp meeting, and it turns out my sisters and I worked with her kids during the youth programs.  Worship began and they sang the old song “Power in the Blood” wow were the tears flowing! My mind was full of memories of my mom playing her auto harp and singing that song. Even though the words were in Japanese I was able to sing along from memory, that worship time was so wonderful.
Once we were done it left under 45 minutes for preaching and that is with an interpreter, I couldn’t help but think my dad would hardly be past his introduction in 45 minutes.  Once again, the Holy Spirit was ever so faithful, the preaching flowed like never before.  Akira asked me afterwards what I thought of the service. I said I pray it went well, thinking did I say something that was off or offended people.  He went on to say he was able to interpret very easily, and he thought I was operating more freely, there was a big change from the first few messages just five days before.  GLORY TO GOD.
By the end of this short trip I came to the realization that this precious brother Akira, was the closest friend my dad had on earth.  They spent the last fourteen years together for 5-6 week stretches.  He knows my dad and loves him dearly.  As we were saying our goodbyes, it felt as if I was telling my dad goodbye before he would leave for one of his trips to Japan “I will see you in a few months, Lord willing”.
ALL Praise, Glory and honor to the King of Kings for He is worthy! We are ever so humbled to be a part of His kingdom work.  We are so blessed to be a part of something so great! Heather and I humbly ask for your continued prayer support as we seek God’s will for our lives. We would ask that you would join with us in prayer for our construction business (SWI Windows, Doors & More) to be purchased or that God would send a Godly person to come and partner with us.  We know we can’t enter full time ministry until we are released from SWI.  We know “ALL things work together for the good to those who love God and to those who are called according to His purpose” (Romans 8:28).
With Love,
Hank Gruver

Peter Gruver’s Vision Of Henry

Visions By His Dad’s Bedside
by Peter Gruver
It was the morning of October 9th just twenty hours before my dad‘s passing.  Abby, Cindy, Christine and I were there with him, in his room.  Dad had just been given a dose of medicine to help reduce the pain.  It was not as effective as it had been, so I climbed onto the bed with him, placed my hand on his chest and said, “peace.”  I knew Jesus was as close as the edge of the bed and the distance between us and Heaven as thin as a veil.
While praying peace over both, his body and emotions, the awareness and adoration of Jesus intensified.  As strong as a mental impression can be, I saw two very large angels to the left and right of Him.  Each time I shared an attribute of Jesus, and I knew dad could see the image I was describing.  By now he was no longer speaking and was barely moving.  As a little boy leans into the safety of his father’s chest, my Dad leaned his head into mine.  I had never before felt like a father to a father.
Jesus stood quietly as if waiting for His moment.  “You can see Him can’t you Dad!” I said, just knowing his awareness was very high.  The holiness, beauty and kindness of Jesus were overwhelming and made the worship that morning between us so intimate.
It was then that I saw Jesus crawl onto the bed and place His hand on my dad’s chest.  I watched as my imagination animated Jesus’ hand through flesh to illuminate his heart and lungs with each touch.
Jesus was so close and so beautiful.  It was during that time I saw three visions.  The first was a cylindrically shaped vertical corridor filled with a great cloud of witnesses.  One of them, a younger woman with glasses and dark hair pulled up close to her head; very similar to my Grandma Gruver, stood out from the others as she leaned heavily over the edge; her gaze fixed on Jesus.  Her anticipation seemed to say one thing; “What new facet of Jesus’ glory will be revealed in this homecoming?”
Next, I saw my Dad standing on a heavenly street dressed in a very simple robe.  It appeared to be made of a thick burlap-type material.  One single strand spiraled down to his feet while another was loosely weaved up and down across the garment.  It was the train that caught my attention: it went on and on, it was so long.  “Dad, it’s so long!” I exclaimed.  Repeating myself many times over and over.
Last of all I saw a long processional of people that stretched far over the distant hillside.  Jesus stood left of my dad, and with each introduction, Jesus placed His hand on each person’s chest saying, “Do you remember this one?”  Each one’s response to him was the same, “Thank you for sharing the message of Jesus Christ with me!”  By the third person my Dad fell to the ground completely overwhelmed in worship and awe.  Without missing a beat Jesus gently pulled him to his feet and said, “I have more people I want you to meet.”

Judith’s Passing

It is with heavy hearts that we let you all know that our dear Judith has left us and gone to her reward in Heaven. We rejoice in knowing that she is worshiping her precious Jesus in His presence. We thank you for your continued love and prayers.     – Henry

Update On Japan And Henry’s Health

Greetings in the Beautiful Name of Jesus,

I’m writing to you today from home as I gain strength and weight after being in the hospital for far too long.  I am grateful to be recovering at home, but my thoughts are on those in Japan.  Saints, please pray for Japan!

Debris from flooding in Western Japan is stacked up in a large heap

Debris from heavy flooding in Western Japan Kurashiki Okayama Prefecture (image from Reuters)

I have wept much for the areas of Japan that I have prayer walked for years in all of the Prefectures we call States.  There are thousands of precious saints there.  Torrential rain and mudslides have killed 76 people and 92 are missing.  At one point, evacuation orders were issued for 4.72 million people, and about 48,000 members of self-defense forces, police, and firefighters are still searching for trapped or injured people.  To make matters worse, a huge heat wave over the weekend killed at least six more people and 1,500 others have been hospitalized.   I groan for the families there and pray for their continual safety and comfort.  Please join me in intercession for our brothers and sisters in Japan.

As many of you know, this has been a challenging season for my family and I personally.  From my wife Judith’s heart attack and subsequent kidney issues to my own health crisis, I would like to let you know about the very core of what held me together through this whole ordeal of several months, consummating in the last 12 days before I got relief.  Here are the Scriptures that were the backbone of comfort and strength for me, bringing the hope that would make me unashamed:

Romans 5:5-9
“…And hope maketh not ashamed; because the love of God is shed abroad in our hearts by the Holy Ghost which is given unto us.  For when we were yet without strength, in due time Christ died for the ungodly.  For scarcely for a righteous man will one die: yet peradventure for a good man some would even dare to die.  But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.  Much more then, being now justified by his blood, we shall be saved from wrath through Him.”

Joel 3:16
“The Lord will be the hope of His people.”

Zechariah 9:12
“You prisoners of hope in the most agonizing times.”  (These words came back to me time and again.  I realized that I was a prisoner of hope.)

1 Thessalonians 5:8
“…But let us, who are of the day, be sober, putting on the breastplate of faith and love; and for an helmet, the hope of salvation.  (In extreme trying times, we MUST keep that helmet of hope and salvation on.  Our minds MUST keep it on!  When people kept trying to get me into the hospital, I did not want to comply.  I wanted to see the glory of God.  I wanted to see the victory through God!)

Hebrews 6:11
“…full assurance of hope unto the end”  (I must maintain the full assurance of Hope)

Psalms 33:18
“…for I did hope in His mercy”  (During this ordeal, I would push my back against the wall as hard as I could for relief from the pain shooting up my back and into my kidneys, so this verse meant much to me.  I was crying for mercy!)

These verses were the backbone of the Scriptures that He gave me, and I had to cling to them day and night. 

In the first 4 days, I passed kidney stones from my left kidney without pain medication.  When the last big one passed, I was laying on the floor in a fetal position, and all of a sudden, NO PAIN!  My eyes were shut, and I literally thought I had passed into Heaven.  People were on their faces around me, crying for mercy.  I sat up and said, “I’m healed!”  They went from deep sobbing to rejoicing.  For one half of an hour, we were rejoicing, but then the right kidney began passing its stones.  For five days and nights, I went through the agony of those stones passing.  On the third day of this, I got hiccups!  The hiccups hit me in my lower abdomen.  The hiccups were like spears going through my body and into my heart.  The stones were nothing compared to the constant hiccups.  For three days and nights, I battled the stones and hiccups.

Hank, my son, flew into Canada to pick me up.  Everyone thought I was dying.  I was scheduled to fly home the next day at 2:00 pm.  By 5:30 am, Hank said “I’ve got to get you to the hospital!  Forgive me, but I am calling the paramedics.”  At this time, I had a vision.  I was surrounded by people I had known for years, all dressed in colonial clothes.  I wondered why they were dressed in colonial apparel, and noted that these people were all people who had already passed away.  I told my son what I saw.  I asked, “Why aren’t they dressed in white?  Didn’t they make it to heaven?”  Then another vision came.  I saw one of the most giant trees I’ve ever seen in my life.  A beautiful tree, like a maple or something.  I wondered why I was seeing a tree.  Then, all of a sudden, at the base of the trunk of this massive tree, a golden, giant cross appeared.  It lit up the entire tree.  I told Hank, and the paramedics arrived.  They listened to my heart, and got me into the ambulance right away.  They were telling the hospital, “We have a 75-year-old man arriving.  Prepare to resuscitate!”

When they unloaded me into the ER, they asked who Hank was, and he told them he was my son.  The ER was packed with people, and I was left there for an hour and a half while they helped others.  My son heard them say that I was an old drug addict with no insurance.  My son started to cry out to God, and then said to the staff.  “My dad is not a junkie!  He’s never drank, never smoked, nor ever taken drugs.  He doesn’t even take anything stronger than an aspirin!  He is not a junkie!”  My son told them that he had a good credit card and said that he would pay.  He said “My dad doesn’t need insurance.  I’m a businessman and can pay for what treatment he needs!”  At that time, the head doctor was walking by, and heard my son pleading with them, “Don’t let my father die!”  She walked right towards me, put her scope to my heart, and as she listened, she began firing orders immediately.  They brought me down the hallway and inserted a long needle into my stomach/bladder area.  Then I felt them put things into my arms.  She said, “Hold on, Sir!  We’re going to help you, but you must hold on!”  That’s the last I remember.

When I came to, they had put a catheter in me, and the nurse said that they had drained three liters of fluid  in less than one hour and were still draining.  She asked, “How could you stand the pain of all that in your bladder?”  I remember looking at her and saying “It wasn’t easy.”  They worked with me for three days, putting me through many tests.

By the end of the third day, they had performed many tests.  They knew the condition of my kidneys and my liver, which had shut down.  They worked on both.  On the fourth morning, I had a good breakfast in front of me and I ate it.  The head doctor came in and said to me, “Mr. Gruver, I’m preparing your release to fly home today.  I must tell you that if your son had not persisted and I hadn’t heard him when I walked into the ER, you would have been shipped to the morgue.”  She told Hank, “You saved his life!”

I was crying and I said, “Doctor, can I tell you something very precious?”  She sat down and said yes.  She reached over and took my hand.  I said, “I am a Christian.”  She said, “I am a Muslim.”  I said,  “I want to tell you something that I believe will bless you tremendously.”  “Go ahead,” she replied.  I began to tell her about my Heaven experience.  She started crying, gripping my hands with both of hers, tears running down her face.  When I finished, she said “This is most wonderful thing I have ever heard in my whole life.  I don’t know how to thank you.”  Then she said that she had to get to a meeting, and was late, but said I was a wonderful man.  “Please,” she said, “When you get home, go to a Urologist.  I want you to live.  Will you do that?”  I said “Yes”.  She went into my bathroom and closed the door.  I heard the deepest sobs coming from her through the door.  She sobbed for quite awhile.  I heard her blow her nose, and she came out.  She said, “I will be okay” and left.

I left the hospital in a wheelchair, and the hospital sent a message to customs and the airport, “Put this man up front where he can get in and out very easily.  He is extremely weak.  Get him back to Omaha.”

When I got to Omaha, I was very hungry.  They did not have food on the plane, and I wanted to eat!  I said to my son.  “There’s a Taco Bell here, and I want a Burrito Supreme with everything on it!”  We quickly went to Taco Bell, and as Hank ordered, I saw that there was a Kentucky Fried Chicken next door.  My appetite was back, so I decided that I wanted a chicken breast with coleslaw too!  He said, “Dad!  They told me that you haven’t eaten anything in 10 days.  Can you eat all that?”  I told him, “I’m going to try!”  He brought chicken tenders to me from Kentucky Fried Chicken, along with coleslaw because they were out of chicken breasts.  Hank told me that the man at Taco Bell who made the burrito knew I had been wheeled into there, and started adding more and more to the burrito when he made it.  It was like three burritos in one!  I thanked God for the food, and ate every bite!  I ate the whole Burrito Supreme and all of the coleslaw!

At home, my family had moved my bed into the living room near the rest room from upstairs, knowing that I couldn’t climb them.  As I sat on the bed, I began to weep.  It felt so good to be home.  I think four of my five children who were home were around the bed.  As I cried, I said, “Children, I don’t have anything more to give.  Absolutely nothing.  I have no strength.  I can’t fight anymore.  I put myself into your hands for care.  Whatever you do, I will not come against it.  I am so tired.”  Then I laid down and fell asleep.  I thought it was the next morning when I woke up, but it was really four days later.  I sat up in bed, looked at the clock.  It said 10 o’clock!  I looked out of the bay window, and it was pitch black.  My daughter, Ellen was there, watching me.  I said to her, “I thought I slept, but it’s still 10 o’clock at night.”  She said, “No, it’s 10 o’clock in the morning, and a storm is overhead.  All of the city street lights are on as if it is night.  It covers four counties.  Tornado, hail, and wind shear warnings are everywhere.”  I started rebuking the storm and doing warfare in the name of Jesus.

I said, “No tornado!  No hail!  No destroying wind!  As I was rebuking it, Jesus came to me and spoke to me.  He said to me, “Son, your test is over.  I am giving you a rod of authority.  I put it in your hand.  I want you to aim that rod at the Angel of Death that has been asking me to let him take you out.  I want you to drive him away.  Fight!  Use that rod of authority!”  I immediately began to speak it forth.  Then after some time, He spoke to me again.  He said these words:  “Son, this is your resurrection day.  I am making a new covenant of life for you.  There will still be some battles to fight, but use that rod and My authority, for I will raise you up and you will go again across the earth to those that have fought for you, and stood with you through this.  And you will impart to them an impartation of the portion of the anointing that I am going to download on you and through you.”  These were His words.  I sat there in my bed, weeping.  The next morning, about the same time, my phone rang.  It was an Amish brother from Libbey, Montana.  He said, “Henry.  This is brother Abe.  I just had a vision.  In the vision, I began to see you hold a lightning rod, throwing lightning bolts at the enemy.  You were wielding it back and forth.  Then the vision changed into the face of  black, terrifying storm, full of lightning.  Then the face of Donald Trump appeared in the storm.  He was upset and bringing on the storm.  His face was angry and very focused.  At that instant, I had a strong impression that you would be working with him.  God wants you using that rod to chase the enemy.”

From that time, I began to claim restoration and my new covenant.  I could walk in those early days about 30 steps with a walker, and I’d have to lay back down and rest.  Now, about a week later, I walk without the walker unless I’m going far.  I put on a little weight, for in Toronto, when I went into the hospital, I weighed 111 pounds.  I had literally lost 52 pounds.  Now I’m up to 119.2 pounds, and can eat about anything, praise God!

I want to thank you for your prayers.  The specialist told me that my prostate is bad, my bladder is too enlarged to contract to urinate, so I will need a catheter.  My heart has been extremely stressed and is weak, so I must use caution in exercising too much or I could go into cardiac arrest.  So after the report of that specialist, I came out of that office rejoicing, saying “Thank you, Jesus!  Now I know exactly what I need to believe for!  You gave me two brand new hips five years ago, and now I need a brand new prostate, bladder, and an undamaged heart, in Jesus’ name!”

So this is my challenge, and I will see you all again!  Amen!

Sincerely in Jesus,

Brother Henry

Henry’s Vision Of Kim Jong-Un Of North Korea

As I was on my way to the Pacific Northwest, the clouds looked so wintery, and not far up out of Sheridan, Wyoming on I-90, snow began to fall and then six inches was on the highway.  I could see the tracks of an 18-wheeler clearly on the highway before me.  My thoughts quickly turned to concern over the possible danger of losing traction and sliding off of the road.  So, my prayers intensified for safety.  The falling snow turned to a complete whiteout, so heavy I could only see the 18-wheeler’s truck tires in the snow just in front of my van.  Now, I was praying really hard as I slowed down to about 30 miles per hour, hoping someone wouldn’t rear end me, or I wouldn’t run into someone else.

Photo of North Korea's Kim Jong Un

Henry Gruver’s Vision Of Kim Jong Un Explains Why We Should Pray For Un.

It was at that time that I had a vision so real that I wondered if I was literally transported to Kim Jong Un’s bed.  Standing at the foot of his bed, I watched as he shook his head and body in a back-and-forth motion.  He woke up with eyes open as if in utter terror, his forehead breaking out in beads of sweat.

The Lord spoke to me saying, “I am going to show you the dream he just had, and has been having again and again.”

With that, the whole scene changed to focusing on the right rear female behind him.  She was keeping her eyes on the male body guard to the right of Kim Jong-Un, and the female to her left.  Then, when both were looking away from her, she unstrapped the leather strap that was protecting her pistol from falling out, and kept her hand on the gun.  She watched the guards on her right and left, and when they both looked away from her, in one motion she quickly brought the gun up 3-4 inches behind Kim Jong-Un’s head, just to the left of his right ear.  She fired one shot and Kim Jong-Un dropped dead.

My vision ended and I was still following the 18-wheeler’s tracks until I came up behind him, first seeing his red brake lights right in front of my hood.  Thankfully, I had been going about the same speed as him.  He turned on his right turn signal and I stayed close enough to follow him as he turned.  He came to a full stop and I decided to cautiously pass by so no one would hit me from the rear, crushing my van under his truck.  As I carefully passed him, I cam along  second truck and pulled in front of it.  Feeling safe, I parked where no one would rear end me.

At that instant, such a powerful love for Kim Jong-Un’s soul and life hit me, and I wept deeply for his salvation.  I don’t know how long I wept for his soul, but the sound of the 18-wheelers going around me caused me to open my eyes; I looked at the time on my dash, and it said it was 2:21 pm.

For several days, I made it a point to be alone between 2 pm – 2:30 pm to pray, expecting to be transported to North Korea at Kim Jong-Un’s bedside.  For many days, I wept for his soul.

Two weeks later I was to fly to Korea to speak and to prayer walk.  I told my scheduler that I wanted to go to the DMZ (Demilitarized Zone) and pray.  As I stood on a lookout into North Korea, I again began weeping for Kim Jong-Un.  I said, “Jesus, if you want me to, I will go down these steps and cross over into North Korea and request to talk to their leader.”

My interpreter interrupted my prayer saying, “Henry, don’t say that!  Two days ago, an 84-year-old woman walked right across down there, requesting to see her sister before she died.  They ordered her to stop and go back south, but she kept going, pleading to see her sister.  They shot her down.  They will do the same to you!”

I said that if God would give me enough peace, I would go across believing for safety, but the Peace didn’t come.  So, two days later, I was going to go to the Chinese embassy in Seoul, requesting that they arrange a visa to talk to Kim Jong-Un, but that morning the Holy Spirit told me, “No, I did not tell you to do that.  The reason I gave you that vision was to go to the South Korean pastors and tell them to pray for his soul.  I, the Lord, have no pleasure in the death of the wicked. (Ezekiel 18:32).  If they rejoice over his death, they have no reward because of their hatred of him.  Tell them to repent and cry for his salvation instead.  Many Korean pastors thanked me after I told them this, and changed.

Please read Psalms 35:9-14, espeially verse 14:  “I have behaved myself as though he had been my friend or brother; I bowed down heavily, as one that mourneth for his mother.”

Matthew 9:38 “Pray for the harvesters.”