God's Dynamic Plan Revealed: A Current Prophecy

By Alice Gravatt

A Master Plan exists for human life so amazing that it goes beyond human imagination. The plan is intended for all people who will claim it for themselves. It is given to us by our Creator through Moses’ Tabernacle in 1440 B.C. in a book called Exodus, and it is about to be fulfilled in the near future. The plan with its promises is available to everyone who really wants it, a gift requiring no merit on the part of the receiver, only a hungry heart desiring Truth and a willingness to follow its guidance.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Balboa Press
• Release date: Jul 26, 2020
• ISBN: 9781982247393

Alice Gravatt

An award-winning artist, Alice Gravatt earned a degree in art education from St. Olaf College. Early in her career she taught art in Marshalltown, Iowa. But her passion throughout her life has been to discover the depths of the Word of God. Growing up in Chicago during the Depression era, she was called at the age of nine from an unbelieving family to encounter her Heavenly Father in an amazing personal experience. That led to a lifelong study of the Word by revelation. Today, she resides in Ashburn, Virginia.

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ISBN: 978-1-9822-4738-6 (sc)

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Library of Congress Control Number: 2020911151

Balboa Press rev. date: 07/24/2020

CONTENTS

Dedication

Preface

Appreciation

A Visual Glossary

Part I Exodus: The Master Plan

Chapter 1 Why the Need for a Master Plan?

Chapter 2 The Blueprint— Its Description

Chapter 3 What Is His Name?

Chapter 4 The Scale Model

Chapter 5 The Coded Walk

Footnotes Part I The Master Plan

Part II Out of Egypt and Through the Door

Chapter 1 The Formation of a Nation

Chapter 2 The Calling of a Servant

Chapter 3 Eleven Miracles

Footnotes Part II

About the Author

DEDICATION

This book is dedicated to the people, Israel, who paid the price for it all. After reading this book, you can appreciate their gift to mankind.

PREFACE

The bed seemed to have swallowed my life completely. The four walls and the ceiling glared back at me, every crack and dirt spot having been inspected for most of three years. Every bone ached throughout its multiple connections, and my head felt as though it had had the rubber hose treatment by a fiend. I was undergoing lengthy treatment for chronic brucellosis. I had experienced attacks for 15 years without any therapy available and had relapses after the first two treatments. This was the third and final treatment of heavy antibiotic therapy. My hair was falling out and I felt toxic and in pain. As usual, I was alone much of the time as the family had to go to work and school, and I faced my own company and thoughts.

Long ago I had dealt with the fact that I could not honestly sign a teaching contract and really expect to be there a whole year, certainly not two years. I was an invisible cripple. My handicap between attacks was not visible, but I could not plan on anything with predictable certainty.

As I lay in bed, I thought back over the empty, loveless years of childhood, controlled by a mother who had been severely abused and suffered with paranoia, while a dreamy, poor father spun fantasies like a web about our lives. He was artistic and imaginative, and he believed his fantasies to be true. The years of hatred and rejection, fear and trembling, still haunted my memories. I was born in one prison and had been shifted to a new one. I went from a perpetual emotional prison to a prison of pain and isolation in a bed.

I thought of the endless struggle to get the dream of human salvation during the depression years: an education. Six years of work and study, from which I emerged without personal identity, but clutching a diploma wandered past my apathetic, aching mind. Along with the diploma, I earned Undulant Fever, or in medical terms, Brucellosis.

The contrast of those years of memory to the brief years of joyous teaching, of meeting a fine husband, and the birth of three children despite bouts of Undulant Fever, was sharp. There was an exciting world out there, and there were some great people in it. My husband and children were four of them. But I was trapped from participating in it.

My mother grudgingly came out to tend our three-year-old during the third and successful antibiotic therapy. What none of us realized was that she had brain cancer. That already agitated, suspicious and angry person was now irritated by lumps pressing the central nervous system. It did not take too many days for her to explode in a rage over little things that our grade school girls were supposed to have done. One day, my worst fears of a lifetime came into reality. My mother seemed determined to kill me. With over three years in bed, and heavy multiple antibiotics in me, I managed to defend myself and survive the day. I never heard her speak again. Almost three years later, I took over my parents’ home and my helpless father who had suffered from numerous minor strokes while my mother was in the hospital in a coma.

After she left, as I lay in bed reading the Bible I had loved from the day a neighbor gave me one when I was ten years old, I thought to myself, this is not abundant life, the beautiful promises that God gives His own. What is wrong?

I had received the Life of Jesus when I was between nine and ten years of age. Through the years of adolescence, Jesus had checked my suicidal desire. I lived clinging to the verse that says that all things finally work out for the good of those who are called according to God’s purpose. What possible good could all this torture produce?

As I lay in bed finishing the third medical treatment totaling most of four years in bed with this bout of Undulant Fever, I spoke to the Lord and I said, God, if you will heal me, and I don’t mean just of this attack, but give me good health, I will study your Word every day. As I look back over the years since then, I have to laugh at my prayer. Big deal for God, if I read His Word daily. But He knew I meant to be useful to Him. He took me up on it, and He made a covenant out of it with me. It became the purpose of my life.

No person or minister ever came to give me communion, or pray with me, and of course most denominational churches in the 1970’s did not believe in divine healing. I already knew the literal and basic Word of God so I believed in that possibility. Three more grotesque years followed the bedridden ones. The melodramatic TV soap operas are boring next to my years of crushing, grinding and pulverizing. Maybe that is what it takes to make a servant.

I emerged from those five years of illness and treatment responsible for a father suffering from dementia who was incontinent. After those years of treatment, followed by surgery, two accidents to my children in which they broke bones, constant infections from having had so much antibiotic treatment that the good bugs died also, plus the death of my mother in the situation described, I had a nursing care task. Finally, a breakdown completed the process. I was totally unable to function, but sat somewhat like a lamp that is unwired. When one member of a family suffers, so do all the members. There was no space for me to enter medical therapy or counseling in the Eastern city of 90,000 people where we lived because they were booked solid for three months ahead. I decided not to enter a hospital on the emergency records for psychiatric care. My mind seemed clear, but my body and my heart were broken.

One day of many days, as I sat in a corner without organized connections between thoughts and feelings, I realized that I had the same three choices that any organism does under stress or change. I could adapt, migrate or drop dead. I learned that in college biology. Up to that date, I seemed to be slowly dropping dead. I had tried to adapt, but didn’t know how to do so, nor did any of the church people have the answers. They didn’t come near me for any of those five years, even though my husband and I had been faithful attendees and active in structural church activities. I began to realize that they were not equipped with answers. They were supposed to have the only answer, but they had no answer.

At the same time that the church people avoided me, my daughter, a high school adolescent, was attending Sunday School led by the young vicar on Sunday mornings, in what was not a Bible study class as I had believed it to be, but instead exhibited anti-Scriptural activity while being held on the church premises. The senior minister’s daughter was a member present, so I knew that he was not ignorant of the situation. I was too sick and weak to investigate the situation which further troubled me.

One day, I declared to my family that I was going back to Illinois, where I had been in one piece just five years previously, and I was going to find out what God had planned for my life. This wasn’t it. My husband got a job transfer soon after my decision. We moved right after my oldest daughter graduated from high school as class valedictorian. We moved to Illinois just as I had declared before the transfer was even applied for. That was the beginning of the revolution that has turned all of our lives right side up, bringing us the victorious, abundant life in God, just as His Word declares.

I must interject here that the message of this book and these occurrences took place from 1972 to 1978. They are meant to explain and present the situation that led to my receiving the prophetic revelation of this message directly from God. God’s Dynamic Plan Revealed is not my opinions nor is it a research project from my concepts. It is a message from God revealing the promise from God for His end-time people, many of whom may receive this promise in this generation.

After moving, it took about two years of rest and reconstruction before I functioned reasonably well again. I took college courses, sold real estate, and finally got an interesting job as a counselor with an adoption agency. My health was fair, but still not healthy as before the five years of terrible stress. I still was hungry for answers to the purpose of life as God intended it to be. I longed for more of Him, more reality, more courage, and the answers to my voluminous questions. My previous five years had created a deep hunger in me for a Godly, meaningful life with a clear purpose. I needed some answers to the suffering of so many people, many of whom were church-going, committed believers, as well as suffering in general among the world of people at large.

My problem was one of perception limitation. I didn’t believe in Satan, a force of darkness, leaving me an impotent warrior in Christ. I was therefore unaware of the source of my problems, unaware of a power kingdom that was trying to destroy me so that this message never would have been written among many other tasks that the Lord has given me to do. I saw myself as an innocent victim of an unknown fate rather than a partially blind victim of my own limitations. If you look at plate II in the visual glossary, you can see that I was blind to the half of the perception understanding which describes darkness. This was caused by my childhood environment that gave me no love, spiritual teaching or much of what is on the Light side of the chart. I tried to eliminate darkness which was the substance of nearly my total environment. The Word, which presents Jesus, or Yeshua in Hebrew, presents Light. Without some foundation, I couldn’t even grasp Light to retrain myself. Richard Johnson, a neighbor, gave me a New Testament after which I understood Light for the first time. My first Pastor entered my life’s retraining when I was eleven years old. He lived Light.

One day, after my years of illness and through various circumstances, I took a friend to a healing service in Springfield, Illinois. I heard a woman speak about Jesus, the Bible, and healing in a powerfully positive way. She had results in her life. I never heard a minister talk about Jesus with such conviction, such an intimate insight, or such a vigorous and uplifting message. As she finished talking, she began to minister to people, a new term for me. (Remember, this happened years ago in 1971, and I recorded it in 1972-1978). I saw the ears of the deaf opened. The look on each face could not be one of pretense. Diabetics were healed, but I couldn’t see that. The ears that heard suddenly were obvious.

At the end of the healing ministry, this evangelist said, Someone is having a healing of the heart. Get up and receive it. In an instant an electric net dropped over me, causing such an impact of heat and loveliness that I knew that God had done something to me. It felt like the sparklers of the July fourth celebration that burn down a stick with tiny light sparks that twinkle had fallen over me. I broke out in a sweat, felt like my body temperature had risen considerably, and my heart pounded violently. She means me, I thought. I never stood up to receive the healing publicly because the whole experience startled me out of my logical comprehension of the circumstances. I don’t have heart trouble, I reasoned. Oh yes, my trouble was a broken heart. That is what she means, the breakdown, the fears and disillusionment." Whatever it was, I had it. Nothing could take it back again.

A couple, who attended the meeting, invited me to their prayer group that they held in their home. They lived in my community north of Springfield, Illinois. We met incidentally after the healing service as people visited discussing the amazing healings that had just taken place.

Who ever heard of prayer groups in homes? Or healing services in motels? Suddenly it seemed so natural and Biblical. Jesus had services on hillsides or meadows. He had Bible study with fellowship in Lazarus’ home. I had read the Bible, but it hadn’t become so real.

I attended that prayer group the following week with optimistic curiosity. They praised God out loud. How strange. It sounded a little like the Jewish wailing wall sometimes, but happier. Everyone was worshipping Jesus, genuinely seeking a relationship with Him.

The second week God spoke to me audibly. That was the greatest thing that ever happened to me outside of having Jesus give me His Life when I was nine years old. I had heard God speak to me twice in my life out loud, but outside of my physical being. This became a conversation within me. He said to me, I give you my love. I answered quietly, I believe that. Persistently, He repeated the statement stressing the word give. In that instant, I understood His message. Oh, my goodness, you have to say yes, please, and receive it, actually take it as if it was an object of value. Like any gift handed to you, it takes a receiving grasp, an enthusiastic tug at ribbons and paper, and then, a wearing or using the gift. The giver must be thanked, and a relationship is cemented.

I want it Lord, I said. It is a good thing I didn’t say pile it on Lord, or I might not have been here today. God poured love on me so forcefully and abundantly that it took my breath away. It felt heavy, like liquid gold, a warm, weighty substance, but it was more than my body could endure. I physically jumped. Readers, God loves each of you with that same powerful and total love. It isn’t dependent on you to be loveable, because God knows how to rebuild you into a loveable, valuable person. It is dependent on Him Who is the God of love to make you man in His image. If God poured all of His love on us at once it would crush us like little birds that have been petted too strenuously in a giant hand. If that love that He poured on me had been rain poured over the Sahara Desert, it would have bloomed for hundreds of miles.

For seven weeks, I got that healing of the heart promised to me in Springfield. It wasn’t a patched up old heart, but a brand new one. During that seven weeks, I began to search God’s Word and to renew all my adolescent Biblical questions that had been squelched. This time the Holy Spirit showed me the answers that had been there all the time, but my eyes had had scales on them that obscured my vision. Now, I could see and comprehend the answers myself.

I had received the Baptism of the Holy Spirit along with the promise of healing, and at the end of the seven-week healing, I began to pray in a new language as the Spirit of God spoke through me. At that moment of the complete release of the Holy Spirit in me, I felt like I had been launched from a rocket pad. For five months my feet never seemed to touch the ground. People stared at me because the look on my face glowed.

God is real, and He really loves me. He is abundant Life, and every word in that Bible is literally true, and it works. That was the beginning of the greatest adventure imaginable. I began to learn how to accept those thousands of gifts and promises in the Bible by appropriating them into my life. Then, I just watched the power of God released as the pages of the Word were given expression and released by faith.

I spent six hours a day four to five days a week with the Lord for several years in the study of His Word, in praise and worship, in prayer and in listening to Him. I am in perfect health yet, 47 years later from the day I prayed for God to heal me, and I promised to seriously study His Word to be useful to Him. God was the One who caused me to make the prayer covenant for healing. It put me in the middle of the Charismatic Movement of God over America at that time. We both honored our covenant, but God made it an amazing, supernatural walk with Him. During these years since receiving the Baptism of the Holy Spirit as part of the original healing, my husband and I watched the Lord work through us with miracles as He brought people to our home–sent to us for His care. Lives have been changed, homes restored, and burdens lifted by the Word of God and the power of the Holy Spirit. With direct access to God’s instruction for each person, we were able to bring the lives of people into wholeness in the Lord God.

Within two years after receiving the Baptism of the Holy Spirit and with the intense study of God’s Word, I began to receive revelation from God. The first couple of times it happened, I felt as though a force pressured my head with an impact, and I suddenly knew a flood of information that I previously did not know. God spoke to me with precise direction as to how I was to study His Word. Visions of teaching aids often accompanied the revelation, and the Lord would speak to me audibly, giving me His plan to organize the concepts and the basic Biblical Scripture for each concept. Then, I would spend months in the Word of God, pouring over the words and ideas that He gave to me. I purchased a Concordance, I cracked the Greek alphabet and translated passages to get meaning that is lost in translations. He would speak further on the ideas as I worked on them. Finally, I would have a teaching that took five or six evenings to share. Some of this material was shared with our home prayer group at that time, but it became too voluminous for communicating orally.

Over a period of almost six years, this entire book was given to me by God. Not one idea comes from my brain, but from the mind of God conveyed to my spirit by the Holy Spirit. All of it carries one basic message, the call to sanctification because of the imminent return of Yeshua, the Messiah of Israel. Sanctification is an urgent message that has hardly been mentioned in most religious organizations. In my many churched years, I have never heard Matthew 5:48 taught or preached with any serious discussion. It has a goal developed in the work presented. The message is a challenging one for people to change, and we all prefer our ruts even if they are not conducive to a whole and Godly life. Sanctification is a challenge to people to return to the purity of the Living Word, and a pure and total commitment to God.

The plan of our Creator for human life is shown to us in the Biblical blueprint we call Moses’ Tabernacle revealed in Exodus, chapters 24 through 40. Laid out in those pages is information challenging us to live God’s purposes. It reveals a God of infinite brilliance and purity of heart, a God Who declared His purpose and plan for human life symbolically to Moses in detail nearly three and a half thousand years ago. The contents of the material have changed me, my whole thought processes and my behavioral responses. It has changed my family, and those who have listened and employed its instructions.

This is the most important message from God to man today. Because the history of the world as we know it is facing a cataclysmic finale, we need desperately to know that someone is in charge of the whole outcome, and that the impending holocaust is not an end, but a transition into a new world of peace.

The term end time is used in regard to this transition period. It is not an end to life on earth, but it will be the end of a chaotic world that self-destructs at the hands of its current ruler, Satan. A new ruler will take over soon. He is the returning Messiah of Israel, Yeshua Ha Mashiach of Israel. His kingdom has joyous life, constructive purpose with no violence, but I never imagined the awesome magnitude of this purpose. My human mind could never imagine such wonder of a purpose, nor such love by its Creator. God’s wish is that you are prepared to endure and grow into His purpose to have Man in His image by choice this time, and not by an act of His creation. He has spoken through His prophets for centuries to us all to return to the pure, basic Word He has spoken through men like Isaiah and Jeremiah.

This is a prophetic book. It is not a research project, nor does it come from a human thought process, but from the mind of God spoken to those who will hear Him at this historic moment of time, and who will fulfill His high calling and purpose. It is God speaking to the reader through a servant.

Today, 48 years later since completing this manuscript, God instructed me to edit His message and publish it. As I reread it, I am amazed at how much has come true as God prophetically taught me regarding this end time. I have not changed any of the message, but merely improved the sentence or clarified a concept.

I especially pray that it reaches Jewish people who will grasp the wonder of their Tenach, and especially the Torah in which Moses’ Tabernacle is described. I hope all readers will grasp the creative brilliance of Adonai, (a Jewish name or term for God since His name was considered too holy to be uttered)Who loves Israel and longs for them to turn back to the love and sheltered blessing He wants to pour out upon them.

This is the first of a two-book series designed to reveal God’s endless love and divine effort to bring His master plan for humankind to each one of us to fulfill His longing for a family and to see us become People in His Image, the reflection of Yeshua, the first Son.

APPRECIATION

I would like to thank my daughter, Nancy Gravatt, for her competent assistance in editing this manuscript, and also that she assisted in helping prepare the lengthy material for publication. I would also thank her for encouraging me to persist where the challenge grew.

A VISUAL GLOSSARY

Definition of Illustrative Plates

In order to have a working basis for understanding the concepts of this material, I have included six Plates or illustrations to be used as a visual glossary. The definitions given of the plates are intended to give the reader a basic understanding of them to apply when reading about them in the information of the text.

Plate I is developed from the Scriptural information given in the book of Exodus. The remaining five plates, numbers II through VI, were given to me by God as visions, like photographs flashed in front of me to be used as teaching aids in sharing with others the Master Plan for human life.

Plate I

Plate I is a sketch of Moses’ Tabernacle as it is clearly described in the book of Exodus from chapters 24 through 40. Researchers estimate the time at which God revealed it to Moses was approximately 1441 B.C.

Illustrated in this Plate is the Tabernacle that God commissioned Moses to build. He gave the instructions to Moses in great detail as to measurements, proportions, materials, substances used, furnishings, and design and color. The sketch is rendered as accurately as possible from the data recorded in the Torah. For non-Jewish readers, the Torah is what you call the Pentateuch, which is the first five books of God’s Word containing His Law and revealing His character.

During their first year of life in the wilderness, the Israelites built the Tabernacle. They celebrated the Passover on the first anniversary of the Exodus into the wilderness by initiating the Tabernacle’s use at this great event.

The physical Tabernacle, as declared by the Lord God to Moses, is the blueprint for the master plan for human life. The interpretation of its spiritual meaning is the intent and purpose of this book. Therefore, its design is the outline of this work.

Plate II

Plate II is a depiction of the two spiritual powers, God and Satan, and their character. Light expresses the character of God, while the character of Satan is shown as darkness. At the same time, the plate demonstrates the involvement of man in perceiving these two forces and his response to them. Plate II presents a concept of spiritual perception, which is quite different from physical perception.

The chart is divided into two distinct parts: one half black and the other half white. Man is centered between the two with a vision that enables him to perceive both sides. The concepts of light and darkness deal with spiritual perception regarding all life situations and human encounters. Light is the character and Being of God, while darkness is the character and person of Satan; two forces that are in opposition to each other and are opposite in character, and they are ever present in human life on earth.

The arrows of man’s vision show that in order to perceive reality (truth) without distortion, he must receive reality, the reception and analysis of the events and relationships in his life, unobstructed by personal defenses or second hand opinions or the traditions of men if they conflict with God’s Word. In order to discern between Light and darkness, one must know God’s Word.

These two spiritual forces function behind and through the physical events of life experience. The arrows of man’s