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My strange and vivid dream...
- Jul 24, 2009 at 1:24 PM
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I want to preface this by saying that I do not put a lot of stock in
dreams, meaning, I don't believe God imparts new knowledge by way of
dreams. I believe we have the complete Word of God in our Bible. Dreams
are an expression of what we know and understand in our own minds, and
how we feel about it. If a dream contradicts what the Bible says,
believe the Bible.
When I awoke from sleep, I was so affected by this dream I wanted to
write it down before I forgot any details. So it was scrawled into my
journal with very little light as soon as I could roll over and pick up
a pen. Even so, I lost a lot of details, but here is what I wrote...
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Vivid dreams of the "end" last night and this morning. Believers are
despised by the population in general, and sometimes face physical
violence when they testify of their faith. We live life this way, being
a light and giving out the gospel, but hearing of personal attacks on
some because of their witness.
Then one day our country gets attacked. I saw the planes fly low
overhead, people screaming. I heard and felt their roar as they passed
each time. They dropped a few bombs, I didn't know where. We just all
took cover, praying we wouldn't be hit. They seemed to be random at
this time, and no one seemed to know why they bombed us or who it was.
The people trusted the government and looked to them for help, but
somehow I knew deep in my heart that our own government played a part
in this slaughter of innocent people.
Time passed. Political tension increased. I feel very isolated as a
Christian, and it is getting more and more dangerous to look and act
like one. We had to flee our home and seek refuge somewhere else. We
tried to store our belongings in a hidden place, but knew we would
eventually have to abandon them. Every citizen was issued a special
chip - it was inside of their cell phones, and it was constantly
monitored by some sort of GPS. We were told that they were for our own
safety and if something happened to us, the authorities would be able
to locate us. Our group of Christians knew it would be dangerous to
carry one, so we did not. But had to hide everywhere we went - the
authorities would check to see if you had your device.
It was extremely dangerous now for Christians to go anywhere in public.
When we had a "meeting" sometimes we knew we were being followed and
changed our plans.
Our little group were staying in a house together. Right next to the
house was located the high school football field. One night there was a
game, and everyone decided to go watch, so I was alone in the house. I
heard the first half end, an the band was lining up for half-time show
just outside the fence of our back yard. I went out to the back yard to
watch. Recognized one of the band members - off they marched to line up
on the field.
Then the event was interrupted. Uniformed men came into the stadium and
commanded everyone to file out of the bleachers. I could not hear what
the officers were saying, but they had guns drawn and occasionally
there was the "pop" of a gunshot. I had opened the gate and was now
standing in one of the lines, watching others pass before the men with
the guns. It was whispered that they were looking for criminals. I saw
my own two oldest daughters in another line. I saw one of the officers
put his gun to the head of one fellow -- He winced and raised his
hands, shaking his head in denial. He passed on in line. I saw my
daughters step forward as their line advanced. My line was advancing,
too. Suddenly I knew what question they were asking.
"What do you believe about Jesus?"
My moment to answer that question was fast approaching. I didn't have
another chance to look for my daughters in the crowd, but I prayed they
would be faithful and true to the Lord. Suddenly it was my turn, and I
said what I had determined in my mind that I must say. Words God gave
me courage to say -- I told the man, "Jesus died to save me from sin --
He died for you, too.."
Then I woke up.
Comments:
I do pray that if I ever come to a real-life situation like this, that God will give me grace and courage to be faithful to the end!
The hardest part about the dream was seeing my daughters there. I wept as I wrote that part down. Our human desire and reaction is to protect them from harm. But shouldn't we want them to be faithful to the Lord, and gain a crown in Heaven?
I have also had some very vivid dreams in which I felt were to be a wake up call for me to get my attention. I also believe like you that God's Word the Holy Bible is all that God gave us and we are not to add to it. Amber
Wow. I'm reading this a few days after the fact- thank you for posting and just wow.
We have had this conversation in my home about the Columbine masacar, and a book my daughter had just read. My husband is an unbeliever. He told our teenage daughter that he would not want her to make that confession. After he left, my daughter and I discussed this conversation again. . I told her that her Dad did not believe like we do, and could not understand. I told her I prayed her faith was strong enough to make that stand, but it was her decision. That was very difficult. She did feel strong enough to take that step of faith, but was confused, and didn't know if I would agree with her father, because I wouldn't want something to happen to her. I told her that we have to have faith, and trust in our Lord.
That was an interesting dream. Hope we don't have to encounter anything like that, but if we do, the Saved will be instantly with our Lord. Thanks for sharing this.
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