Dream 47
Thousands and thousands of children jumping up and down, hands raised, excited and happy. 11 year olds, 12 year olds, 13 year olds, 14 year olds… Worshipping with all their might.
I am on stage, bewildered at first as I realize that I am in a dream somewhere in the future.
Around me every new technology in sound creation.
Gatherer, Builder, Uriel and the new Angel all stand around me. There are seven doors around this room and every door has some cherubim on guard. Swords aflame, faces alert, burning eyes.
A massive children’s choir to my left and right.
The previous song ends and all look at me as the band holds the note.
New Angel:
“Reach now beyond your own limited creativity son of sorrow. Reach into the heart of the Holy Spirit. Open your spirit and connect with the creative realm. Go there where the seraphim worship continuously around the throne. Create that which resonates with both the throne room of God and the sound of this generation and generations to come!”
I don’t need to be asked twice. I lift my hands for a few moments and travel instantaneously to the throne room, flat on my face, hands outstretched I listen. The download takes a few seconds and I am back.
Uriel:
“God is creative and he loves it when His children create. For to create is to express all that the Father is.
Love.
Express that love with all that is in you, express it in every way. Express it in how you love and build and worship. Express it through every action. Create son of sorrow, and command all who love the Father to create.
The room has a single screen running all the way around it. The images are stunning. Like beautiful splashes of bright ink in water.
I step towards the large keyboard in front of me and play an eight bar piano loop with an uplifting chord progression. The room goes quiet and everyone lifts their hands.
I add a warm pad to the piano.
The microphone stand in front of the keyboard is an LED cross. Bright white light forms the shape of the cross in front of me.
I add an arpeggiated synth to the progression. The speed of the song is slow but epic, great for a worship anthem.
The drummer starts a steady kick behind me.
I start to sing:
Me:
“Jesus your word.
Jesus your word.
Jesus your word is all.
Jesus your kingdom.
Jesus your kingdom.
Jesus your kingdom is all.”
The choir directors catch on and the children start to sing along. I now see that a lot of parents are with the children in the crowd. All singing this song together. The atmosphere is awesome!
We sing this over and over for a long time, the sound of the worship progressing to an electronic dance song. We even speed up the tempo at one point and then slow down to the original tempo before changing the progression to another phrase that builds to an incredibly emotional instrumental piece:
Me:
“Thank you for your word.
Thank you for your word.
Jesus your word is all!
Thank you for your love.
Thank you for your love.
Make us one as you are one.”
Now I see that the back and side walls below the screens are huge garage doors. All of them lift up now to reveal thousands more outside.
Multiple lasers play over the heads of the crowds, writing the lyrics on the clouds above them.
The song words progress to:
“Teach us to love as you love.
Teach us to love one another.
Teach us to love, teach us to love.
Make us one as you are one.”
As the music volume drops to background levels, the kids are placed in groups where they will now pray for each other. Scriptures appear on the screens around the room for the kids to pray over each other and their families.
Uriel:
“Look at how the children dress.”
I look and see colorful wigs, striped clothing, platform shoes, glowing jackets and every kind of weird and wonderful thing.
I also notice digital finger painting stations everywhere. The colorful water ink shapes on the big screens are being created by children on iPads and touch screens.
Uriel:
“Creativity is the most powerful gift given to you by the Father. It must be stimulated consistently! Let the children express their heart for the kingdom in every way!”
We are outside. There are smallish garden boxes everywhere with seeds of all sorts of flowers available to be planted. Grownups and children alike plant seeds in the boxes and write their name on the box. I watch as time speeds up and children come back each week to tend their flower boxes.
Those who develop a passion for their gardens are given a bigger space where they replant their now grown flowers and can add different vegetation to create gardens of their own design.
I watch how they grow up into teens and young adulthood and how many of the gardens become beautiful displays.
The new Angel moves up next to us and speaks:
“You have been created as an expression of love. Let everything that flows from you be love. Remember that what was created came from the spirit of God. For God is spirit and so must you create from your spirit. For all that is created in the flesh will be carnal but all that is expressed from your spirit will be of the Holy Spirit.
Know now that all that is created for mammon is carnal. For mammon desires things that can never satisfy. Do not raise your children to focus on creative expression that brings material wealth. You will frustrate them and bring much pain to their hearts.
Raise them to love creativity itself. And let them express all that they are in color and nature and art and music. Let them build and play and watch as they come up with new technologies and new solutions to old problems.
Create new wineskins for the new wine. Create areas that are so creative that their imaginations are challenged to stretch.
Teach them the words of the son and allow them to find creative ways to express their revelations.
Do you not know that you are made in the image of the creator? Do you not know that everyone was born to create? Teach them then to create without ceasing!”
We are now in the slums somewhere in India. The air smells like rotten food and sewerage.
Children run freely in full abandonment, rebelling against all authority and completely alone in this world. Immediately I want to set up a ministry here and fix what I see.
Builder:
“This will be solved by the generation that is to come. Only raise them in the word!”
Me:
“18 years from now? These kids will have grown up by then! Give me the resources, I’ll jump in right now!”
Builder:
“You need at least seven hundred thousand well resources missionaries to solve this problem son of sorrow!”
Me:
“That sounds completely impossible!”
Builder:
“This problem can be solved. But because you do not allow your children to be fully aware of this tragedy, they grow up using their creativity to provide for only themselves.
The creative realm contains the solutions to every problem son of sorrow. Know this and facilitate a creative generation who know of this poverty from when they are young. Let them grow to think of nothing but bringing heaven to earth.
The kingdom is all. Raise leaders who will think of nothing but the kingdom and the expansion of the kingdom. Start Christian schools where the focus is bringing heaven to earth.
Teach them the words of the son. Cause them to love the words of the son. They will love the kingdom as the son loves the kingdom!
Let them be raised as a tidal wave of righteousness and unconditional love and they shall sweep all of Asia with miracles and displays of power that your generation has not even seen.
In these next seventeen years must you focus on the nations from South Africa to Nigeria. Thereafter shall a flood of revival sweep up Africa and into India and the rest of Asia. Only be obedient!
The Holy Spirit works even now to loosen the resources and manpower you require to achieve this.
HAVE FAITH son of sorrow. HAVE FAITH!”
Me:
“You ask for faith? I only have enough faith to be obedient. Will that be enough?”
Builder:
“That is more than sufficient. For these are not your plans and you are just a small part of what has been planned for many generations. Record all that you see in these dreams and make the vision plain so that they who read it may run with it!
The kingdom is all son of sorrow!”
Me:
“The kingdom is all”.
I wake up.