Dream 56
The river rages in front of me. Water white with fury and power as it foams against the rocks.
Rain falls down as if the sky is weeping and I realize that the rage is mine and the tears are mine.
I am standing on the prayer path. Psalm 37:23 is under my feet. It reads ‘The steps of the righteous are ordered of the Lord’.
I laugh at the irony and walk off the path to stand at the edge of the raging waters.
I want to jump in and be swept away from dealing with the egos of men who profess to love God and profess to love people but love power so much that people do not matter.
I want to block my ears to all that is said by those who have no faith in the dreams.
The daily battle inside of me to believe that the body of Christ will actually do anything about poverty swings like a pendulum. One moment I am ok, the next moment I am tired and discouraged.
Timely words and encouragements from incredible people flow to me every day, lifting my spirit for a time but that nagging fear that this is all my imagination tugs at my soul persistently.
Words of doubt sown by friends cut me deeper than they should. Causing me to feel nauseous and anxious. I spit into the water and try to stop the tears of frustration and fear that fall from my eyes.
Uriel speaks from behind me.
Uriel:
“Look around son of sorrow. Tell me what you see.”
I don’t look around. I look at the river and answer.
Me:
“I see the same deferred hope that I have seen my entire Christian life. I see doubt and disobedience. I see a few faithful people but churches filled with uncaring masses. I see people starving to death and children doomed to lives of poverty. I see women and children trafficked as sex slaves against their will. I see powerful people playing with the lives of the poor.
And I see that you are not fulfilling your promise to keep the doubters away from me.
Uriel:
“Look around son of sorrow. Tell me what you see.”
Me:
“I don’t want to see anything anymore. Why don’t you give these dreams to a rich pastor who already has thousands of members and the power to make it all happen? Instead you stick me under another lighthouse and expose me to more pain? It is better that I die than go through this again.”
I know I am being childish and stubborn but I stick to my guns. If these dreams are from God, I want to see God involved. If Thomas could ask to touch the wounds of Jesus, so can I.
Gatherer and Builder are beside me too now. Gatherer speaks in his normal blunt fashion.
Gatherer:
“You whine much for a warrior.”
I am stumped to silence for a while and then suddenly I start laughing uncontrollably.
The laughter rolls up from the pit of my soul and bubbles over for at least twenty minutes.
I am wiping the tears from eyes and still giggling when Uriel speaks again:
Uriel:
“Nothing gives a man more strength than laughter. And those who hate wickedness and love righteousness will receive the oil of joy.”
Me:
“It doesn’t make sense. To hate wickedness is to know it, see it and be exposed to it. The more I see it, the more frustrated I get. It does not make me happier to know what foul things man does upon this earth!”
Uriel:
“The oil of joy is not a mood son of sorrow, it is a supernatural gift from the Father and Holy Spirit to the son. And the son withholds nothing from you (plural).
Without the ability to laugh will ministry cause man to give up.
Laugh as much as you can son of sorrow. Laugh for no reason. Do things and find people who make you laugh. They are blessings upon the earth that must be celebrated and stewarded.”
Me:
“That makes a lot of sense. By the way, with all I have seen, why am I so sensitive to doubters now? How did I become so weak?”
Uriel:
“Those who walk by the spirit can no longer hide their feelings behind fake masks. You have not become weak; you have always been sensitive to what is spoken by others. It is thus with all who love to create and all who walk in the spirit.
For this reason can you no longer lead as you understand the word ‘lead’. You will never be able to present a front for the sake of leadership again. Your hidden thoughts will be known to all who know you. It is time for the body of Christ to mature beyond toleration of one another to a place of sacrifice and true unconditional love. You are to be one as we are one.”
Gatherer:
“For those who keep within themselves secret hatred and judgement are the very tombstones of whom the son speaks. Polished and manicured on the outside but rotten below the surface. Driven by dark motivation to build a version of the body of Christ that is not Christ. Hungry for wealth and power do they boil and simmer with resentment for all who do not agree with their personal world view.
Such walk by the flesh and pretend to walk in the spirit. These build for themselves empires within the kingdom with skillful words and strategies but these empires are a form of godliness, completely devoid of power. All well-manicured graves with hidden rot.
They elevate faith above love, not knowing that all that is hidden from man is still well-known to God.
You are not be as these son of sorrow. And every uniter is to take note of what is recorded:
Do not do things as the world does things. Walk in fullness of love. Nothing else is more important.
If you do not love, you do not represent the Father.”
Builder:
“Heed this son of sorrow: After the first stone is laid must you not step from the land under Michael’s calf. And do not speak to those who are not uniters. Focus all that you are upon uniters and children and let the other parts of the body focus upon whom they are instructed to focus. Purify your heart daily. Worship God with all your might and do the same with the uniters.
You may feel alone now but soon will multitudes come. For you are not special, all are special. And you are not the only one who hears and feels and hungers for righteousness. This is the time of the greatest awakening and the greatest harvest and the true servants of the Father begin to rise and be restored.
To those whom Jesus is savior only, you are an abomination. To those for whom Jesus is Lord, these words are a healing balm and filled with the oil of joy.”
The new angel speaks from behind me.
New Angel:
“Speak thus unto the uniters son of sorrow:
You are the joy of the Lord. You are the hands of his compassion and carry His heart. You are the oil of joy upon this earth. The Father is exceedingly proud of you for you have laid down your own ambition to say ‘here I am, send me’. And seeking not earthly rewards have you sacrificed yourself as lambs to the wolves. Know this: You are loved dearly beyond human comprehension and the Father brags with you before the enemy. Rejoice in your sufferings, for they shall all be gone in a blink of an eye and you shall be in positions of great favor for all of eternity. You are one as we are one. You are good and faithful servants.”
I weep as I hear him speak for I feel the same way about those who turn their back on mammonic Christianity and choose to walk the path of obedience to the son.
Me:
“I have seen many hurt and cast aside by those who build empires. And I have often thought to myself ‘How is this Christianity?’ And I have seen many walk away from the kingdom of God shaking their heads at the falseness of so much of it. Bitterness has filled my heart so many times at the waste of resource and the refusal to send missionaries with resource. To hear these words does so much for my heart. For although it is written ‘I have never seen the righteous forsaken’ have I seen the righteous forsaken over and over. Now I know it is not god who has forsaken them but those who are in truth not of God.”
Builder:
“The elite are led astray by power and wealth and a great hunger to be the biggest and the best. They feed some for the sake of appearance and reach out to those in poverty from time to time but their focus is upon those with wealth for the retention of power. Power is a drug son of sorrow. It is an addictive drug for which men sell their souls and an altar upon which they sacrifice all who are in their path. Keep such hungers away from your heart. Pursue righteousness and seek the kingdom above all else. First the kingdom son of sorrow. Always the kingdom first.”
Gatherer:
“We must now back to the beach in the area where your physical body sleeps son of sorrow. Are you ready?”
Me:
“I am ready.”
We are back on the water near Fort Walton beach, Florida, USA.
We walk towards the beach where the obese principality waits for us with his horde of demons ranked behind him in what now seems like an impotent display of power to me. His effeminate appearance and arrogant air looks ridiculous but I keep my mouth shut and commit to be respectful.
We are not even on the beach when he starts his tirade.
Principality:
“You are still here? Is this where you will live courier? You will live here? You cannot live here! You are not welcome here. We will kill you when we find you. Why are you here? What do you want? I can give you anything if you will just leave. We won’t kill you, we will send you gifts. Who are you? Tell me your name and I will fulfill your most hidden desires.”
I keep quiet.
Principality:
” You cannot live here. I have been given this region. It is mine. You are not welcome here. You have no authority. No courier is supposed to live here. This is a place for prophets and highly esteemed leaders. This is a place of class and power. You are nothing. If you leave, I will give you money. Do you desire money courier? Tell me your name and someone will come with money for you!”
He is agitated and animated and I am not entirely sure what has caused him to think that I plan to live here.
Me:
“I am only courier. You have much worse problems than me demon. This place has men and women of peace, uniters. It has Intercessor Generals and great prophets. Your time draws to an end as the uniters have already started uniting. Already this region to sends missionaries. You have failed.”
Principality:
“This is not true. I have complete authority here. I am god here! None will unite and none will send missionaries. Some photo opportunities and African Safaris perhaps, which is befitting of my servants’ station but nothing serious.”
Me:
“Obviously you are blind to the key ministries who equip, train and send from this region. I tell you demon; your time draws to an end. I have seen your defeat. For it is written that we have been rescued from the dominion of darkness and brought into the kingdom of the son. There will be much fasting and praying and you will soon be expelled. I release this word upon you principality. You will be overcome by the words of their testimonies and the blood of the Lamb. For a generation rises who no longer love their own lives – even unto death. And your manipulative reign with mammon will soon end. You no longer have authority here demon. Even now is your rank nothing but an empty title.”
The principality shakes off the image of the obese effeminate man and a huge, muscular angel stands before me. Even his voice changes to a deeper attempt of intimidation.
Principality:
“You think I am intimated by you courier? I subjugate and control who I desire to subjugate and control. There will be no unity here, the saints are lazy and disobedient to the father. I AM THEIR NEW FATHER!”
Me:
“You are a counterfeit and nothing more. You broke the father’s heart when you betrayed him and now you will lose everything for it. You were stripped of your authority by the son and now you will be stripped of your influence by the saints.”
He leans towards me threateningly and Gatherer steps forward.
Gatherer:
“Son of the liar. Do not overstep your bounds.”
Suddenly there is a crack like a whip or a gunshot and four Cherubim surround me. Swords aflame, body language ready, aggressive, terrifying.
Me:
“Your time ends principality. Not today but soon. Every drop of pain that you have visited on these people will be return to you a thousand fold every day for eternity. I have been where you are going and you will not escape one second of it. Know that the very people you subjugate will be the ones who rise up for the Lamb and expel you from this region. For it is written that judgement is upon this world and the ruler will be cast out. You will know your time draws near when you see the saints begin to gather upon this very beach and cry out with one voice. And you will be able to do nothing but watch the works of your hands crumble.
These are faithful men and women of God. Righteous, generous and humble. Your time is over here.”
Around me, the fire on the swords of the Cherubim flares up in an eager display of coming judgement.
Behind me the angel filled sea is lit up with an almost blinding light as millions of angels respond to the prophecy.
Me:
“You see that demon? Every angel knows that their wait will soon be over. They know the saints of this region well. Your time is over. Be warned that any further attacks upon the saints in this region will result in compounded judgement. I command you in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ of Nazareth. Lord of the hosts of the armies of heaven, my Lord and my King, to cease every operation against the uniters. If you do not heed this command, the Holy Spirit will bring forth such an influx of missionaries that the timetable will be accelerated. Do not interfere with what the Father has planned here demon.”
Principality:
“You are nothing. I do not have to submit to you. I will find you courier. You will die sooner than you think.”
Gatherer:
“You will find nothing prince. Your threats are empty. Heed the command or the timetable will be shortened.”
The Angel of the region has been with us the whole time and now steps forward:
Angel of the region:
“Heed the command son of Belial. Do not interfere with the timetable.”
Principality:
“I will heed the command. The uniters will be left alone. Besides, they have been well enough programmed to submit to my plans. They will bicker among themselves and their alliances will not last.”
Me:
“I have met them. You are gravely mistaken. These are not the saints you are used to demon. You do well to obey. By prayer and fasting will you be cast out of this region and this region will become a great testimony of the love and goodness and power of our loving God. I wish that you were able to repent demon. You miss much in serving the wrong master.”
Principality.
“It is you who serve the wrong master. The Father cares not for his creation. We are all just worthless cogs in his big game.”
He turns to the Angel of the region.
Principality:
“Bring your uniters, let them do their best. It will be a flash of revival and no more. A momentary inconvenience to my reign. I will not interfere. My Lord mammon has absolute authority here. Nothing will change.”
With that, he disappears.
Angel of the region:
“A great time comes now son of sorrow. The great harvest has begun. For the men and women of peace now gain their voice and speak with the heart of the Father. They submit to the son as Lord and they work under the power of the Holy Spirit. This region now enters the time of reformation and soon revival.
The kingdom is all son of sorrow!”
Gatherer:
“You have done well this night son of sorrow. Instruct all who read and all who hear your voice to speak what is written and speak with authority. Every stronghold in every city will fall. The kingdom advances. The kingdom is all!”
Me:
“The kingdom is all!”
I wake up.