Dream 101
I stand upon the bridge below Michael’s calf right on the border between the North West and the Free State.
The night is dark except for a few lights on the bridge and I look up at the moon thinking that it looks like a Cheshire Cat with a lopsided smile. I shiver against the cold as the sound of footsteps approach me from the Free State side.
A man in an impeccable suit approaches me and stops just before the border. He leans against the rail looking over the dimly lit river.
Man in suit:
“Without that land you will have to move to an entirely different continent you know.”
Me:
“Excuse me?”
Man in suit:
“Without the courier, Michael has to move. Without the land, the courier has to move. We do it all the time you know, couriers are usually missionaries with very little resource and believers generally don’t believe them enough to give them the required resource to fulfill the instructions. It has to be that way so that the body can collectively decide if they want revival or not.
If believers actually believed their prophets, Israel would never have been in slavery. Believers tend to prefer leaders that mimic Lucifuge.
You know? Strong, masculine, confident, all that.
King Saul is always a lot more popular than Samuel. It is a test that believers write very often and tend to fail at with remarkable frequency. The Israelites expected a warring king and the messiah came as a humble servant… so they crucified him.
Things have not change much since then. The preachers on your TV screens look like they were all cut from the same cloth. Strong, stylish, convincing, the usual. It is this way because the idea of humility and community is simply too much to handle. They much prefer to follow someone rich and powerful than to follow the example of the son of God. It has been this way for thousands of years! They even preach that Jesus was rich. (he laughs). That’s my favorite one! None of us thought of that angle, man came up with that lie all by themselves.”
He laughs at his own joke for a while and turns to look at me. A pleasant enough looking fellow who would pass as a clerk, auditor or accountant anywhere in the world.
Me:
“Why are you telling me this stuff?”
Man in suit:
“We have a lot more use for couriers than the kingdom does you know.
It takes forty years to create a courier and usually a month or two for believers to destroy them. Mostly because the cost of becoming one is so high on the courier psychologically and believers tend to not believe anything that brings change. Especially drastic change of the kind that couriers relay.
It took us a while to find you and track down the details of the land. Good to know it has not been purchased yet.
I imagine you have been locked into paying cash only? No debt and all that? Makes it even harder to buy but don’t feel bad, this is not your test, it is theirs.
We will send our people to make an offer on the land within the week and have you evicted within November. Don’t bother praying for rescue, all three of your ‘believers’ that committed to pay for the land have listened to us. They won’t be changing their minds either, consciences are already seared.”
I stand there listening to him prattle on for a while, not hearing half of what he has to say. The moon still smiles down at me with that comically lopsided grin. I turn my head sideways to see if the grin will move when I move my head.
Me:
“You demons sure like the sound of your own voices. Your father is a liar, you are a liar and every little thing that falls out of your mouth is a lie. You may as well stop talking and leave me to sleep.”
The demon seems taken aback but adjusts his stature and continues in his pleasant tone.
Man in suit:
“Well, we shall see who is lying, those three talkative angels or us.
That aside, I have been sent to tell you that the offer still stands and the kill order has been rescinded. We have work for you and you will live in the lap of luxury for the rest of your life if you become our courier. My master apologizes for the inconvenience of your impending eviction but it is nothing personal. We can’t have you messing with our important plans for Africa and the USA you know.
I took your internet away this week, your land is next. It is for your own good courier.
Think on this:
In the kingdom of God you are just some weird guy locked into a covenant to stay on one piece of land for two decades. Hardly anyone believes you, your friends think you have lost your mind and everyone else thinks you are just looking for attention.
In the kingdom of light, we will give you your own TV show, let you feed millions and you will be worshipped for life.
It’s a no brainer really. Suffer for a kingdom that cares nothing for your message or live a life of luxury in a kingdom that celebrates your talents.
Message delivered. We shall chat again when you are evicted to discuss the next exciting chapter of your life!
Ah! Good evening Uriel!”
Before I can answer, he grins at me and disappears.
Uriel stands behind me and as I turn to face him, he places his hand upon my shoulder.
Uriel:
“How do you feel son of sorrow?”
Me:
“I’m cool with whatever. I’ll never work for those guys and if the believers choose not to back this vision, I am happy to respect their decision. I am a dead man anyway. I have no desire other than to please the Father and if He chooses to keep me here, so be it. I really don’t care for the opinions and judgements of man. If it is good with God and good with His people, we shall bring this revival. If not, I am happy to go where I am sent next or die or whatever.”
Uriel:
“Good. So you realize that this assignment is bigger than you are?”
Me:
“The kingdom is all.”
Uriel:
“Yes son of sorrow, the kingdom is all! We continue to speak to many and the Holy Spirit lays things upon many people’s hearts. Have faith in your instructions son of sorrow. Believers may yet surprise you!”
Me:
“My faith is in the instructions. If the instructions change, my faith will follow. I have accepted that not all who are called believers believe and that not all who profess to care about the poor actually care.
If the kingdom is not yet ready for this instruction, it is their choice.
I ask only one thing.”
Uriel:
“Ask.”
Me:
“If I am evicted from this land, place me in a position to feed the poor as a successful businessman. Let me leave ministry and become a conduit of funds to missionaries and pastors in high poverty areas.”
Uriel:
“No son of sorrow. This is your assignment, there is no other.”
Me:
“Alrighty then.”
Uriel:
“It must not be forced or accomplished by you alone. This would create yet another kingdom built around one man. You are not savior or provider, you are courier. Have faith. God will provide. This vision shall come to pass and mankind will see a great display of power.”
Me:
“I will stand fast. The kingdom is all!”
Uriel:
“None must speak of the strategy of the enemy out loud. Proclaim as one that ALL of the land is purchased. Do not allow the threats and strategies of the enemy to discourage or shake your faith. The kingdom is all son of sorrow!”
Builder appears beside Uriel and speaks:
Builder:
“It is the collective ownership of property by the saints of God that strikes most fear into the minds of the realm of darkness. You (plural) must claim ownership of land and expand your territory. Expand so that you have legislative authority. You will hear more of the importance of land from Uriel in the days to come but for now must you focus your prayers upon the land you have been instructed to purchase.
Tie the first two down, the third is in safe hands for now. The kingdom of God must take ground both physically and spiritually. The kingdom is all!”
I wake up.
