Dream 64
We stand on a rooftop above a busy city crowd. People rush this way and that way, in a hurry to get to things that matter to them.
Each run with an hour glass, sand running lazily though the gap in each glass. Many children have a full hour glass; some have one that is almost empty.
Old folk have almost empty hour glasses. The sand is ruthless; it respects no man. Simply running out as time passes.
Many pray for more sand. Many eat healthy diets to fight for a few extra grains of sand. Most just walk oblivious of the hour glass in their hands.
A group of demons walks through the crowd offering pleasure and power in exchange for sand.
People crack open their hour glasses and pour some of their sand upon the ground in exchange for what is offered.
Many crack open the hour glasses that belong to their children and trade some of that sand for money. The demons take no sand, simply allowing it to be spilled on the ground and trampled underfoot.
A group of people lie on hospital beds, black cancer eating at their sand at an alarming rate.
A few believers have a cure to the cancer and an entire bag of sand to refill the broken and sick hour glasses but they just walk past the cancerous hour glasses, pretending to ignore them.
I watch this for a while and suddenly feel impact to my right hand.
A believer next me smiles and hugs me, then walks away.
I feel something wet in my hand and look down to see that the believer smashed the top of my hour glass and the glass splinters have cut my hand. Blood mingles with sand and clogs up the flow of the few remaining sand particles so that my time is expanded indefinitely.
I am a few moments from death. Kept alive by only a few grains of sand that are clogged with my blood. When the blood dries, the sand will fall and my life will be over.
Another believer delivers a false promise and my heart becomes sick. I am depressed and tired. Blood flows from my wounded heart into the hour glass, keeping the sand wet and clogged.
Gatherer speaks from behind me.
Gatherer:
“It is thus with many believers, kept alive by sacrifice and hardship. And thus with many dreams, kept alive by the blood of the faithful.
And it is thus with the body of Christ, kept from perishing by the blood of the lamb.
Where there is no sacrifice, the enemy is triumphant. For it is only the blood of the lamb and the blood of the saints that saves mankind from true hell upon this earth. You have been sent out as sheep among the wolves and many trials and much persecution is promised to you. For the sacrifices of the sheep can turn even the hearts of wolves. The saints who will bleed for the kingdom are the ones who join their blood to the blood of the son and extend His grace to all.
Love bleeds. It sacrifices itself continually. It does not seek self-enrichment. Such saints are truly rare but this the time of the great harvest an entire generation is now raised to lay its life down and open up its veins for the generation that follows.
What will you do for the generations that follow son of sorrow? Will you open your veins and instruct others to do the same? Will you bleed so that they may be raised in warmth and safety?”
Me:
“I have done nothing but bleed for decades. I need a transfusion. I am weak and tired and long to sleep.”
Gatherer:
“Indeed, you have bled much and you must continue to bleed beyond what you believe possible. You must continue to endure persecution from many of the saints for it is they who curse you with their lips and call you a dreamer. They have turned their backs upon the generations to come and hide within the confines of their own fears.
They cause delay for all that the Father wishes to do and many sin against the Holy Spirit with their corrupted hearts. The spirit of mammon governs their faith and they act against their fellow saints with unrighteous words daily.
The time draws near to the arrival of Michael but much is not in place and even many of those who claim unity walk in rebellion. Even now he is delayed in battle against principalities who work in conjunction with many saints.
Will you bleed further son of sorrow? Will you take your place upon the land and carry the weight of all that is to come even if Michael is delayed? We will take up our posts around you and cause many saints to pray but you must continue to bleed. You must now war in the spirit as one of us and learn to use your shield of faith and breastplate of righteousness which is generosity. Can you give as you have never given son of sorrow?
The temptation will be stronger than ever to take what is offered for you have already felt what few have felt and a delay may be more than you can bare.”
Me:
“I don’t know how much more I can bare but I will stay obedient to the Holy Spirit and be where I am to be. I will bleed until there is nothing left. If Michael is delayed, we will throw our lives into the battle until he arrives. I no longer care whether I live or die. The kingdom is all. If my life gains us one inch of an advance, I gladly give it.”
Builder appears to my right and speaks.
Builder:
“Come son of sorrow, there is work to be done.”
We are on the land across the road from the prayer path.
Builder:
“This land must be purchased from the sons of Ishmael and at the top you must build a lodge for the missionaries.
In the middle you must build the hall for the creative worship sessions as you have been shown.
And here on the riverfront must you build the school. This school must be built by the end of this year so that the first children may start in January.”
Me:
“You add more things that must be built and I am already ridiculed for all that is not yet built? A few days remain and I see nothing to suggest provision on this scale. You torment me with these instructions Builder.”
Builder:
“The instructions are not for you son of sorrow. You are courier, nothing else.”
Me:
“Fair enough. I will record all that I see and hear.”
Builder:
“We have spoken to many about this Christian school and they have disobeyed time and again.
It must be built. The hour glasses must be kept full! The kingdom is all son of sorrow!”
Suddenly Uriel appears before me, sword drawn.
Uriel:
“Come son of sorrow. You must record all that you see. Speak only the word.”
We are somewhere over the South Atlantic Ocean. All hell has broken lose.
The skies and oceans are filled with demons and angels in and epic, full scale war.
Two massive principalities are focused on Michael who is at the center of this chaos. Around them the skies are so thick with demons and angels that I can hardly make sense of who is attacking whom.
Uriel shouts above the cacophony of the battle:
Uriel:
“Both princes of mammon and the antichrist now throw all that they can recruit from the shores of Africa to stop the advance of Michael to South Africa. He is now delayed here until the saints in South Africa and the United states of America come into alignment with the instructions.
Every Angel you see here is from South America, tasked to advance the arrival schedule of Michael so that he may be in central South Africa as commanded by the Holy Spirit.”
Me:
“What can I do?”
Uriel:
“Write all that you see son of sorrow. You are courier, nothing more.”
Suddenly one of the princes notices me and takes his attention off Michael. He appears before me in the blink of an eye and smiles at me.
Lucifuge:
“Courier! Good to see you!”
Me:
“I wish I could say the same. You cause the delay and want me to get angry at the saints!”
Lucifuge:
“Oh, I am here because neither the Father nor the saints do anything to stop me. See how easily we hold up the mighty Michael? Surely I say this, Africa will be ours and you will join us as a prince among men. Record all you see here son of sorrow. Soon you shall witness the fall of the great Michael! We need only delay him here for six more days and Africa is ours. You will be manipulated by the liars no longer and you shall help us advance the kingdom of light!”
Me:
“He will arrive in time and your attempted delay will do nothing but show the greatness of God and the faithfulness of His saints for it is written that the son will build His church and the gates of hell will not prevail against it!”
Lucifuge:
“Time will tell courier! See you soon!”
He winks at me and appears before Michael once again, giants upon the ocean shaking the heavens in battle.
Uriel:
“The very spirit of mammon, his affections will cause you to desire more and more interaction with him. Everything that the flesh desires is granted effortlessly by his servants. Come son of sorrow, we shall return again tomorrow. Guard your heart, the search for you has begun. Do not give in to temptation!”
I wake up.