Dream 93
I am seated in a crowded stadium. It is massive!
The stadium is packed to the rafters with Christians. Different denominations wear different colors and wave different flags. Each different denomination has its own cheerleading band and motivational speaker. Some work together, most do not but the one thing that they all have in common is that they are so focused on the band and speaker that they cannot see what is happening on the field below.
The only open chairs are right against the field below but very few people want to sit there.
The reason that very few people want to sit there is because the field hosts shows that nobody wants to look at.
The first show has children starving to death.
The second show has Christians being beheaded.
The third show has live abortions.
The fourth show had rape and child trafficking.
The pastor and praise and worship leader have their backs to the field and have screens up for the words of the worship and word but I can still see the terrible things going on down there behind them.
Time comes for offering and an elder shares about the needs of the church and the new sound system.
I give freely because I understand the costs involved in ministry but I still notice the atrocities in the background.
A man next to me stands up and asks: “Do you guys see the starvation and rape on the field? Why are we not out there?”
The pastor jumps up and grabs the mic while the man is shushed and ushered out of the stadium.
Pastor:
“We certainly see what is going on down there and give as a church as the Lord leads us.” The band starts up and the praise and worship leader encourages us to focus on God because He is the one who can fix what is happening on the field.
I feel ill. This awesome praise and worship actually belongs down there on the field among those broken people. But I keep quiet because I don’t want to get thrown out of the stadium. I see some people peek past the screens at the horrors on the field but also shrink away from the possibility of rejection or ridicule.
Gatherer appears beside me:
“Come son of sorrow. Let us be seated in the area closest to the field.”
Me:
“Let me see if the pastor will support a trip to the field.”
I stand up and raise my hand.
The pastor recognizes me and smiles, listens to my request and says that I am not ready. He will hear from the Holy Spirit and let me know when.
Gatherer:
“It is not up to him. The son has already given the command. This man gives a counter command. He is in rebellion. Come son of sorrow, leave this place and let us go to the front.”
I get up and head down towards the field. Text messages and social media lights up about my leaving the church but I keep heading down. A few ministers see me heading there and caution me against getting too close to the field. One pastor lovingly warns me that most who go there end up depressed and suicidal. I am nervous but I keep going.
We arrive in the front seats and I look back at the stadium. It is full and impressive.
Gatherer:
“Do not be impressed by what you see here son of sorrow. There are far more outside the stadium than inside it. Look upon the field so that you may see the true calling of the children of God and know your purpose.”
The scene on the field is grotesque and unjust.
I try to look away but my head is held in place supernaturally as children are bought and sold by their tens of thousands and used for sexual slavery.
Young girls cry hopeless tears as they are married to old men and raped over and over by their new husbands.
I watch helplessly as children die of starvation, are butchered and maimed in wars that they did not start and how men in suits orchestrate the worst atrocities the imagination can conjure.
Gatherer:
“Watch and pray. Pray until more join you in prayer. Those who join in prayer will also join in the battle. Use music, use it powerfully. Use prophetic word and speak freedom over these captives. Many will see you at the edge of the field and walk away from forms of Godliness absent power. They will come and join the movement at the edge of the field and begin to rescue those upon the field.
Start with prayer and make the vision plain. Rescue the children first and raise them in the way they should go.”
I cannot do anything else so I pray. I stretch out my hands towards the field and begin to pray for anything that I see. I feel powerless standing here, but I continue to pray.
Soon a few who were sitting in the front seats join me in prayer and we swell to ten people praying. Infrastructure to even scratch the surface of what lies before us is incredibly expensive so for now we can nothing but pray. So we pray. Weeks pass before one or two others join us. Months pass and we are now almost a hundred.
Gatherer:
“Behold son of sorrow, more come to join you.”
I look back at the stadium and notice people walking from the denominations to help us. Entire churches start coming with their pastors in the lead and we are a couple of hundred now.
I make the vision plain:
Me:
“Brothers and sisters, we are here to make a difference. We are here to make a change. Let us continue to pray but let us now build places of safety, first for children, so that we may have a place to look after them and love them. Let us raise them in the way they should go together!”
We start ripping chairs out of the stadium to make place for places of safety.
We start building schools, community housing, dedicated children’s church facilities and farms to feed everyone.
Hundreds more from the stadium join us as we build everything we need to bring in the harvest.
Now many of those who have joined us start to run onto the field and rescue all they can find. Soon we have a rescue and rehabilitation system going that encircle the entire front row of the stadium. Tens of thousands get rescued but it is not enough. Millions need help.
Me:
“Gatherer, what are we to do?”
Gatherer:
“Make all that is done public so that other saints in other stadiums will duplicate what is done here. Many have already begun, now you must send them aid.”
We make it public and soon we find out about many others who have started doing the same. We swap blueprints and strategies across the planet and Christian communities begin to grow into kingdom focused towns and cities.
Me:
“Gatherer, when will this all come to pass?”
Gatherer:
“Start with prayer and use music. Many will join you son of sorrow. Only start with prayer and music.”
I am on the land beneath Michael’s calf.
Uriel places his hand upon my shoulder and speaks.
Uriel:
“Record what is said son of sorrow. Those who must hear will know it is for them:
You have carried the burdens of another for many years. Looking on in disappointment as they turn their back upon their destiny and follow the ways of a fool. In these last days you have asked yourself if it is worth it. You have asked if they will ever change or if you are wasting your time.
Know this child: This is your test to pass. They are your assignment. Though you brim with hatred for all that they are, it is your task to push them to their destiny.
Do not shy away from speaking your mind, nor from demanding that they rise. For even if you are rejected must you be the voice of power and reason in their ear. Knock until the door opens. If the door does not open, you have done their part and they are without excuse at the day of judgement.
Push with all your might for if they step into their destiny, this vision shall be accelerated and much delay will be swept aside. Do as it is in your heart, even if it causes your rejection. The kingdom is all. Serve first the kingdom, seek first the kingdom. Do as the Holy Spirit commands you each day.”
I wake up.