Dream 167

I stand upon the land beneath Michael’s calf.

Before me the river is wide and low, reeds growing so densely at the edges that they obscure the grand view that lies beyond them. To my right, the lengthy bridge stretches all the way across the river, disappearing into tall trees and African bush as dry land embraces its end.
The wonder of God’s automated system is in smooth operation. Birds flutter, seeds fly, the rain waters and the Sun energizes. I am acutely aware of the absolute precision of this incredible system. Bees pollinate, the wind rejuvenates, I close my eyes and the Holy Spirit invigorates.
Friendly man:
“There is plenty of power available from the Sun you know.”
I turn to see the master, friendly face beaming as his earth colored, every changing cloak takes on the tones of the word around us.
Friendly man:
“Yet man still feels justified in plundering the depths of the earth and destroying nature to build temples to his greed.”
I stand silently. Nothing I have to say has any weight in comparison.
Friendly man:
“Your heart is heavy.”
A heavy silence hangs between us, there is no need for embellishment or manipulation, our conversation is statement answering statement.
Me:
“It is.”
Friendly man:
“Be patient. I have a plan.”
Me:
“Why do you bother with humanity? We are trash.”
Friendly man:
“I have faith in you.”
Me:
“A tree is known by its fruit is it not? The fruit of this world is heartless indifference.”
Friendly man:
“Yet I continue to plant seeds among you. Hoping they will produce a different kind of fruit.”
Me:
“And those seeds are snuffed out by indifference.”
Friendly man:
“So I plant more. I have faith in you.”
I am silent for a while.

Me:
“Did you send this latest job offer?”
Friendly man:
“No.”

Me:
“A job offer to work for a large church for more money in a month than I earn in two years right now… I was kind of hoping it was you. I could sponsor crusades and feeding schemes every week with that kind of income.”

Friendly man:
“Come Courier. Let me show you something.”

We are standing on the great wall of China.
It stretches into the distance on both sides of us. Large, strong, eternal.

Friendly man:
“Are you impressed by this feat Courier? The sheer scale of the manifestation of man’s determination is impressive is it not?”
Me:
“I cannot fathom the amount of work it took to do this!”
Friendly man:
“Impressive indeed. And the bones of slaves form the foundation. Ripped from their destinies to fulfil the will of another. Not all that is impressive is righteous.
You have been taught that success is power but only the gospel is power.”

Me:
“I don’t understand.”
Friendly man:
“I want you here. Not becoming a slave in somebody’s wall.”

I keep quiet.

Friendly man:
“I know that you want to do what you think is right, to serve someone who appears to have achieved success, to give your loyalty to someone with apparent power but integrity and loyalty at the expense of righteousness is not justifiable at all.
Being loyal to tyrants is an endorsement of tyranny.”

Me:
“One more month on this land Lord. I am at peace with whatever happens but so far I see less and less progress. Your messengers have instructed me to stop fund raising activities. I was under the impression that faith without works is dead.”

Friendly man:
“Others will do it. I have other work for you but I need you rested, healed and surrounded with the right people. I want you recording all that we show you. Leave the job offers, you are mine.”

I want to answer an affirmative but I suddenly wake up.