Dream 171

I am upon the bridge that crosses over the land beneath Michael’s calf. The spot where I stand is right at the border of the property and a man in a suit stands across the border line from me. He is tall with the familiar look of the principality, bloodless face with sharp, bitter features.

Man in suit:
“Our last offer fell through. It was a sure thing, but somehow it fell through.
We have another buyer for this land but it does not matter, in one month your grace period with the current owner runs out. Either way, you will lose.
And know this Courier, we won’t stop hounding you until you are either dead or out of this nation.”

I don’t say anything. I turn away from him and look at the land from this different point of view. It is hard to believe that I have been praying on one piece of land for so many hours, every day for almost five months already. I take a deep breath and wait for the encounter to run its course.

Man in suit:
“Your enemies will gloat you know. They will gloat and call you crazy. They already call you a false prophet and a pipe dreamer. To build a vision of this size and that without support?
Yes Courier, we have seen that you have stopped asking for funds and have even removed your personal name from the blogs and social media around the dreams.

The Angels make it impossible for you, they actually do our work for us sometimes.”

He laughs at this and turns to survey the land beside me, still across the border line.

Man in suit:
“We will build a nice pub here. The Father wishes to cultivate uniters on this property, we will cultivate addicts and destroy homes.

You may as well start planning your exit. Less and less people are reading your dreams, nobody cares about Africa enough to fund this vision.
Africa is our Courier, there is nothing you can do about it, you are alone in your ambition.”

I don’t look at him, I just look out over the property and speak quietly, keeping my voice level while anger rages inside my chest.

Me:
“You are wrong. God will come through. His people will come through. The money for both the land and the facilities will appear miraculously. We will buy this place debt free and we will build a farm that feeds thousands. God will come through.”

Man in suit:
“Is that a positive confession? A faith statement? (Laughs).
You are delusional. He did not come through for you in the first three months and He will bot come through for you in these final three.
You will have spent six months living like a broke hermit for nothing and on the seventh you will rest in defeat, telling yourself and your friends that it was a test, a season of prayer, nothing more.
You were defeated the moment you took yourself off the road. If you do not present your vision to believers, how are they to know what you are doing?

The Angels really have tied your hands and handed you to us as a soft, beaten target.
Obedience is idiocy, you should have stayed on the road.”

Me:
“I would rather see a miracle without my might or power demon. If I am evicted, I am evicted. If I die, I die. I have no desire outside of obedience to God. My life of making things happen by the sheer force of my personality is over.
I will be where I am commanded and if I am crucified upside down on a cross as a martyr, so be it. Either way, God will turn it to good and the kingdom will advance. My life is not my own. This land is not my ambition, I have none. My hope is in the blueprint that God has for my life, not in vain ambitions for fame and glory.
This land is an assignment, nothing more.
Your attempts to dissuade me are futile. I died to your world when I moved here and every day I die to it a little more.
All that is not the kingdom is vanity. It is worthless, pointless, fruitless.

My job is to submit to God and simply resist you. I won’t fight you, I won’t argue.
My will is irrelevant. His will be done. His kingdom come.
If I live, I live for Him.”

Man in suit:
“You do realize that this vision has to be in favor with both God and man do you not?
As with David fetching the Ark, it had to be right with both God and man. A simple instruction from God is not enough. And here you are, isolated from people with money, helping people in poverty, a conduit with a dwindling source, no longer permitted to ask for support.
If ever we saw a recipe for disaster, you are it.”

Me:
“God is our source and He is more than enough!”

Man in suit:
“We shall see. The time of your humiliating fall from self righteousness draws nigh Courier. You will fail and it will be the end of you.”

Me:
“If there is enough of me left to end then let it be the end of me. I desire only to be a vessel of grace and mercy. All else is vanity. I gladly die for this glorious kingdom. What does it profit a man to gain the false riches of this world at the expense of his heart and his incredible assignment?
No demon, you cannot dissuade me, I am my beloved’s and He is mine. I am not my own, I belong completely to my master and if He sees it fit to use me then I am happy.
And if He sees it fit that I should be persecuted then so be it.

I need neither encouragement nor false faith. I desire only His will.”

There is silence. I turn to look at the principality but it is gone.

Uriel appears beside me.

Uriel:

“His kingdom is all son of obedience. To advance the kingdom with your very blood is the greatest of all honor for it is the greatest act of love. You have lain your ego upon His altar and died to your dreams. Know that the witnesses see these things and cheer you on as you run this race. If it is good with both God and man, this vision shall come to pass. If man rebels, you shall still receive rewards as if the vision had come to pass.
Your obedience is noted and your heart is known to all of us. Be at peace son of obedience, your faith has already inscribed this future upon your scroll and your rewards are many.
Continue with confidence and pray with fervor. But do not concern yourself with whether or not this vision shall come to pass. Simply continue as if the land is yours and the building is about to begin.”

Me:
“According to your timeline, the wall, prayer path and prayer hostel must be completed by the 25th of September 2017 and according to the owner of this property, it must be bought by the 25th of March 2017. We cannot build anything until we own this land.
My faith remains unshaken but my concern for the timeline is real.”

Uriel:
“Be the courier. Record what you see in these visions, unite the uniters and make the vision plain. This is your assignment. Others will fulfill theirs. Relax in the knowledge of your eternal reward son of obedience. The cares of this world are not your concern.
The kingdom is all.”

I wake up.