Dream 173

I stand in front of a very wide, raging river that is peppered with debris along its banks. The flood has brought down a lot of junk and all across the river itself, long grass and reeds bend themselves around stubborn trees.
The friendly man stands beside me, rests His hand upon my shoulder and speaks.
Friendly man:
“Behold son of sorrow, waters that appeared pure and clean are now muddied and dirty. For all that hid below the surface is now brought to the light.
The time comes now when I shall send a flood and many who have been community pillars shall be exposed and removed to make way for the righteous.
My body has turned a deaf ear to my commands to go to the poor and so I shall send a flood of my Spirit to wash the earth once again. I have sent provision and they have turned it into luxurious opulence.
I have sent missionaries and prophets to share my heart but still they have been rejected and persecuted. They pass judgement upon government corruption when they themselves are just as corrupt.
Widows go hungry and poverty continues while my servants live in luxury. I am grieved as you should all be grieved.
If you love me you will do as I command, but they call me ‘Lord’ and do what suits their ambition. Truthfully I tell you this: Those who live in lack among you are me, and I am them. To ignore them is to ignore me. I have not sent my Spirit so that you may do parlor tricks and increase your social standing.
Yet you are as Pharisees, showing off your physiques, wearing expensive suits, setting for yourselves places of honor while the poor look on in awe.
You have turned yourselves into idols and I do not recognize you. Did I not command you not to build storehouses? Did I not command you to leave these titles? Yet here you are, obsessed with social power while billions live in abject poverty.
Go to the poor. Go to them. Go where I send you!
But no. You will bend the ear of the wealthy and pander to them for the sake of wealth. And you will call my rebuke divisive and reject my messengers.
You are as the rich man who went away saddened after I told him to sell his possessions and five it to the poor.
You will not go to the poor because you are not good and you are not faithful. You are wicked and you are lazy and I do not recognize you. Repent now, turn from your wicked ways and go to the poor.”
Me:
“Lord, are we all to go the poor? Is the Gospel not for everyone?”
Friendly man:
“The rich will follow you if you go to the poor. They will see my love in you. But they will also follow your lies. Go to the poor as I command, all of you! Make sure that there is no lack, make sure that every child is well taken care of. The rich will follow you and their hearts will be softened to serve me in spirit and in truth. But you have them serving you. You have them serving your ambition.
When I return, I shall come with the Gatherer angels and they shall separate sheep from goats, wheat from chaff and those who ignore the poor will be as goats and chaff.
Do you think me blind or easily fooled? I see the heart and I judge the fruit. Billions among you live in lack. Go to them! If you love me you will take care of my sheep.”
I wake up.