*Some dreams posted here will be shorter than others as I dream/vision direct, private messages for people from all around the world and cannot share everything here.
I share as I am permitted.
Bless you.*
Dream 178
I wake up to the sound of thousands of people crying.
I walk outside the Caravan to pinpoint the source of this pain and am surprised to see Gatherer standing in my tent. He is so tall that the center pole barely holds the canvas above his head.
Gatherer:
“All of creation waits eagerly for the sons of God to reveal themselves.”
The wailing voices now become a roar of millions crying out.
Gatherer:
“Those voices cry out for rescue, for salvation, for help son of sorrow.
They are hungry, thirsty, tired, absent hope, and absent faith. The sons of God hold the answer to every problem but the vast majority of you hide fearfully behind walls of selfishness, avoiding places where need is the greatest.
Your comfort zones and financial burdens have become idols to you, as have material possessions.
Put the poor first. Stand with conviction and speak with the full authority of God son of sorrow. To turn your back on three million people living in poverty is insanity.
You are born of grace, washed in grace, and surrounded by the grace of God. Yet you show none. Mammon has made you merciless and without conscience.
Billions son of sorrow. Billions live a life of torment because the sons of God are afraid to reveal themselves.”
Me:
“How do the sons of God reveal themselves?”
Gatherer:
“A tree is known by its fruit and a man is known by his acts. Good works, love, and obedience to God. Do not deal with each other as corporations deal with employees. Deal with each other as loving brothers and reveal the love of God for the world to the world. Go to the poor, preach the good news. Go to the prisoners. Go to the blind and the sick. Go to them.
Why do you wait for them to come to you?
Go to them and reveal yourselves as the sons of God!”
I wake up.