Not So Funny Dream


Last night was another crazy dream night. I have crazy dreams all the time… but usually they don’t hang with me after I wake up… but this one has.

I dreamed I was at a funeral. It was the funeral of a beautiful woman of God that has gone on to be with the LORD. I was there and the room was full. For some reason instead of her being in the casket, laying down, they decided to stand her like a mummy… to present her before the crowd.

The adults were all sitting quietly in their chairs and then over to the side were all the children and they were all wearing their Awana gear. Possibly they were there to sing. I am not sure.

The next thing I know, this woman who was dead is now alive, and she is speaking to us all sitting there. Now this woman, before her death, was known and respected as a wonderful godly woman.

She begins to speak and all ears are open, people grab notebooks and pens, and some even come and sit at her feet. Everyone waiting to hear just one more drop of wisdom and direction fall from her lips. Everyone had missed her so. Now here she is speaking to us once again.

I sit in awe… wondering if this is true.

Then she speaks.

At first it sounds like her. It sounds like her soft loving voice. I begin to listen and wonder if this is of God. Has He a message for us from her? Something just doesn’t feel right. Scripture is going around and around in my head as I try to Biblically okay what is going on at this moment.  I look around and see everyone so entranced and I feel utterly alone as I doubt this moment I am in. I listen for truth. I am watching and trying not to distract from whatever purpose this woman has…

Then something changes… the soft voice becomes harsh. She begins making demands and commands and expectations… everyone around me claps and does whatever she says.

My heart begins to pound and then I remember the children and I look over to them… watching this. All the adults around me are smiling, and clapping, and saying their amens.

Then this woman who in her life was a beautiful godly woman, who went to be with the LORD in her death, begins to speak venomous lies that are meant to infect hearts with ugly propaganda and hate and I recognize it as such. But I am alone… no one else seems to see. They all seem to heartily agree with whatever she speaks.

I look and the children… they are not clapping.

I stand and I look this woman in the eye and I know that it is not the woman I knew. The woman I knew is with her LORD. This is a thing of Satan in the shell of an image of my God.

I stand, yet no one notices but the thing in the shell.

I stand and l desire to rebuke but no words will come, but the children see me stand.

They stand with me.

They stand and they follow me out of the room… the thing in the shell keeps speaking venom and the adults in the room keep clapping… keep taking notes… they are hanging on the things every word, but I grab the children and I slowly walk out the room looking to see if anyone even notices… looking to see if anyone will follow.

They don’t.

I get the children to the safety of another room behind locked doors and my heart is pounding in my chest and in my ears…

Then I wake up.

As much as I would like to say this is only a dream… I know that it is not. Everyday the living dead speak lies and everyday the adults around them hang on their every word and applaud them because they choose to worship this shell instead of  Truth.

God has called me to rescue His children. He has called His church to rescue His children. To lead them out of the presence of the lies of the living dead into His room of safety.

I believe a day is coming that the LORD will no longer allow the rebuke. The deluding influence is coming… speaking lies and many will believe and cheer and applaud and be mesmerized. The lies will come from someone they first grew to love and respect… they will be sucked in… if they do not follow the truth.

Then that lawless one will be revealed whom the Lord will slay with the breath of His mouth and bring to an end by the appearance of His coming; that is, the one whose coming is in accord with the activity of Satan, with all power and signs and false wonders, and with all the deception of wickedness for those who perish, because they did not receive the love of the truth so as to be saved. For this reason God will send upon them a deluding influence so that they will believe what is false, in order that they all may be judged who did not believe the truth, but took pleasure in wickedness.

2 Thessalonians 2:8-12  

The children of this day are watching… they are searching for who and what is real and right and true. If you were to stand without saying a word… would the children in the room know it was safe to follow you?

I pray that as God works in and through me that the children of this day, not just my own, but all those that God allows in my path, will know that it is safe to follow me. That they will know that I have always spoken truth to them before and I need not have to convince them that God’s way is true in fancy flowing words… but my actions had proven me and proven my God to them.