Last night I had a dream, and I would like to share that dream with you. I’m not going to lie to you. It was disturbing beyond belief, but I believe God was speaking to me in the dream and so I am going to share it – but be forewarned; it’s unsettling.
I don’t recall all the details of the dream, but what I do remember is that it seemed to take place in an apocalyptic world. I was arrested for being a Christian and taken to a place where other Christians were being held. I recall that there were some deranged people going around killing Christians (and Jews) as they saw fit. Those of us who survived were all taken to a sort of concert hall, but there was no musical performance going on. People were being chosen at random and taken to the stage, where unimaginable horrors were done to them for the delight of the “audience,” and then they were finished off and disposed of in order to bring the next victim onto the stage. I’ll spare you the details of what was done to these Believers, but suffice it to say that it was not pretty. I can still hear the screams of the victims, and it seemed far too real even though it was only a dream.
There were guards assigned to small groups of us, and it was their job to see that none of us escaped this bloody “show.” The guard over our particular group did not seem to be enjoying the spectacle and he kept his back turned to the entire thing, but he still performed his duty to make sure we did not get away. I tried speaking with him in the hopes of reasoning with him during an intermission of sorts. He seemed as thought he may have been a likable person outside of those circumstances, and he didn’t enjoy what was happening one bit; however, even though he knew it was wrong, he continued to do his job so he wouldn’t be placed among those of us awaiting slaughter. I remember crying out to God in the dream, begging him to intervene and strike them all with something – blindness maybe – so we could all escape to safety.
I suddenly awoke from the dream at this point, very near tears thinking about what I had just “witnessed.” I immediately began to pray, but found I didn’t know what or how to pray after that dream. I suppose I could have asked the Lord to spare me, my family and my friends from ever having to experience such horrors, but then I realized that there are Christians all over the world experiencing things like this and more at the hands of the Enemy. Then I thought of Jesus himself, and the torture he suffered before and during his crucifixion. How could I pray to be saved from things like that which my Savior was subject to in order to secure my place in heaven?
Then I began to think about the “guard” in my dream. He was opposed to what was going on and didn’t want to look at it or even think about it, and yet he continued to play a role in it. He is like so many lukewarm Christians; he recognized the sin, and yet he turned a blind eye to it and refused to take a stand for fear of what would happen to him. How like him we can be! We see what’s wrong all around us, and yet we do not speak out against it. Are we not just as guilty as those committing the sin? Ephesians 5:11 tells us to “have no fellowship with the unfruitful works of darkness, but rather expose them.”
These are dark times we’re in, and they’re only going to get darker. My prayer is that we remain steadfast and true to the Lord’s commands. For many of us, true persecution seems so foreign because we have never lived it; however, so many Christians around the world ARE being persecuted and this is daily life for them. Whether we choose to think about it or not, this reality is making its way toward us. As the End Times draw nearer, things are going to get ugly. We need to stay strong in the Lord and seek strength from him. Let us continue to pray for those Christians who are bing persecuted, and do all we can to spread the message of salvation so that we can save as many souls as we can during our short stay on this earth. Let us not become so caught up in the mundane day-to-day tasks that we forget what it is truly important. May we never lose sight of our purpose for being here. Let us always keep our eyes upward and focused on Jesus.