MY DREAM

A few nights ago I had an interesting dream. I’ve been praying against the the devil influencing my dreams, against oppressive dreams. I’ve been asking the Lord to give me Holy Ghost dreams, meaning Godly dreams. I prayed… Lord, let me be preaching, witnessing, singing and praising you in my dreams.

Well the other night I dreamt that that I was sharing the Gospel with some people. I told them that the Bible was like no other book in the world. I told them that when my father was dying the Lord told me… if he knows me (the Lord) he will be with me in heaven, and the same would be true for them if they knew the Lord. They looked totally bored and uninterested. I said… I’ll give you a Bible, but only a young girl, responded.

I went home and got two Bibles (different sizes) from my bookcase to give her. When I got back home the bookcase and the rest of the Bibles were gone! “They” found out what I did. There were people in the room, and one woman took me aside confidentially. We crouched on floor near a wall as if we were cleaning something because we didn’t want the others to hear. She told me how “they” came and took the Bibles and the bookcase away. She said do you know who was the most adamant in wanting those Bibles gone. It was your brother! I said… I recently spent the day with him. He hasn’t talked to me in years. He was so very nice.

She warned me that “they” may kill me. Then I very calmly looked at her and said… I hope you are truly trustworthy. If you are not, God will deal with you. That’s how it ended.

I really do have different size Bibles in my bookcase to give away. The part about my father is true. And I have been estranged from my brother for many years. He was very much against the Gospel when he heard it from us back in 1988. The interesting thing is that as a younger man he attended a Christian church for a season. I was still Roman Catholic at the time and told him to be careful that he wasn’t joining a cult! Meanwhile I was in the biggest cult in the world! He even sat at my dining room table one day and told me he thought he was born again before me. Then other things caught his interest. 💔 I still pray for him.

Acts 1:8 But ye shall receive power, after that the Holy Ghost is come upon you: and ye shall be witnesses unto me both in Jerusalem, and in all Judaea, and in Samaria, and unto the uttermost part of the earth.

2 Timothy 4:2 Preach the word; be instant in season, out of season; reprove, rebuke, exhort with all longsuffering and doctrine.

Matthew 7:13 Enter ye in at the strait gate: for wide is the gate, and broad is the way, that leadeth to destruction, and many there be which go in thereat:

Matthew 7:14 Because strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it.

Matthew 10:36 And a man’s foes shall be they of his own household.

Psalm 55:21 The words of his mouth were smoother than butter, but war was in his heart: his words were softer than oil, yet were they drawn swords.

Matthew 10:28 And fear not them which kill the body, but are not able to kill the soul: but rather fear him which is able to destroy both soul and body in hell.

2 Timothy 3:12 Yea, and all that will live godly in Christ Jesus shall suffer persecution.

MY DREAM…

The following testimony was originally posted in 2007. I have done some minor editing and changed the title.

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One day, as I left my house to go shopping, I noticed one of my elderly neighbors sitting on his stoop. My husband and I had distributed gospel literature in our neighborhood, but had not yet witnessed to this neighbor. As I came out of my house and saw my neighbor, I had a strong prompting to share the Gospel with him. Instead of obeying the Holy Spirit‘s prompting, I said a quick hello and went on my way. I don’t know why I did that. I may have been feeling shy, or maybe a bit intimidated, I’m not sure. This neighbor was someone who we would often greet in passing, but we really didn’t know him very well. He wasn’t too friendly either, but I felt compassion for him and had been praying for his salvation.

A short time after that happened, I had a dream …

I dreamt that this same neighbor was in the hospital. I knew that I hadn’t shared the Gospel with him, and that I needed to go to the hospital and do that. There was an urgency, as if this would be the last opportunity to do so. Also, in the dream, he was looking at our Gospel tracts with a happy and approving expression on his face. That’s pretty much how the dream went.

When I woke up, I wondered a moment about this strange dream. But it was the day of my sister-in-law’s wedding day so I was busy, and before long I completely forgot about the dream. Later in the day my husband went to get his brother at the bus station. His brother lived out of town and had come in for the wedding. As they came into the house my husband said he just learned that one of our neighbors was seriously ill and in the hospital. The neighbor had cancer, and was having emergency surgery that very day. It was the same neighbor that I had dreamt about the night before!

I wanted to drop everything and run to the hospital to witness and pray for this man. I thought to myself, how am I going to do that. I told my husband about the dream, and he responded by saying that we needed to go to the hospital right away! I was so relieved. A Christian friend was visiting that day, so before we left we all prayed together. We asked the Lord to give us time alone with our neighbor so that we could share the gospel with him without hindrance.

When we got to the hospital we couldn’t locate the room he was in. This was because the transition from the recovery room to his hospital room was very recent. We waited, and when we finally found ourselves in his room he was sound asleep. We saw someone’s coat and book in the room, probably the belongings of his wife who had gone out for a moment. So there we were, in the room with our neighbor who had just come out of surgery. He was sound asleep. My husband and I looked at each other and started to wonder if we should even be there. We wondered if he would be angry if he woke up and saw us there. We didn’t think we should wake him up, we didn’t know what to do. Just then a cheery nurse walked into the room and said to her patient, “wake up, you have company.” Our neighbor woke up and looked at us. Then he said “God sent you here.” We were shocked! We thought so, and we were sure glad he thought so too!

While we were there, for that short visit, we shared the Gospel with him. We told him he needed to be born again. He told us something about “St. Lucy” helping him. We told him that “St. Lucy” couldn’t help him, only Jesus could, and that he needed to trust only Jesus, no one else. He was willing to pray with us, so we prayed with him. He cried and thanked us for coming. He was very grateful. We went back home rejoicing and got ready for the wedding.

Our neighbor, Mr. D., went home to recuperate, but we never had the opportunity to see him again after that hospital visit. A few months later he died from his illness.

Not every dream is from the Lord, probably most aren’t. I do believe this dream was of God. (It came to pass, and it did not in any way contradict the Bible, Deuteronomy chapters 13 & 18). Our neighbor heard the Gospel, and he was happy to hear it. When we shared the Gospel with him he did not resist, he listened and prayed with tears. This is just one of many a death bed ministry that the Lord has called us to, and it is always a blessing and a wonder to be used by the Lord in such a way.

Are you ready to die?