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24HourForums.com > The Top 10 Supported Forums > The Christian's Straight and Narrow Path > Dreams, Visions...Prophesy |
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Maybe you would like to share a dream or vision? Maybe you have been waiting for an interpretation? God has shown us in the bible that He often uses many different ways to speak to us. His word (the bible), dreams, visions, others, creation itself... "For God may speak in one way, or in another, Yet man does not perceive it. In a dream, in a vision of the night, When deep sleep falls upon men, While slumbering on their beds, Then He opens the ears of men, And seals their instruction." Job 33:14-16 "And it shall come to pass in the last days, saith God, I will pour out of my Spirit upon all flesh: and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, and your young men shall see visions, and your old men shall dream dreams: And on my servants and on my handmaidens I will pour out in those days of my Spirit; and they shall prophesy: And I will shew wonders in heaven above, and signs in the earth beneath; blood, and fire, and vapour of smoke..." Acts 2:17-19
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For the past two weeks, we have had a meadowlark visiting on our property. His song is wonderful! I have been thinking on: Worship, singing, birds, and Christian songs for some time now. Keep in mind, I am not in a worship ministry nor musically inclined in any way. I have been praying with the pastor and a deacon together with our wives for God's direction and vision for our body if we are to be used in a unique way corporately. We are very patient for His direction. A deacon's wife has been lately focused on 1 Chronicles 28:9-10. Thanks
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I have a recurring dream. A best friend of my youth, Kenny, an exuberant and wild Hawaiian kid had a hard life. He and I lived mostly parallel lives, but whenever we intersected (our families were best friends, although separated by distance) you can bet craziness and adventure followed. He was a man to whom limits had no meaning. (Neither did the word "moderation") but that's why I loved him. I can remember such things as passing a semi on the shoulder of a busy highway at 70+ in his TransAm. Waltzing through the gates of a CU football game and leading the security guards on a merry chase all around the stadium. Cliff diving in a mountain lake without checking for rocks...things like that. No matter what I did, when I hooked up with Kenny again, it was like long lost brothers being reunited. It was no surprise to me that when I learned to fly in the Air Force, I found out that Kenny had gotten his pilot's license as well and had become a crop duster. He and I married and had families, and drifted apart, but then we only saw each for small, brightly-lit periods anyway. One summer, my mother called to tell me that he had died. When I asked her how it happened, she told me that he had committed suicide. To this day, I have serious trouble understanding how someone who loved life so fiercely could have taken his own life. Worse yet, as a Christian, I believe that those who give away God's greatest gift go to Hell. I found out that he had been in a divorce and had lost custody of his daughters. (Most likely his volatile nature was partly to blame for this, but I never really found out why.) Apparently, distraught, he had barricaded himself in his home and had threatened the police officers that had been dispatched to check the problem. Now I knew that Kenny would never have shot a cop. Actually, I don't remember him ever hurting a living thing in his life, but of course, the police didn't know that. So they decided to wait him out. They closed the street, the cut off the phone and power. He sat alone in that dark house for 18 hours. I think if they had tried to talk to him, he might have easily been talked out, but they never tried. Eventually, he put the gun to his chest and pulled the trigger, shooting himself through the heart. (He was thinking of others to the very end, not wanting to shoot himself in the head for his mother's sake at the funeral. I know him well enough to deduce that.) Now for the dream...In the dream, I am transported to the outside of an old, stone and victorian-style house on the west side of a steep street. The house is about midway up the street and has a large porch on the front. In the dream, I walk past the police line arond the house. They shout at me, but do not stop me. I walk up to the front door and shot out, "Hey Kenny! It's me, Jon! Don't shoot me man! I'm coming in." As I walk into the house, all the curtains are drawn. I search through the rooms until I reach a back bedroom. There is Kenny, a lost look on his face and gun in his hand, he is sitting on the floor leaning against a wall. I approach him carefully, speaking softly. "Hey Kenny, what's up man? It's me, Jon. Take it easy, bro." He smiles a wan smile and looks up with sad eyes, "Hey dude. I never thought I'd see you here. Its all over, man. Everything. I lost my family." I try to think of something positive to say. "Hey, take is easy, man, its gonna be OK. You haven't shot anyone yet, all they got you for is some misdemeanor crap. We'll walk out of here and I'll get you a good lawyer, We'll get your visitation rights back, don't worry. We can fix this up, just don't do anything crazy, OK?" He looks at me and I think I see a tear in his eye, but he doesn't say anything. Still trying to stall, I say, "Hey as long as we're in here and the cops are out there, let's at least get them to buy us some pizza and cokes, what do you say?" He laughs and for a second I can see the old Kenny surface. "Sure man." I yell out the window that I'm talking to him and that we need food. The police bring pizza and I pick it up at the door telling them, "Just give me a little more time, he's about ready to come out." We eat the pizza, and laugh a bit about old times and past adventures. Especially the time that I came to town unexpectedly, found him at a pizza parlor. Whereupon he invited myself and my friend to join him for a feast at his expense, only to have him tell us after we had eaten a huge pizza, "Anyone got any money?" (After seeing our expression and knowing that we were all broke, he jumped up and ran out of the building, precipitating a wild chase by the pizza parlor staff.) After we finished our pizza, I tellhim that we need to go now and that the police won't wait forever. He looks at me quizzically and tells me, "Yes. yes they will Jon. They will wait forever...and so will I. This is Hell, Jon. I can't go with you." I stand speechless for a moment, then I reach to grab him and drag him with me as a feeling of dread washes over me. Then, in a flash. I am outside again. The dream is mostly always the same. It never changes. I have had it so many times that I could describe the pattern of the fabric on the kitchen chairs or the bedspread. I sometimes try to sneak in the back door, so I know that backyard too. I guess the strangest thing is the horrifying feeling that, if I was to go to the actual house, I'd find that it matched my dream exactly. But I have no idea why, other than the fact that I really loved Kenny and his zest for life, why I keep seeing him in his final moments. is Kenny truly in Hell? Is Hell different for each one of us? Do you make Hell by your actions in life? Do suicides go to Hell? I don't know. But I do know that my poor, dear friend Kenny is in Hell. I just feel it in my heart. Last edited on 04:30 pm by Saint A^2 + B^2 = C^2 |
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Saint, Your continuing dream about Kenny seems SO detailed. It's consistant. Vivid and emotional. I will read it several more times. It may have something for me or others who read it also. Thank You
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