I don't exactly know where to put this, since there are two forums it belongs in, for two different reasons. But I am making this an addition to the
religious forums since it is a religion debate in and of itself.
Last night, I had a dream. Like many nights, it started in the normal way, so I will say it was just a dream – although what happened and what was
said in this dream, makes it pertinent to everyone who believes either Jesus, or a Messiah, will come back.
Let me begin by telling the dream.
I was with my brother, (who is dead but in my dream he wasn't dead anymore) and it was set at some future point in my life...yet I didn't feel much
older than I do now.
My brother and I were at the airport and we were late. True to the nature of my brother, he was busy telling me how being late was all my fault and
trying to make me feel guilty for it. On the other hand, myself, I was just trying to get us to the plane.
The airport was packed, there were HUGE lines just trying to get inside the airport, and more lines once you were inside to get through security and
to the plane you needed to be on. We were late. No way were we getting through all that mess of humanity to get to our plane on time.
I knew we needed to make that plane, it seemed like life itself depended on it. So I told my brother lets go around the lines, and try and make it
through security and make the plane before it leaves. So we picked up our luggage, we each had a suitcase and I my purse and a small carry on, and we
went to another entrance where we were able to get inside the airport while avoiding the line. We had to get upstairs to get to a proper terminal, so
I used the elevator thinking it would be faster than trying to walk it.
When we got in the elevator none of the buttons were working properly and we ended up on the wrong floor but I knew if we stayed in that elevator we
would never make it. Once we got off the elevator I was a bit lost, and knowing we were running out of time I found a security guard, he was an older
(around my age, perhaps 45– 50 years of age) pleasant looking black man.
I walked up to him and told him we were going to miss the plane, and could he help direct us to the proper terminal so we could try to still make it.
Well we found a wonder in him, because he just took me by the hand and said you just follow me – your one of my people and I wont let you down.
I assume by what he said it was more like he was eager to help another American or something, since our races are different, or it could be as someone
once told my husband, brothers from another mother..
But take us by the hand he did, and he guided us through all the mess and took us straight through security to the terminal we needed. He took our
luggage and made sure it got underneath the plane.. and we got loaded up, just in the nick of time!
Once we were on the plane and seated properly, that whole plane scene fell away, and I was simply sitting beside a woman, who was about my age. She
said “I have a story to tell you ,would you like to hear it?” “Sure” I said, then settled in to listen.
She told me, “This is the story of my people, and what happened back then. We were a people of great faith in God, and we believed everything that
had befallen us was prophesied to happen. It all seemed to be unfolding just the way it was foretold to us.”
“Our people fought bravely. It seemed that nothing could kill them, and that they would never tire. Some fought...:
And I saw pictures of what she was saying, pictures in my head of people on a field of battle, light so bright all around that people seemed to almost
glow, and many people I saw fighting, with a look of hope and joy in their eyes
“And many prayed” She said
And I saw pictures again, bathed in the same white light, on their faces praying to God.
“In the end we won” She said. “The people all expected Jesus to come back now, they all believed the second coming was now” She told me.
“But HE didn't return, like everyone had believed. In the end of it all, it was just another day. Granted, it was another day with hardship, in the
wake of battle. But there was no second coming as everyone expected”
And again I saw pictures, different this time, I saw the aftermath of war, people dejected, burying their dead, the signs of destruction seemingly
She told me “Our people lost faith then. They quit believing in God and the return of Jesus. But it must be so, this will happen to every people.
Every people will go through this same thing, and they, like us, will loose their faith in God.”
And I saw entire countries as faithless then, Iran, Israel no faith left in them. And I saw us as being next.
She then said. “This is why it is written, Jesus will come as a thief in the night. Because all the people's will go through this, and they will
loose faith. They will expect him to come, and when He doesn't show up when they expect, they will loose all faith in HIM.
But He WILL still come, just not in the time they expect him to. All these things must happen first. Tell the people all that I have said”
And that is when I woke up. So, whether it was a true dream, or just another dream, I do figure its very much a discussable topic, since everyone who
is waiting on Jesus, or the Messiah, thinks they know the interpretation of the prophecies.
Will all of us, loose our faith if it doesn't pan out the way we think it will?