Power Over The Chill of Death
On 2-14-14 I
dreamt I was on a job as an electrician with my present work
supplier. There were 2 other electricians working on the job who were
really sloppy in their work and had cut holes in the wall were an
electrical plug box should go that were hacked and sloppy. I was
walking thru the house which had fancy lights and it turned into a
commercial display store which also had furniture they were selling.
I remember a very tall table and chairs and the hanging lights at
this table were almost hitting the head of the people who were
sitting in the chairs contemplating buying them.
Then another
electrician came in and fixed the sloppy work from the other
electricians and the place was finished of roughing in the wiring
accept for a few circuits. Then I went into a lower level of the
place and a former employer was there repairing some industrial
equipment. I accidentally hit some machinery equipment and the
machine turned on and began to move. I didn't know what to do to turn
it off and the machinery was coming towards me. I was afraid it would
crush me. Someone then turned it off.
Then I was
lead outside into the city streets. It was my old home of
Philadelphia. It was a very busy bussing center and there were a lot
of dark people. I was a bit frightful, being around a culture and
people I was not used to. I was attempting to sit down in a chair and
a dark man was there. I apologized for disturbing his seating and he
asked me for some spare change. I said “sure bro” and gave him
some change. I had a little change left and was concerned that I had
enough for the bus. I felt for my wallet and it was missing. I then
had fear and dread come over me. Then I felt for it again and it was
there and I breathed a sigh of relief.
Then I was
wondering how to get to my destination (or home) because I didn't
know where I was, but knew what question to ask for what place to go,
so I proceeded to look for a bus driver who would tell me what bus to
catch to get there. As I did this, I wondered thru the busing area a
bit before I could find a bus driver. When I saw one coming, it was a
dark lady driving the bus, but suddenly, the bus turned into a white
lady with blonde hair on a horse. The horse had fallen with the lady
on it and immediately, the horse and lady on it sprang up from the
fall, but then fell back to the ground again and as they fell back to
the ground again I could see the lady's leg broken all the way thru,
by the shin.
I then went
to her rescue to help her and she lay on some grass unable to walk
because of the broken leg. I immediately went to this girl who had
fallen off the horse and another gentleman had come to her as well
who was wearing army colored clothing. I began to pray to lay my
hands on her and pray healing for her leg. The girl was going into
shock and starting to shrivel to keep warm. The other guy there with
the army clothes had turned into death and I commanded death to leave
and with some fuss and rebuke, he left. I then woke up out of the
dream just out of that scene with rebuking death and then awake, was
consciously still rebuking death and a sudden wave of physical chills
had left me as I rebuked death. I could feel the chills in a wave
depart from my physical body, as though the chills had represented
death, as a God given, physically manifested sign of backing this
dream.
Interpretation
My being an
electrician on the job is being one who is installing of spiritual
light. The other workers who had come in, who's work was really
sloppy are other Christians who's spiritual work was unsatisfactory
to the Lord and they failed to pay attention to detail and where
spiritually as hacks. The electrical boxes they had cut into the
plywood walls with a saw zaw had big gaps where a cover plate could
not hide the gaps they had cut. The damage to the walls is a
testament to their damaging the witness of Jesus.
The house
that had turned into a commercial display is the church. She was once
a home for saints, but has now turned into a commercial institution
of selling furnishings. The furniture I saw was a very tall table and
chairs with the lights almost hitting their head. This is the church
furnishing height to heaven and getting people closer to the light of
God. The people contemplating buying the furnishings of the church
are the souls of people who are trying the church, but are just
commercial shoppers and not committed builders. So it is with many
Christians today.
The
electrician who came in and fixed the sloppy work of the other
electricians is a fellow worker in Christ, who got it right in the
gospel and corrected the mistakes made who also helped finish the
wiring. So too, in God's house (the church) are good faithful
workers, but also sloppy workers who cause damage to the souls of
others with their religious works. They are as hacks, insensitive and
not paying attention to detail.
Going into
the lower level of the building and seeing the industrial equipment
is that part of the church who's foundation is an industrial
institution and structured as such . A part of her has become a
commercialized institution with its structure made for its own works
and machinery. My accidentally turning on some industrial equipment
is my relationship to this part of the church. I don't know here
operations and machinery and am not relating to it because she is not
structured and building properly.
Being in the
bus station is about my destiny, calling and plans God has with me.
The bus station is the area of catching the right bus to our
destination. We are in darkness until we catch the right bus and know
where we are going. My attempt to sit down in a chair represents
resting at the bus station; God showing me, there is no time for that
and to be always on the move to seek out what that bus of destiny is.
The guy in the chair asking for spare change shows the spiritual
poverty of one who sits in such a chair of procrastination, when they
should be on their feet looking for that God destined bus of high
calling in Christ.
In the dream,
the dark people at the bus station were not moving much, but were
hanging out at the bus station. The people being dark, speaks of
their spiritual condition when entertaining the procrastination and
not praying and seeking God for how they are to serve him.
I had a bit
of fear, being in that place of searching and gave away some money to
the person in that chair of procrastination because of fear. Fear is
an emotion that many saints go thru in that dark place of not knowing
what their destiny or calling is, being in a strange place and in a
culture and a people who are not the same. My fear had caused me to
loose some bus money and to give away some of this exchange in
sponsorship of one who was in procrastination. We should never think
it is love to support one who is in the chair of procrastination, but
at the same time, we need to support those who have not yet found
their destination in Christ. With humility, we need to speak
correction, life, destiny and purpose to them, so they will get out
of that chair of procrastination and move onto finding the bus of
their high calling in Christ.
My feeling
for my wallet and it not being there is a fear of not having
provision to board the bus of destination. My feeling for it again
and it being there is a financial recovery for me personally, but
also a second effort we should all take to make sure the provision is
safe and secured for the destination. Never operate out of
presumption. When God gives the vision, he will bring the provision.
When seeking for the right bus, he will give it to us.
My not
knowing where I was is the state of many of us. We should never let
the present state keep us from seeking our future state. Even though
I didn't know where I was, I knew where I was to go and what question
to ask and that's what's most important to keep in focus. Proceeding
to look for a bus driver to ask these questions was the time that
sometimes goes by in seeking that calling or destiny out. Don't let
time stop you from continually seeking, asking and knocking. The
answer will come.
My seeing a
bus driver and then it turning into a lady on a horse who had a fall
is of the future still to come. For others, it may be something
they've already gone thru, but this is speaking to me personally of
my future calling. I believe that lady with the blonde hair on the
horse is California who will experience events that are going to
break her leg and send her into shock. I'm speaking the California
tsunami, then mega quake that will throw her off the horse, break her
leg and send her into shock. The horse's attempt to get back up from
the fall then fall again will be California's fate. This is the bus
of destiny I'm dealing with personally, to minister to the people
(the woman) of California who are going to face brokenness and shock
from what's to come.
The guy who
had army colored clothing is the military who will come to help
California's many wounded and displaced people, and a short time of
ministry will take place, to heal those broken, but soon after these
events, death will come to this land and to much of our armed forces.
As Christians we have power over death. This was represented by me
rebuking death and it fleeing.
In several of
these dreams, God has backed them with physically manifested signs
and getting chills leaving me in a sudden wave of rebuking death is
he backing this dream with a physically manifested sign.
Father
Yah
I
rejoice that in Christ alone, our names are written in the Lamb's
book of life and that we have power over death. Thank you for this
dream as a reminder that we should never sit in the seat of
procrastination when it comes to our destiny and calling in life, but
to seek it out to get there with all our hearts.
Father,
those who are hacks inside your church, I pray they would learn
humility and to correctly represent you in the work of the gospel. I
pray everyone who comes here to read would do some serious spiritual
inventory and you would reveal to them personally what needs to
change. Give them true wisdom from above. Turn your church from
commercialism to community. Turn her from the industry of her own
works to what you have called her to be, a true home for the saints
and not a place of funishings and machinery that a part of her has
become.
Father,
help us in our personal calling, to catch the right bus, to ask the
right questions, to seek out the bus and not be satisfied until we
find that calling and spiritual work to which you have called us to.
Let us never entertain the chair of procrastination, but to be
diligent in all things and in all detail of not our work, but your
work in us. Amen