As I shared in my last post, I’ve been having some fascinating dreams over the past couple weeks. I’ve decided to write them down, to document them and to encourage fellow believers.
About a week ago, I had a dream. In it, many Christians (pastors and others) were standing on the front lawn of a worn-down house. Out of the house lumbered a huge man—a giant, really. He was costumed in a bizarre outfit to make his size even more impressive. Out of his head, neck, and shoulders were branches (like a large bush/tree) shooting upward and outward.
The man-tree began to shout to the believers and to taunt them. In the middle of his shouts, he suddenly collapsed and fell to the ground. When he did, pieces of his costume fell away, revealing a small, frail, bald man underneath.
The believers quickly went to work, tending to this man’s needs. The took him to the hospital and cared for him and ministered to him, reviving him to health. The dream shifted and I was in a public area. A group of little children walked out, all dressed alike, like a choir. They began to sing a song of praise in the public square, so grateful to those older ones who had taken down the giant on their behalf.
I asked the Lord (because I knew, even in my sleepy state that the dream had some sort of spiritual takeaway): “Who is that man?” And I heard the words, “the mainstream media.”
To say I was shocked was an understatement. To me, most of the agenda-driven media outlets seem beyond redeemable. But I watched (in vivid Technicolor) the MSM giant tumble in the very middle of its taunts toward the church in front of it. I don’t know when. But I do know how. Prayer will change, well, anything. And everything.
