Last night was the most frightening, even though it is less...destructive.
I was in a large, beautiful temple, along with several of my friends, my paster, youth paster, and family members. We came up to this wall, covered in strange, yet beautiful writings. We know what was beyond that wall, and it excited us. We could easily walk through the wall, into the kingdom of God. I turned to a friend and said, "Isn't this wonderful?! It's finally here!" But even though I was right there, right at the gate to heaven, I felt a pull. A pull keeping me away. My small group wasn't going to enter through the gate just yet. We were going to wait for others to come and we would show them the way inside. But even thought more and more people came, I still felt distressed. I didn't see all my friends. Only one person was missing, my friend Jamie. Frantically, I called each of them, not wanting them to be left out. The only one I didn't get a hold of was Jamie and it felt like something was standing between us.
I thought about this dream all through church, and the more I thought, the more it frightened me. God is telling me that the end is near, and that I have to profess to everyone about Him and what He has done for me. I pray He can give me the strength to do it right. I don't want to leave anyone behind if I can pass through the wall.
 Black_Wolfs · Sun Jan 11, 2009 @ 10:18pm · 0 Comments |
