We came to this very large old “opera house” that seemed to be close to the water. We walked up to the large double doors. We could not get them open. But we all felt we were to be inside. We walked around the building and checked the other doors. And then I looked up. There was an open window. I was convinced we were to be here and inside. So, I found a ladder and climbed up to the window. As I walked through the very old building I thought to myself “there is a discovery here”. I went downstairs and opened the doors.
Upon awaking I heard a name I had not heard in a while. But I knew it was not the name of a place but had a deeper meaning.I prayed about the dream and about the name.
You and I will always have access to the Lord. This dream was not about having access to the Father, but I do believe it is about growing up. I have children. My greatest hope and prayer is for their success. On all levels. Spiritually, emotionally, physically and financially. And when I write it is for the same purpose. It is for love of the Father and for His Kingdom to come.
Our access to the Father is always open. Our access to maturity is not the same route. We all want to “grow up” but the pathway is not always going to be an open door. For me the opera house spoke of coming to the place of maturity. An opera combines text and music. In reality it incorporates so much of the gifts and especially the creative giftings.
Maturity in the Kingdom is actually a culmination (Not a stopping point but a place of change.) of the creativity of God coming to fullness. There is a place in the natural where a man or a woman have become exactly that…grown up. In this grown up stage they are not stopping their learning but their achievement is there. God welcomed Christ as He broke from the Jordan with “You are My beloved Son, in You I am well-pleased.” Had He arrived? Not in the negative sense of arrival, but He had come on the scene. All that God had planned for was coming to pass.
For a child, life is easy in the sense that Mom and Dad make meals, keep house and do pretty much everything. But as time goes on the child receives instruction in growth and being a mature being in the world. Access to “things” has a requirement. It is simply part of the process of maturity and growth.
Too many in life have come to closed doors and stopped moving. They have adopted an “oh well attitude”. I believe the Lord is saying in this hour “do not give up”. You are close. There is an answer. How many have stepped up to the “door” of something and said, “I can not go on.” Each day their mature stance is but an opening away.
It is time for the people of God to say no to the immature (Not childlike faith-do not confuse here.)things in life and figure out the way in.(Not to the Kingdom, but to destiny, to opportunity.)Perseverance, that “don’t give up” thinking.
My friends and I watched a beautiful opera in the dream.
It employed all the parts of God’s Kingdom and His creativity. The body of Christ is like that. There is place where all come to the unity of the faith. A place where all of creativity cries out for the mature Sons of God.
It will never be accomplished by manipulation or brow beating, but through love and grace. I have chosen a few “ornery” believers to pray for. To reach out to. To allow grace and kindness to be expressed. Their maturity and understanding are important to the “opera of God”. Even as I thought about the “opera house” I knew it was about His Kingdom here on earth as it is in heaven.
“Critics who treat ‘adult’ as a term of approval, instead of as a merely descriptive term, cannot be adult themselves. To be concerned about being grown up, to admire the grown up because it is grown up, to blush at the suspicion of being childish; these things are the marks of childhood and adolescence. And in childhood and adolescence they are, in moderation, healthy symptoms. Young things ought to want to grow. But to carry on into middle life or even into early manhood this concern about being adult is a mark of really arrested development. When I was ten, I read fairy tales in secret and would have been ashamed if I had been found doing so. Now that I am fifty I read them openly. When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up.”-C. S. Lewis