Last night in a dream, I found myself in a crime family’s secret lairs. I found myself accepted as one of them because the person they thought I was had disappeared. I had been brought in because they “thought” I was one of them. One of their “architects” of finance and direction. Ironically, there was nothing illegal, but change had come. A high level meeting that caused some “hurt feelings.” I was escorted from that room. Later on I was in a back room and they came out and said “you have not left?” What I realized was they had elevated me to a very high position. The reason I was in danger was because I had been “promoted” over many others. I could not leave now they said. I had to be protected. As they made me all kinds of unusual and weird food, I found myself living a life that A) I was unaccustomed to and B) the tinge of danger was there. Would I be caught? What was I to do? I knew who I was and what God wanted for me. As I ate the final meal before being removed to a remote castle, a safe place, I awoke.
OK Lord, that was pretty interesting I thought. And then He began to share with me. Frequently God will allow us to be in the darkest of places for His purposes. “Now the law came in to increase the trespass, but where sin increased, grace abounded all the more,” It is not about “radiant” light necessarily showing up, but Him being expressed through us. In the dream, as I was given this position of honor, God reminded me of Joseph and His castle “exploits” and all that was bestowed upon him.
Wre put a lot of emphasis on Him and His leading, but sometimes we just end up in the “right” place, though sometimes weird place, that we are at. I remember one time a friend of ours ended up ministering to a shock jock of international fame. He wept before her as she unraveled his childhood with prophetic words, while she thought “how weird is this.” The result was that this man became a benefactor of funds to many ministries. He is still on the airwaves and one would question his faith or existence of it. I wonder myself. But God is certainly bigger than my greatest “wonders.” How did she get there? Hmmm….
Interesting that we often hear about 6 degrees of separation. (The theory of six degrees of separation contends that, because we are all linked by chains of acquaintance, you are just six introductions away from any other person on the planet. “Proved” by Microsoft to be true after investigating 30 billion emails.) And we profess an amazing and awesome God who can do anything. So, why do we think we can not reach a President Obama or Kim Il Sung?
Where are the Joseph’s? The Esther’s? What will be your answer in your Gideon moment? Would you be like my friend and risk your job for a moment with the “rich and famous” and share the counsel of God?
As they brought me steak tartare, I thought this is pretty awesome. (A supposed dish of Attila the Hun.) We ate. I had awakened to the taste of raw egg in my mouth. I got up and went to wash my mouth out. I still saw the faces of the men. Of their desire to see me protected.
It is time for the prophets of our day to go somewhere. To do something. To believe bigger than we have ever considered. It is not enough to be in a meeting and prophesy over folks. It is time to reach out and “touch” someone. Not enough to rely on God to show up in an imam’s room or tent.
(When I first came to the Lord I would speak with men who had moved about behind the iron curtain, or brought bibles and babies across country lines within full view of guards and security. Stories of angels showing up and hiding and hindering. I personally need to repent for letting some of those things go, growing comfortable in my Christianity and the way life is. I knew men who had been “sentenced” to death who saw bullets fall to the ground and “demonically directed” animals drop in death at their feet. Friends who lived and live in foreign countries who describe the most “out of this world” experiences. Something happened this weekend. I am not content. I can not go back. When I was on the “other side” I witnessed amazing things. Christianity as a boring thing when presented to me, escaped me for many years. It was only when God showed up in a little grocery store in a little town in a little state, that I “knew.” Frankly.,,..I need that back.
On some levels I probably allowed myself to be “churchasized” when I should have just walked in what I do best. I am not talking about a return to an old covenant mindset or John the Baptist way of thinking. I AM talking about the supernatural flowing of creative miracles and supernatural healing.)