No this is not a political statement. Nor is it a word of destruction. I am not talking about the recent shooting in the church or any other shooting or death.
This morning at about 3 I was awakened from a dream. (Not only awakened, but spent the rest of the morning, mulling over it.)
I was in a large mansion. Large rooms with high ceilings, art on the walls, Persian rugs, lots of glass and beautiful furniture. I was walking from room to room. I was not an employee, but somehow I was part of this financial house. I had determined upon waking, that this mansion was an entity that worked with great wealth. Some rooms would have individuals working there at large, beautiful wooden tables. When I entered, they would stand and greet me. Friendly, cordial, as if they had all the time in the world. But as I would leave a room and enter a great hall, I would see them sit and return to their work.
As I walked down halls of stone and glass, there were beautiful paintings, statues and armor displayed. I walked around for days in the dream. Sumptuous meals were prepared. Waitstaff greeted me at every turn.
Throughout my journey, I saw the great portfolios of wealth that were being taken care of. Large books of car companies. (Car companies, I thought?) Shipping lines, airlines. All modes of transportation.
I would pick up the newspaper and watch the news of the day. In the dream I saw the connection between what this house of wealth was doing and the news of the day.
I awoke. I thought. I pondered. Some of it was good. Some of it not so good. I could not get back to sleep.
My full disclaimer, is I have had a rough week. Lots of things have not turned out as I thought would or should. Part of my morning was in thinking, “what is next”. I have been doing a lot of what folks call “soul searching” The Charleston deaths are tragic. Lives are changed forever. It is not a black-white thing. It is a people thing. The inflammation caused by the media, political agendas and blanket stupidity and misunderstanding has been rough on my thought process.
I had my one liner as the result of the dream. People, places and purpose. More on that in a bit, but if you want the short version…
- Control-I realized what I have always known. That there is control being exercised “behind the scenes” if you will. This house was a financial house. It controlled money. It dictated agenda. It wielded leverage of the international kind. But money is NOT the root of evil. It is the love of it.
- Transportation-Modes of transportation are often seen as ministry or ministries. In the dream these manufacturers and their purpose were being directed by monies (influence) being directed in or drawn away.
- Stock Market-I did not see the words in the dream, but as one who had grown up around stocks (My grandfather was on Wall Street in the 1920s.)and the understanding of the market, I have seen what the market can do or not do.
Let me address, people, places and purpose for a moment. The world is all about people. Designed by God for people. Every person has a place and a purpose. What is often under wraps is where or what that purpose is. An identity topic. My dream revealed people in place with control and a purpose. My inquiry with God was that it began with right standing and good intentions. But like so many people, new people arrived with different agendas. We must be sure of people, be sure of their purpose and their place.
My grandfather would have been appalled at the money shifting for personal gain. He would have said the stock market is a risk (He lost everything in 1929.)yet, he would have defended its intention. To build up companies. He would be upset at people switching alliances on a whim or a tip. But this dream was not about stocks.
It was about ministry and people. People who are being manipulated, wounded, injured and even dying because of what they believe. Clearly there is a force of darkness working overtime to destroy believers, the call of God and their mission here on earth. It is not money, though it can be. It is evil. And it is strengthening against a church who has forgot her position, her purpose and her place. Ministry was never designed to be God, but to be of God, ordained to equip and bring unity.
I talked to a young man yesterday. In the last week he has encountered injury 3 times. I said, “it is time to behold God. Magnify the Lord. Let Him deal with the stuff about you.”
Church, we are needing to magnify the Lord. To make Him bigger than our greatest problem. For prophets to declare with fire in their bones, the GOODNESS of God. For the decrees of His people to be “Wow! Wow! God you are so GOOD!” For us to look at a Charleston and send our blessing, not our politics, our un-renewed thinking, sanctified silliness and fleshly foolishness.
Stop prophesying death and destruction. Who cares whether they were on meds or they weren’t. What about the demoniac of Gadarenes, set up by Jesus to not come with Jesus, but to remain and tell others?
Of course there is a conspiracy. Run by the devil himself. But who shall stand against our God? Where are the songs of the strength and might of the Lord? Declarations of freedom and grace? Songs of deliverance and freedom?
There is a new song coming forth. It will deliver and make whole. It will destroy the kingdoms of darkness. It will elicit praise from the people. It is thundering in the heart of God.
Let us pray. Let us praise. Let us worship.
This is the people. This is the purpose. This is the place.