As I have been in this mission field, this wilderness, the Lord has begun to answer my cry. He has been reconnecting me with brothers from 25+ years ago. I had tried reaching out to them through old emails and cell numbers, just to hear a familiar voice; nothing. Then a call comes. As we kicked the tires, he tells me he was just talking to my other friend. ‘Give me his cell number.’ ‘OK’ Nothing. My second friend calls two weeks later. We also kick the tires, exchange new emails and cells; so good!
I spoke with my second brother yesterday. We spoke about new vision, clear vision, about leaving the ninety-nine for the one, or 2the1. I had a dream last night. A worship service was starting. Chuck Smith was singing with his distinctive voice, as only Chuck can. Christian after Christian were being loaded onto a train to attend the service. I, along with the crowd, were packed into a rail car like sardines. A friend had brought his wife. He reached out to me asking me if I could talk to her saying, ‘She is a catholic’.
As the train began to move the call went out to those who were serving to go to the next car via the left door. I stayed seated. Odd. The crowd thinned with some people going into the car to the right through the right door. I walked up to that door and looked in. There was a bar. I saw the crowds peering through open liquor bottles. They were enjoying life without a care. They were Christians (later identified as the church). I sat back down.
Soon those and I left in the middle car were moved to the car on the right. This time all was calm. People sat motionless. Men dressed nicely were at the doors and windows covering the exits. The Holy Spirit told me to go to the door to the left. As I approached the door, I expected the man to stop me. He did not. As I walked through the door I turned and yelled to the crowd, GET OUT, RUN! I woke up as I yelled clearly hearing the last word RUN in my room in the dead of night. Clarity. Church, wake up!
I began to pray. There is ministry to do. Indeed, the fields are white, ripe, but there is much compromise to rid ourselves of. Let each of us examine ourselves and find their true calling. I’m working in the middle car, to those struggling, uncertain, hurting; ministering 2the1. Nothing can separate us from the love of God. Which car are you sitting in? …just a thought