Jesus Dream

I want to share a dream I had about 6 months ago. I don’t usually share my “God” dreams except with close friends & family. They just seem very personal to me, but my mom reminded me of Matt 10:27 “What I tell you in darkness, that speak ye in light: and what ye hear in the ear, that preach ye upon the housetops.” And besides, Jesus’s return is a message for everyone, right?!?

Most of us know how dreams often jump from one scene to another and that’s pretty much how this one was.

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SCENE 1
I saw Jesus descending in the sky—a picture-perfect blue sky—with many angels. They were arrayed with the most beautiful wings. I don’t know if angels actually have wings, but they were mighty behind the Lord. His glory was so great that all you could see of the angels were the mighty wings outstretched behind Him.

SCENE 2
We (many people…some I knew, some I didn’t) were all gathered in some sort of recreational center, waiting. Like we all knew something was going on out in the world, but unsure. Some were outside playing basketball. People were sitting in rows of folding chairs, kids on their parents’ laps. Others were sitting on the floors, backs against the wall. Almost like an airport full at holiday with a canceled flight. Everyone just there.
Then Jesus walked in. He didn’t say a word. He walked up to random people & extended His hand to them. Without a word themselves, they got up and followed Him. He made His way to me & extended His hand. The person sitting a few seats over stared at me, confused as to what was going on. I wasn’t confused. Jesus knew me and not him. My heart was heavy and a deep sadness came over me for this man. Jesus made His way out of the room and I knew in my heart to follow Him out. We left, while MANY were left sitting, wondering, confused. I looked back, but knew that I had to follow Him or I would miss out.

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This dream is so sad to me because I felt a deep, deep sadness for those who are blinded to Jesus. While in deep prayer a couple weeks ago, the Lord let me feel such a burden again for the world. It is beyond even describing. All I could do was sit on my floor, pray, and sob.

I urge you, please, if you do not know Jesus or are unsure of your relationship with Him, DO NOT put it off and don’t let anything get in the way of it. There is nothing more important or more precious than our knowing Him and Him knowing us. It is worth all the gold in the world, the pearl of great price. He is calling! He is shouting! Come! Time is drawing short.

It's the World's Right to Hate Us or Love Us

I Will Follow Jesus by Dr. Tom White, taken from Voice of the Martys' September 2010 Newsletter

From the nation of Laos

Somchi, a young Khmu woman, handed us an unusual package--a burned Bible in a plastic bag. The Bible was still wet from the rain, but we separated and dried the pages. Here is Somchi's story in her own words:

I became a Christian five years ago along with my mother, who was a widow. We were baptized in 2006 at the same time. We were the only Christians in our village of about 50 families.

Every Sunday my mother and I would walk one kilometer down to a village in our nice clothes with our Bibles. The people in our village would ask, "Where are you going?"

We would tell them, "We are going to the house church to worship God."

When we walked back they would say, "Hey, I saw that you went to worship every weekend. How much money did you get from them?"

I replied, "I don't go there for any money. I go there to worship for eternal life."

When my mother got sick and was about to die, the villagers came to me and mocked me. They said, "Where is your God? Call him now to come and rescue your mother because you walk and worship him every weekend; you love him."

My mother was so sick they moved her to my grandfather's house to care for her. One day when I was not home, the head of the village with his followers came to our house. They went through the house and took everything that was Christian. They saw my Bible. I learned that they said, "Because of this book her mother is sick. We need to destroy it." They took the books outside, the Bible, a song book and some other literature, and burned them.

Some children came to me and said, "Somchi, they burned your Bible but the rain came and put out the fire." When I heard about this, I ran and saw my burned Bible on the ground.

I said, "Oh Lord, forgive them for they do no know what they do." Then the people came and mocked me. On Sunday I walked to the house church and told them about this. They gave me a new Bible and a new song book.

Later my mother died, so I am the only Christian in our village. Now I live with my sister's family. My sister's house is very small. They let me sleep in a corner. They try to force me to work on Sunday. I told her, "No, I have Monday to Saturday to work for you, but only Sunday let me go and worship."

My sister said, "If you go and worship, who will provide food for you? You have to provide food for yourself." My sister threatens me, but I never miss worship.

I wake up early in the morning to tend the fire and steam the rice. Then I have time to read, and then again in the evening before I go to bed. I really love and always remember John Chapter 3, verse 16, "For God so loved the world." When I finish reading the Scripture, I put it in a bag and hang it on the wall on a hook by my bed. My sister saw this, but no one touches my Bible. They are afraid to touch it.

I like to sing and praise the Lord, but I don't have a good voice. Every time I sing it makes people refreshed. One song that moves me is about the Prodigal Son, "The Son Has Left the Father," like when we...were separated from God, but now our lives come back to God. I wrote the song myself.

Pray for my life and especially for my sister, who tries to force me to work on Sundays. The house church Christians, more than 40 people, in the other village are praying for me.

My villagers still hate me and mock me like they mocked Jesus on the cross. It is the world's right to hate us or love us. But for me, I will follow Jesus because I read in the Bible what he says, that the world will hate you.

If this was your neighborhood, your family, your life, would you be like Somchi and serve the Lord so openly and make such effort to get to church on Sundays? We are blessed in this nation to be able to worship freely, without fear of what may happen to us for doing so; yet so many Americans are still afraid to speak the name of Jesus in public. What a shame. But what an inspiration Somchi is!