It was 1999 and I knew the time was short. The sense of an oncoming event had now escalated to a level of urgency. How much time do I have? I would ask Him. The communication was surprising as in this season of life my guilt had become a road block between us. The miry mixture of shame, fear and disappointment stuck to me like a dirty blanket and followed me everywhere I went. If this was a test I had failed miserably.
The concrete cold of Manhattan did not welcome me with kindness and although outwardly succeeding, inwardly I lost immeasurably. Forfeiting one’s bearings; well being and peace of mind while pursuing the American dream was not worth the cost regardless of what the bottom line read. The problem was I believed a lie and each day that passed I empowered it more. Like Peter, I had failed. I had fallen. Knowing I had effectively forsaken God through my behavior, I was yet to discover He would not forsake me. Visit me He did whether I sought Him or not and each time the flame of hope within my being was re-kindled.
As I prayed I began to experience strong impressions regarding an event that would transpire in New York. This was troubling and I eschewed its message time and time again. It did not leave and became most notable during quiet time. Dreams confirmed this message as I tried to dismiss its legitimacy. It esclated until an inner SCREAM of warning bellowed in my spirit. I was convinced Manhattan was about to experience a crisis. Would it be a calamity of mother nature? The devastation of a crippling hurricane that would wipe out the city I lived in? Or would it be a financial collapse leaving empty buildings and vacant streets that now daily jammed with people? No. I believed it would involve a great loss of life and lay low this robust, in your face city. This metropolis of excess, decadence and thriving ego.
The summer was fast approaching and I knew I had to leave. As the providence of God so often confirms circumstances were swiftly re-aligning. The handwriting was on the wall and when I made the jump it felt as if I was making it by the skin of my teeth. The urgency was palpable. Too great to ignore and though I had not yet gained a comfort level sharing such things I spoke what I thought those close to me could tolerate hearing. I was well trained by family to not speak of all things Christ and remained largely quiet in accommodation. I was compelled to express to them my concern and when I did received a silent gaze.
I moved to Santa Fe New Mexico and lived daily with the expectation of a New York catastrophe. Osama Bin Ladin had not yet exploded the Twin Towers with his living bombs and it would take two years to happen. I will never forget receiving the early morning call from a New York friend. Quick, turn on the news. The scene I sat riveted watching would continue to play thousands of times over. The digital imagery was the least of it, as it was indelibly seared on the minds and hearts of an entire nation. I hung up the phone astonished at the magnitude of the event and contemplated the strange resolve settling in my stomach. It had come. It was over.
Although this prophetic foreshadowing materialized much later than expected perhaps the urgency in my spirit was meant to engage me in intercession and/or a prayerful exploration of what else could be done. Perhaps I was meant to tell everyone I knew what I saw and heard in my spirit self and urge them to pray. Urge them to turn toward the Lord and cry out on behalf of this city we all called home. To turn around, change the way we viewed God and begin to seek Him with all our hearts.
I kept it inside and remained silent. Another test I failed.
Mercy and truth kissed in the person of Jesus Christ. Early Resurrection Sunday Mary Magdalene visited the tomb of the dead Messiah only to find a risen Christ. This God-man told her to rush and tell His beloved disciple. “Go Tell Peter” He said. Peter. The one who denied and cursed Jesus multiple times in His gravest hour. The one who bragged to the Lord himself, though others may leave he would never desert Him. Maybe this was Peter’s second conversion. From death to life yet again. Quite a revelation to learn his Master loved his unlovable despicable, self. Amazing how God’s mercy saturated love can pierce through guilt, shame and self loathing. The beginning of transformation.
So this time I am making the choice to speak what I have heard.
A massive insect, significantly larger than a human being stands in an aggressive posture of attack. Its back legs raised, its forward legs bent, it’s head up and eyes frozen ; it focuses on its prey; Manhattan. It is ready. It seems to lick in anticipation.
It can not and will not move until it receives clearance for the attack. It earnestly awaits the command.
A storm has begun and the raging waters overwhelm. The torrent is terrifying. I see a small boat capsizing as people scream for help. Biting wind gusts at record velocity. Angry water slams intent on consuming and demolishing everything in its path.
This is a devastating storm.
A confident almost smug young man is on a sail boat. The storm is bitter. He rides on the water standing seemingly laze-fair with a straight back and firm gaze. He holds the mast of this boat securely although his craft is entirely up-ended and turned on its side. Perched at what seems like a 90 degree angle he is annoyed but not shaken despite the calamity. He is approaching the capsized boat and people the waters are swallowing. I feel he will have some success.
Mid-town theater district seems normal and a young man gushes with excitement informing me he has 10 auditions lined up. 10 I say? I am pleased yet concerned for him. He hopes one of these will change the course of his destiny. I wonder.
I walk in the back kitchen door of my parents home. Five white dogs I do not know respond to me as an intruder and make me uneasy. My mother attempts to manage them and grabs their collars rushing them into another room.
I am upstairs and notice a most unusual carpet of thick, shiny green that bears a luster not common to any carpet I have seen. It is reminiscent of freshly mowed thick green grass. I hear my brother in another room as I wonder at what type of flooring this is. I wake up.
“This dream came early Friday morning April 14th, one of three dreams in a weeks time. All three dreams were about both cities I call home; Santa Fe, New Mexico and New York.
The setting: No question the events take place in Manhattan. The Hudson river, mid-town, it is clearly my prior home, New York city.
Insect: The abnormally large insect represents a devastation of attack that is inspired demonically. In Revelation chapter nine John details the army of locusts being led by a King named Abaddon (Hebrew) or Apollyon (Greek.) The name Destroyer is also one of the definitions of the name Allah, (Al-Munit). The name is commonly translated “Destruction” and is closely associated with death and/or the grave. The book of Revelation indicates they are given supernatural power. The inspiration for the destructive power is a personal one, that of both a king of darkness and an angel. In this case a fallen angel. The prophet Joel describes their appearance as horses galloping into battle where at the sight of them nations are in anguish and every face turns pale. (Joel 2:6) Used as an arm of judgment the Egyptians were devastated by an army of locusts in one of the ten plagues that stripped the land bare and left nothing.
The Storm: Severe turbulence may speak of either a natural disruption of significant proportions or another type of devastation that may or may not be a literal storm.
The Young Man on the Boat: This was a piece that was not clear initially but after prayerful consideration I believe it to be our new President. While in office he will face this challenge in the city he also calls home but God will be with him and grant him favor navigating through this storm. I wonder if the fact he was represented as young in the dream indicates it is early is his presidency. I do not know.
The Young Man in the Theater District: The young man is a confirmation of our young nation and mid-town Manhattan again represents the heart of the city, which is its people. The young man indicates our country carries so much possibility for the future. The repeated auditions speak of the repeated call to repentance by the Lord and opportunities to change the nations destiny. The fact he is young also speaks of the foolishness and waywardness, the lewdness of youth. Like a prodigal son. New York City is where the new government of our young country was founded. In the very heart of ground zero, the site of the Trade Tower devastation is where George Washington gave his first Presidential speech. In this speech he declared America as a new nation under God and made an oath to honor and obey the Bible as a nation. He entered into a covenant with Lord at the very onset of our nation. Our country has broken that covenant and forsaken His ways in our laws, court system, educational system, media, entertainment and more. For more details on this I recommend reading America’s Christian Heritage by Gary Demar, or simply reviewing the archives of historical government documents on line. Jonathon Cahn also includes much of this documentation in his book The Harbinger.
The 10 Auditions: Why the number ten? The Biblical use of the number ten is clear and consistent through out scripture. There are ten commandments, there were 10 generations before the flood of Noah. There were ten plagues in Egypt prior to the release of the Israelite’s, ten virgins waiting for the Bridegroom. Ten represents man’s responsibility to the law and the completion of a cycle of time that brings forth the consequence of either obedience or dis-obedience to the law. The 10 auditions in my dream I believe represents opportunity to obey the commandments of the Lord as a people, as a state, as the governing leadership of the nation. I sense the completion of time represented by the number 10 indicates the time of consequence for not obeying God’s laws and breaking covenant. We are approaching the fullness of time.
Parents House, family, dogs and carpet: This piece of the dream is personal to my family and is not to be shared at this time.
Why part of a dream trilogy? When a dream is repeated and confirmed to the dreamer it speaks of the matter being settled in the heart of God. “Now as for the repeating of the dream to Pharaoh twice, it means that the matter is determined by God…” – Genesis 41:32
In Summary: The embodiment of this dreams message is one of great warning. A call to repentance. Repentance. A word which although meant as an invitation has become an offense. A dirty word to many. I’m reminded of a young man in scripture who bore the pain of family rejection, loss and ridicule as he delivered to his community the declaration of warning, the call to repentance. The very words that were meant to spare them and circumvent their destruction. Jeremiah was so burdened by the future events revealed to him he was called The Weeping Prophet. Even so his burden paled to that of Noah’s who over the course of generations bore the reproach and disdain of his heavenly truth.
Many interpret God’s patience as His absence and as the book of Roman’s says, they despise his goodness. “Or do you despise the riches of His goodness, forbearance and patience not knowing that the goodness of God leads you to repentance?” –Romans 2:4 The Lord though exceedingly patient and merciful hears the blood drenched land testify against its people. He hears the souls of millions of unborn children cry for justice as he heard Abel’s blood cry out from the ground. This cry moves the heart of God toward retribution. Something we passionately believe we deserve when injustice destroys us or our loved ones.
There are many examples through out scripture where the Lord altered his plans in response to people humbling themselves in prayer. For He promises, “If my people, who are called by my name will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and will heal their land.” -2 Chronicles 7:14
God has never imposed his will upon us so yet again it remains our choice. Moses reminded God’s people in the book of Deuteronomy when he told them: “He has set before us life and prosperity or death and adversity.” I pray we choose life.
Many people are quick to dismiss vibrant messages that come during what the Bible calls night visions: what we call dreams. A friend of mine describes treating dreams like junk mail, quickly deleting them from the database of our hearts (it was only a dream!) rather than prayerfully considering the possibility it may be an inspired message.
Throughout scripture the Lord repeatedly visited both His people and unbelievers in their dreams. King Nebuchadnezzar of Babylon required his Chaldean soothsayers to both describe his dream content and provide the interpretation. Aghast at such a request not one of them could satisfy the King’s demand. Thankfully a young Israelite named Daniel sought the Lord and received both the content and interpretation. Through this the Lord spared his and many other lives from the Kings declaration of death.
So what is the value of a dream you ask? Well sometimes it’s the spicy food you ate the night before or your subconscious mind searching out this or that, but I am persuaded more than we would suspect, the Spirit of the Lord chooses to communicate with us during a time He has our full attention; when we’re asleep!
Some messages are vibrantly clear and immediately understood such as the dreams Joseph had when first he was told to marry the virgin, yet pregnant Mary carrying the promised Savior. Then again when He was instructed to flee to Egypt as Herod sought to murder the young Messiah. All male children under the age of two were slaughtered in a frantic attempt to destroy Him. The Lord warned Joseph through a dream and gave him specific instruction as to where to go.
The patriarch Jacob’s son Joseph also received a notable dream in his youth, prophetically foretelling his destiny. Although displaying a lack of wisdom by sharing the dream with jealous siblings, its message was vindicated years later. Joseph was catapulted to a position of great authority and as the dream indicated, his father and brothers came bowing before him seeking sustenance to keep the family alive. For in fact, Joseph’s divine destiny was to lead Egypt through the nations most severe crisis. Ironically this young Joseph’s dream also came to fulfillment through the wisdom and gifting God gave him to interpret other’s dreams. As Daniel was, Joseph too was led to a place of great authority at the Pharaohs right hand by way of dream.
The prophet Joel prophesied in the last days we would again see God visit his people through dreams and visions as He pours out His Spirit upon ALL flesh. And I believe when God says ALL He mans ALL! Believers and unbelievers alike.
I recently heard testimony of conversions to Christianity from the Muslim community where Christ has visited many in their dreams proclaiming He is the way of salvation. When they ultimately encountered Christians they said, YES I have seen your Jesus in my dreams!
The Holy Spirit promises to lead us into all truth and as Jesus said those who hunger and thirst will be filled. I think it is time to re-look at the messages in our dreams. I have found the Lord speaks “Teresa” as no one else can and that is true for all of us. The nuances of our individual life experiences influences how He speaks to us as individuals, intermingled with Biblical truth, imagery and symbolism. Writing out the prominent aspects of your dreams and prayerfully bringing them before Him for wisdom and clarity as you study scripture will assuredly open a world of insight.
The Holy Spirit of God encourages, convicts, guides, warns and comforts us in a way no one else in our life can and I believe we are missing valuable wisdom if we cannot discern when the Lord is speaking to us. As Elijah taught us, the Lord was not in the wind, the earth quake, the lightening but in the whisper! What is God whispering to you? He never contradicts His written word and the Holy Spirit never does anything that does not glorify Jesus! I have found He is a very personal God and intimately engages in relationship with us if we will let Him! He has given so much and continues to do so if we are willing to draw near to Him!
I have been visited in both dreams and visions and have been highly impacted by these God ordained divine interruptions through out my life and have finally come to a place of utter surrender! In my next writing I will share a DREAM TRILOGY I have recently had concerning two cities very dear to my heart: Santa Fe and New York. Both places I consider home. I believe these dreams to be prophetic and purposeful for those who have hearts to hear what the Spirit of the Lord is speaking.
Until then, I pray you will consider prayerfully engaging with the Lord regarding what He is speaking to you through every aspect of your life; including the quiet whispers, or not so quiet whispers of your dreams!
Bringing branches of Palm they shouted, “Hosanna Hosanna! Blessed is He who comes in the Name of the Lord!” What excitement filled Jerusalem that day. Could it be the long awaited Messiah fulfilling Zechariah’s prophecy?
“Rejoice greatly, O daughter of Zion! Shout in triumph, O daughter of Jerusalem! Behold your King is coming to you; He is just and endowed with salvation, humble and mounted on a donkey, Even on a colt the foal of a donkey.”
The religious leaders angrily watched the climatic fervor of the crowd and despised Joseph’s son. How dare he? A common carpenter! Enraged by the adulation they demanded He silence His followers. “If they remain silent, the rocks will cry out” Jesus softly replied. Yes! As Habakkuk proclaimed the rocks would cry out! Just as Abel’s blood cried from the ground. Just as the trees of the field clap their hands and the river of life joyously clamors in praise to the Holy One! Just as the angels hush and fall in worship at the mere mention of His name.
Messiah comes slowly, gently riding his foal. He passes the Holy Temple, rebuilt to a shadow of Solomon’s glory, knowing shortly not one stone will be left in place! Messiah watches the pomp and ceremony of the Priests as they cross over the sheep gate to carefully select that one special lamb. The paschal lamb. For according to the law it must be spotless. Perfect to bear the sin from the High Priests’ hand as he impart it to the blameless, precious one that will make atonement for all.
Son of God! What must you have felt? Watching the enactment of your Father’s commands, knowing each and every one pointed to you! Blindly they rushed about, so self important! Self righteously they followed the jot and tittle of the law and missed the very face of God that watched before them!
But for a brief moment there were those who rejoiced and welcomed you as their King! Hosanna, Hosanna! Their voices rang in joy and exultation! Laying their garments before you they transformed dirt, stone and rock into a regal path for royalty! Their long awaited Messiah King! Yet you knew…you knew their hearts more than they! Their praises would soon turn to hateful words demanding you endure the cruelest of deaths. Holy Son of God what must you have thought?
Yet your perfect, unbridled love radiated upon them. Gazing into their eyes, reading their hearts, your mercy, tenderness and forgiveness bathed them. Miracles broke forth as the lame lept with joy. The blind shed tears of awe struck wonder as they beheld your beautiful face. The tormented and hopeless sang your praises as they over and over again sang out the most beautiful name….. Yeshusa Ha-Mashiach! Wonderful Counselor! Prince of Peace! Precious, Holy Jesus!
HOSANNA! Blessed is He who comes in the Name of the Lord!
The book of First Kings says, “The heavens and the highest heavens can not contain Him” yet the Apostle Paul writes “All of the fullness of the Godhead dwelt in Him.”
Divinity poured into the flesh of humanity. Kissed by Heaven’s glory, the King of all Kings nursed at his young mother’s breast. A great mystery! The Holy One of Israel, the blessed Messiah grew in favor with God and man. Tested by every temptation yet no sin in Him was found. The infinite became finite. Bound by the limits of mortal man the one who knew no limitation succumbed to weariness, fatigue and hunger. He sweat great drops of blood in agony for the cruel suffering that awaited Him.
Perfect. A spotless, unblemished lamb, would satisfy the righteous law of a Holy God. But his own son? Evil taunted, men jeered and for a moment, His heavenly Father looked away. Meetings sins’ cruel demand, death swallowed Him as His blood poured. Transforming the darkest soul’s stain to snow’s pristine purity. At least for those who believed.
The Apostle John saw Him. He knew who He was for he writes; “In the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God. All things were made through Him and without Him was not anything made that was made. In Him was life, and the life was the light of men. The light shines in the darkness and the darkness has not overcome it.”
WOW! The darkness can’t quench the light, it can only make it brighter! “The true light, which gives light to everyone, came into the world. He was in the world and the world was made through Him, yet the world did not know Him. He came to His own and his own people did not receive Him.” But the prophet Isaiah said they wouldn’t! Not until the time was fulfilled. The time of Jacob’s trouble when they would cry out to the Lord for their Messiah and call His name BLESSED.
“The Word became flesh and dwelt among us and we have seen His glory, glory as of the only Son from the Father, full of grace and truth.
Jesus, Jesus, Yeshua, My Savior, My Redeemer.
Amos called Him the Burden Bearer. Isaiah called Him the Prince of Peace. Luke called Him the Son of Man. John called Him the Son of God.
Me? I call Him my Lord.
Jerusalem was buzzing with excitement. After a reported twenty years their new King would bring the cherished Arc Of The Covenant back into the holy city. Rich and poor, young and old, everyone would be a part of the celebration of this joyous day.
A most conspicuous absence was that of the Queen. The daughter of Saul remained inside the palace walls and watched the jubilant display from the height of her arrogance. Annoyance turned to disdain as she witnessed the ardent dance of her husband King. Little did she know, the loathing of her own heart wold curse her womb and erase her life’s legacy that very day.
Rehearsing choice words she welcome home her King. “How the king of Israel has dignified himself today, exposing himself this day in the sight of his servant’s slave girls, like one of the rabble might shamelessly expose himself.” (2Samuel 6:20)
We have all experienced the bleeding cut of the tongue’s sword from those who say they love us. This darkly inspired accusation was noteworthy but then again, the enemy of our soul is not particular. He will use anyone. “It was before the Lord” David answered…“I was celebrating before the Lord. I will humble myself even more than this and be abased in my own eyes…”
We have much to learn from David’s response. No flexing of his Kingly muscle, no retaliatory remark, but rather a statement of glory to God and self-abasement from this humble King. I like David have found love’s reproach to be well worth its cost. I too pant for the Lord as the deer pants for water (Psalm 42:1) and in those moments exchange heartfelt praise for His holy presence. For losing myself in praise, worship and adoration my broken heart has found repair, my spirit renewal and my body? Miraculously healed.
PRAISE: It is the kiss of our spirits to the feet of Jesus. It is the opening of the alabaster box of our hearts to pour forth its sweetest fragrance. The fragrance our humble and holy King most cherishes.