It’s rare for me to go a night without active dreams.
Some nights I go to bed praying for God to teach me something.
And He did…
This particular dream will be hard to convey.
I woke up weeping.
I was a young boy in this dream,
which at first I found strange but now I understand, at least more so.
I was with 4 friends, all of which were young boys too.
We were somewhere in the middle east traveling on a train.
We were abducted by Islam extremists and they took us to a room where they made me watch them beat my 4 friends to death.
There was stabbing, meat pounding, flailing, and other unspeakable things.
Blood was everywhere.
Organs were flying around the room.
I knew exactly what was happening and was forced to watch,
but some of it was censored, I couldn’t handle seeing all this.
I believe God knew I wouldn’t be able to handle it.
There was blood everywhere.
I couldn’t stop these men.
These boys were innocent, but they followed Jesus.
So why did they make me watch and let me live?
They released me after it was all over and I went back to America and couldn’t talk.
I just wept.
People were asking me where the other boys were and I couldn’t say anything.
At this point, I woke up weeping.
The boys age shows innocence.
As well as vulnerability and in need of comforting.
This dream has troubled me since I had it a few months ago.
I weep for those doing the persecution.
I weep b/c they have fallen so deeply into the lies of the devil.
I weep because they are so lost.
I weep for the lives who are taken b/c they follow Jesus.
I weep for the suffering in this world.
I weep because this is happening every day.
I weep because I did this to Jesus.
I weep because this is not just a dream, but reality.
I weep because God is good.
I asked for a dream and he showed me what is taking place in this world.
I weep because I was not compassionate towards these people (and still struggle), but through this dream I see the brokenness on both sides and now feel broken for them.
God gets all the glory. All the time.
Peace.
