I Had a Dream.

This is a description of the dream I mentioned having in an earlier blogpost. I felt led to describe it– hopefully it is meaningful to someone.

Guys, I have had a crazy dream, and I believe Christ wants me to share about it.

It started in a small village-like area, small yet full of tall, grey apartment buildings. There was a lingering feeling that you were always being watched, and were not fully free. I quickly learned that I was in this place because I was a Christian.

I was separated from my family; we were only able to see eachother once during the dream, during visiting hours… and even then we were not able to hug or kiss eachother. We were oppressed by a government that hated us because we were Christians. We were worked almost to death, and the idea of freedom felt like it was only a dream.

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In it, they said I could be free. But how could I leave the friends and family members I’d be leaving behind? I asked if I could leave on one condition: my family going with me.

I can’t remember if they honored my wish or not, but I had a nervous feeling that if I didn’t flee right then and there, they could change their minds and I’d be locked up forever. So, I felt this huge urge to just run, but couldn’t leave my family behind.

Then, one thing happened that brought the dream to it’s most emotional point: A good friend of mine showed up on a theatre screen located on a tower wall, reporting that she, too, was left in another camp for being a Christian. She spoke of how they were making her and her fellow prisoners dig their own graves. I cried for her.

I was stuck in this dream– knowing at this point that it was a dream– and I was desperate to wake up, though I couldn’t at first, no matter how hard I tried…

Finally, I awoke. Sleeping in my own bed, my Bible on my bedside table in plain sight, not taken away from me. I sat up, relieved to be free of the dream, and awake– and immediately felt led to pray for those people who were actually going through what I dreamed.

This has all given me a new look at those who are persecuted for loving Jesus… the feelings I felt as a prisoner in that dream were HORRIBLE. It breaks my heart that this is the truth for so many… and I want to help.

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Right now, VOM (Voice of the Martyrs) is a dependable nonprofit that helps those going through such things. I highly suggest you take a look at their website and all they do. Truly, we must do what Hebrews 13 says:

“Continue to remember those in prison as if you were together with them in prison, and those who are mistreated as if you yourselves were suffering.”
(Hebrews 13:3, NIV)

This dream felt too real, and has changed the way I see things. I hope it does for you, too. Let’s pray, give, and love those in Jesus’ Body going through such horrific things.

Do you know Jesus?

People are being tortured and dying daily for loving and following Jesus. Learn more about Jesus, and His Good News even in such a painful world, here.

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