“Jesus went through all the towns and villages, teaching in their synagogues, proclaiming the good news of the kingdom and healing every disease and sickness. When he saw the crowds, he had compassion on them, because they were harassed and helpless, like sheep without a shepherd. Then he said to his disciples, ‘The harvest is plentiful but the workers are few. Ask the Lord of the harvest, therefore, to send out workers into his harvest field’” (Matthew 9:35-38).
The Spirit of God came to me in a dream, and this is what I was shown.
I was standing in the sanctuary of a church. The church was reminiscent of the church of my childhood, but the time and the people were of present day. The people in the pews were talking and carrying on with each other; there was disorder; no one was paying attention. The pastor looked at me and said that there was no reason to continue; he said that not enough people had come. At first, I found his statement peculiar, as the room was packed full of people, but then I realized that he wasn’t talking about quantity. Church was dismissed, and everyone went on their way. It was nighttime. “Jesus went through all the towns and villages, teaching in their synagogues, proclaiming the good news of the kingdom and healing every disease and sickness. When he saw the crowds, he had compassion on them, because they were harassed and helpless, like sheep without a shepherd. Then he said to his disciples, ‘The harvest is plentiful but the workers are few. Ask the Lord of the harvest, therefore, to send out workers into his harvest field’” (Matthew 9:35-38).
After leaving the church, I was lead to a mid-entry home. I walked inside and stood in the entry way. The stairs up were on the right, the stairs down were on the left, and the home had a familiar feel, although I cannot place it exactly. There was so much darkness in the house, so much so that I was frozen with fear. I could literally see streams of darkness floating in the air, if you can imagine such a thing. The darkness was so heavy and so oppressive that I could hardly move under its weight. Jesus was with me, and I told the Lord that I could go no further, but I also would not flee. Then a man turned the corner of the lower level and started up the stairs toward me. He had the outline of a man, but he appeared blurry and greyish in color. I tried to look at him directly, but my line of sight kept being redirected around him. The man projected hate and malice; murderer proceeded him. I was convinced then, and I am convinced now, that the man was Satan. I rebuked him in Jesus’ name, but he was unmoved. I asked him, “Would you dare defy the name of Jesus? Would you defy the Son of God?” He answered, much to my surprise, “Hell yea!”, and rushed me. Immediately, I awoke startled and shaken. The power of darkness was emphasized, not to glorify the enemy, but to glorify God, as well as to remind me that I can do nothing of my own initiative (John 15:5). All the Lord asked of me, in that moment, was to trust Him enough to stand my ground and just believe, so that’s what I did.
I’m a new creature in Christ, but this new creature is still operating in a body of flesh, and that flesh has limitations. My brain cannot possibly process all the information presented all at once; it takes time and prayer. I also tend not to get too much rest on the nights I have these dreams. I’ve reached the end of what God has given me to share for now. Both of these encounters were teachable moments.
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