A Dream About The Church

Last night I had a dream that was so unusual I thought this has got to be from God.

I was in my childhood home and it started to rain, there were leaks everywhere, the roof was so old and so damaged that the rain was just pouring in, and it was a flood. No one was doing anything about it, so I ran to the cabinet and grabbed every vessel I could find, large bowls, buckets, vases, and even some small bud vases. I started placing them under all the leaking spots, and it was pouring so fast that I had to immediately go around and grab them frantically to pour them out so we could catch all the drips. I looked around and saw all these dead dry plants, so I started pouring the water into the dry plants to water them. I was running around everywhere and watering plants.
I especially remembered being on the back porch and watering the area where we used to grow plants. It was an old 60’s sort of home with a slate back porch and a 2 foot wall with a planter in it, it was full of dead dry plants, like mothers tongue and round knobby succulents, etc. I saw the mother’s tongue, which is a veritably indestructible plant and it was almost dead and destroyed. It had been stomped on, and cut off so many times the ends were frayed and brown, and it was so short it was almost not worth saving, but I poured the water over it anyway. I drenched all of the soil in the planter, for the dirt was so dry, it would have sucked all the water away from the plants and they would have died anyway. I watered and watered all the plants and kept refilling all the vessels as I went, for a long time.

Then suddenly, I was walking around down a long hall fuller than the actual house really did go, and I came to this far away back bedrooms, or apartments. As I came around the corner, I saw it was like a music store or a music library, I wasn’t sure which one. Them I noticed a few men around the room and I said hello, I was just here to water the plants and they snickered and said ok sure. So, I quietly just started walking around watering all of these pitifully neglected plants that were abandoned on every corner and every windowsill of the apartment. I particularly noticed that this was a bachelor pad for old organist and men who were choir directors. They were very comfortable in their clutter and their lack of cleanliness. There was dust and piled books everywhere and most of the apartment was so unkept it gave me the willies.
One man I saw was reading a newspaper at the kitchen table.
I continued to water and water and water, but now I had to go to the sinks in the room to fill up my picture to get the water. The rains had stopped and there still was a need to water plants.

All of a sudden I was walking on the ancient rock streets, somewhere in the Middle East and I was lost. I was trying to find my way out of these winding streets and so I even climbed up into a cave of very steep sharp rocks to find my way out of this maze of streets. Then a young middle eastern woman in a small fast car came by and easily knew the way out, so she took me home with her for a visit. I found myself needing to use the bathroom and then one of the girls walked in on me, I was really embarrassed but they didn’t seem to care, like it was normal to them.
I came back into the bedroom to visit with them and I had all this makeup, 3-4 bottles of foundation and so I started to give them some of the foundation creme for it was so much it was pouring out of the bottle. I took her empty bottle and started pouring my overflow into her bottles. She was so grateful and she thanked me profusely. Then I woke up.

WOW! I know, a strange one right?

But here’s the thing. I believe God was telling me something about the church.

1. Any dream about your mothers home is usually about the church, the old church, the established mother church.

2. It was a dead dry place & so unkept that the roof was leaking badly, and when the rains of the Holy Spirit came, like a flood, they were unaware that anything was wrong.
The church was in such a state of deadness and dryness that it didn’t even know how to catch the rains and collect the water to receive from God when He showed up to refresh them.

3. I ran around collecting anything that would catch the rains and started to water plants, almost completely lost plants to dryness, even the most hardy of plants were almost dead.

4. The plants were the people who were so dry they were almost dead, for many of them had died because of dryness.

5. Even the people who could withstand dry weather, catus plants, were almost gone from dryness.

6. The mothers tongue plants, represented the preaching and teaching of the church. And it was in terrible shape. It’s leaves were cut off and frayed and brittle, it usually being a long tall sharp plant was short and almost unnoticeable as the original form of the plants character. The preaching and teaching had so been cut short that it had almost died. The tall sharp tongued wittiness of revelatory preaching was no more and it had lost its sharp point, or it’s cutting edge and ability to cut to the heart and change lives.

7. These people had no ability to receive anything from God, even in a flood of His outpouring.

8. The old organists were single men, unfruitful and messy. Negligent and dirty. They were living in a place of dead dry past worship and had no life in the room with them. They were surrounded by old copies of choral music that had grown so old and dusty it was of no use to anyone.

9. One man was reading the current newspaper at the dinner table, the place of food, and yet had no understanding of the seasons and times he was living in.

10. These men were quite comfortable hanging out together in their so-called comfortable mess, there bachelor pad, a room of their making, even if it was a borders room of filth.

11. I, by then had to gather the water from the sinks for the rains had not come to this part of the building, I had to pour it out from the old sinks and faucets. But I did, continue to go around and save every plant that I could water, quietly all over the apartment.

12. Later I was in an old street, a middle eastern street and it was a maze and a lost place. I could not even see the way out of this ancient lost path, but the young women knew exactly how to get out in their fast cars, but they chose to stay with their family. I think this speaks of young Muslim/Jewish women who know how to get out of this lost path of ancient religion but who choose to stay for it is all they have ever known.
I gave then my foundation overflow, the principals of the foundations of our faith and they were thrilled for they were all out of “foundation”. I taught them about being naked and unashamed before each other and gave them their own foundation for use in the future to look beautiful. The Song of Songs.

I believe the scriptures about the Shulamite going to the garden of nuts applies here. It speaks of the Shulamite who went back to the established church to see how it had been growing in her absence on her retreat with her Beloved, and what I found was that the church was in a dead dry state and almost completely forsaken.
“I went down to the garden of nuts To see the verdure of the valley, To see whether the vine had budded And the pomegranates had bloomed. (Song of Solomon 6:11 NKJV)”
Also, that the young middle eastern women were hungry to learn but trapped in their society. They needed us to come to them for they were not coming to us.

Pray church!

“I AM coming, I AM coming, though you are dead and dry, old and of age and should be teachers by now, I will never leave you nor forsake you, says The Lord, for you are My beloved church. I will pour out the rains of heaven upon you like a torrent of blessings and I will even come and stoop to catch the rains and pour them upon your dead and dry people that you may be nourished and refreshed and made alive again.
“For even though by this time you ought to be teaching others, you actually need someone to teach you over again the very first principles of God’s Word. You have come to need milk, not solid food. (Hebrews 5:12 AMP)”

“When Israel was a child, I loved him, And out of Egypt I called My son. As they called them, So they went from them; They sacrificed to the Baals, And burned incense to carved images. “I taught Ephraim to walk, Taking them by their arms; But they did not know that I healed them. I drew them with gentle cords, With bands of love, And I was to them as those who take the yoke from their neck. I stooped and fed them. (Hosea 11:1-4 NKJV)

“I, the Sovereign Lord, tell you that I myself will look for my sheep and take care of them in the same way as shepherds take care of their sheep that were scattered and are brought together again. I will bring them back from all the places where they were scattered on that dark, disastrous day. I will take them out of foreign countries, gather them together, and bring them back to their own land. I will lead them back to the mountains and the streams of Israel and will feed them in pleasant pastures. I will let them graze in safety in the mountain meadows and the valleys and in all the green pastures of the land of Israel. I myself will be the shepherd of my sheep, and I will find them a place to rest. I, the Sovereign Lord, have spoken. “I will look for those that are lost, bring back those that wander off, bandage those that are hurt, and heal those that are sick; but those that are fat and strong I will destroy, because I am a shepherd who does what is right. “Now then, my flock, I, the Sovereign Lord, tell you that I will judge each of you and separate the good from the bad, the sheep from the goats. Some of you are not satisfied with eating the best grass; you even trample down what you don’t eat! You drink the clear water and muddy what you don’t drink! My other sheep have to eat the grass you trample down and drink the water you muddy. “So now, I, the Sovereign Lord, tell you that I will judge between you strong sheep and the weak sheep. You pushed the sick ones aside and butted them away from the flock. But I will rescue my sheep and not let them be mistreated any more. I will judge each of my sheep and separate the good from the bad. I will give them a king like my servant David to be their one shepherd, and he will take care of them. I, the Lord, will be their God, and a king like my servant David will be their ruler. I have spoken. I will make a covenant with them that guarantees their security. I will get rid of all the dangerous animals in the land, so that my sheep can live safely in the fields and sleep in the forests. “I will bless them and let them live around my sacred hill. There I will bless them with showers of rain when they need it. The trees will bear fruit, the fields will produce crops, and everyone will live in safety on his own land. When I break my people’s chains and set them free from those who made them slaves, then they will know that I am the Lord. The heathen nations will not plunder them any more, and the wild animals will not kill and eat them. They will live in safety, and no one will terrify them. I will give them fertile fields and put an end to hunger in the land. The other nations will not sneer at them any more. Everyone will know that I protect Israel and that they are my people. I, the Sovereign Lord, have spoken. “You, my sheep, the flock that I feed, are my people, and I am your God,” says the Sovereign Lord. (Ezekiel 34:11-31)”
“Your worship is dead and old and dry as well, and you are comfortable in your clutter but I will quietly come and pour rushing water from the ancient wells upon your people to bring them back to life and to cause them to see the seasons and times for what they really are. Though your ministers of worship are blind to their own poverty, I will come and wash away all the blindness and all the dust from your lives. I will do this for you My Beloved church for I am the Good Shepherd and I will wash you with clean pure water from my wells of ancient springs.

To the young women of the ancient paths, come see yourselves as the beauties I made you To be. Put on the foundation which will bring you joy and show you that I adore your beauty. I will give you foundational teachings and truths from the very overflow of my bottles of Holy Oil and I will teach you about true intimacy with me, unashamedly and naked before me. Arise my beauties and see yourselves as I see you, dark but lovely to Me.”
“I’m dark but lovely, women of Jerusalem, dark like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon. Don’t look at how dark I am, at how dark the sun has made me. My brothers were angry with me and made me tend the vineyards, so I haven’t tended my own vineyard! (Song of Solomon 1:5, 6 NKJV)”


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