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whoa, this just struck me.Okay, now for the fun stuff.
What the hell is a preacher doing on a political website? I've asked myself that many times and I've asked the Lord that, many times. And always the answer was the same, "just go where I send you" (which is sort of like saying I am not there yet, I wouldn't understand the answer if he told me). Okay, fine, I'm used to that, that's pretty much the standard answer to most of my prayers. We are all a work in progress. But I was driving home one of my favorite customers this morning and it dawned on me, now I finally get it... why God brought me to the fray.
I'm a strange person, I'm probably the only person to be thrown out of a half dozen churches and one synagogue; for following my faith; not for sinning, but for following the scriptures. Over 14 years back, after I barely lived through my second battle with pneumonia, I had a dream, in it, an angel (just some woman, never seen her before or since, not even in my dreams and I see a lot of dream entities over and over again in my dreams. I see my wife a lot in my dreams, that's why I tell her she's the girl of my dreams) so this angel walks up to me in my dream and she says she wrote this song for me - ooooookay - an angel wrote a song for me, and I've never even met this angel before, see, that makes me different, those are the kind of memories that make me strange. She sung this to me, and there are no words to describe what an angel singing to you sounds like, the closest I can find on earth is Jewel Kilcher, imagine Jewel singing a song she wrote for you, and even Jewel doesn't quite get there, this was such a pretty voice, wow, what can I tell you? It was a dream. I woke up and wrote down the words, but without the angel singing it, * sigh * ~~ well here's the words...
Let the voices of sweet salutation remind me...
Let the reunion of your heart fill the sum inside me...
Let the warmth of your smile wrap around my days...
And every day is an anthem that walks along beside me...
I had a sister that died when I was born. I always felt she was like an angel watching over my shoulder. Hell, who knows, maybe this was her? probably not, but it seemed like this angel had been watching over me... and wrote a song for me. cool.
So, yeah, why the fray? Why political jack? Now, I think I'm beginning to understand. After all, what does all this world politics have to with us? Since when did we ever have governments of the people, by the people, for the people? empty words.
But it dawned on me this morning, the manchild, the saints, they are the small child that leads us into the kingdom, they are caught up (raptured) in the first resurrection, but so was Enoch caught up in heaven and so was St John, and the thing about that is... you still live out your carnal life after wards. So they are caught up with the saints in the first resurrection, but they go on living their lives and the BEAST'S GOVERNMENT PERSECUTES THEM, which means they are here on earth still. And the verse, "we shall reign on earth" ... when Christ returns and cans the devil and tosses the Beast into a Lake of Fire, the kingdom is given to the saints... which includes the saints that live through the 7th seal. Jesus taught us to pray for this... "thy kingdom come" ~ we are looking at arrival time... a dozen years to the 7th seal, and seven years for that seal, so what is that? 19 years? Jen says she wants to live to see it, well, hells bells Jen, start working on it right now, we've only got a dozen years to train up the saints for this, to initiate a civilization that will break into dust all the old civilizations.
Where else would God send you to prepare for a work like that? This is the only place, there is no other place to ready a new world government of righteousness to replace the rotten world government we currently live with.
Come Lord Jesus
I was reading over those four lines the angel sang to me. Trying to figure out what they might mean...
I remember I was deep in sleep, it was two or three in the morning, back in the times when I would have been dead to the world, so I was really gone, way gone over to the other side. All I remember of the dream was this woman telling me she wrote this song for me ... she was kind of plain Jane, blond hair, I remember I didn't recognize her in the dream, didn't know her, I'm not sure how I knew she was an angel, it was in the dream. I can't remember her voice, or how she sung the lines, except I remember it was slow and beautiful and I was awestruck by her voice.
okay, but reading this over, it hit me, would if this angel was assigned to get me through the pneumonia alive. (I should have died, it was ridiculous that I lived through that, that's another story) The dream happened in May, I was healthy enough to return to work, so this could have been mission accomplished for this angel and she was signing off. Look at the words, this song seems to be saying, my time protecting you is finished, but I will treasure the time together until I see you again when you come here where I am...
Let the voices of sweet salutation remind me...
this could be her in a company of angels greeting my arrival in heaven, and she is saying to herself and me, let this moment of greeting remind me of the time I watched over you, to keep you alive to make it to this moment...
Let the reunion of your heart fill the sum inside me...
this is an incredible expression of love, we don't get too much of this down here, do we?
Let the warmth of your smile wrap around my days...
And every day is an anthem that walks along beside me...
I can't quite peg this down, if it is looking forward to the time ahead after we are rejoined in the body of Christ, or if maybe she was saying that each day she is waiting and watching the rest of my life on earth, it is special to her?
Anyway, pretty cool.
It was cool I happened to come across a copy of the cover to a book I wrote this in. (I grabbed whatever was close, it was the middle of the night) The book ended up going to the trash, but I guess I made a copy of the dream song before I tossed it out. How that sheet of paper made it to one of my desk drawers in this apartment in Downers Grove (survived the move from Brookfield and 14 1/2 years of throwing out old files, I try to keep a clean room) ...
I never thought about what the dream song might have meant.
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