A Memorial Day Dream

Then the Lord came down in a pillar of cloud; he stood at the entrance to the tent and summoned Aaron and Miriam. When the two of them stepped forward, he said, “Listen to my words:
“When there is a prophet among you,
    I, the Lord, reveal myself to them in visions,
    I speak to them in dreams.

  • Numbers 12:5-6

In a dream, in a vision of the night,
    when deep sleep falls on people
    as they slumber in their beds,
he may speak in their ears
    and terrify them with warnings,
to turn them from wrongdoing
    and keep them from pride,
to preserve them from the pit,
    their lives from perishing by the sword.

  • Job 33:15-18

Then the hordes of all the nations that fight against Ariel,
    that attack her and her fortress and besiege her,
will be as it is with a dream,
    with a vision in the night—
as when a hungry person dreams of eating,
    but awakens hungry still;
as when a thirsty person dreams of drinking,
    but awakens faint and thirsty still.
So will it be with the hordes of all the nations
    that fight against Mount Zion.

  • Isaiah 29:7-8

“‘In the last days, God says,
    I will pour out my Spirit on all people.
Your sons and daughters will prophesy,
    your young men will see visions,
    your old men will dream dreams.

  • Acts 2:17

The following dream, first one that I have remembered in some time, was on the night before I wrote yesterday’s post, and since 31 May was the traditional Memorial Day before the USA became obsessed with long weekends, I thought it would be an appropriate follow-up.

I dreamed that I was back in the home in which I spent most of my pre-school years.  My sister lives there now.  My entire family was there, maybe one or two missing.  The feeling that I had was that the evil horde that approached us was so heavily armed that we did not stand a chance, but everyone in the family insisted on fighting to the last breath, although we only had a couple of weapons.  Across the road from that home was a forested area that had some pastureland.  The slope was downward to a lake below.

When the defensive positions were set up along the tree line at the edge of the road, I looked down the hill and saw the evil horde approaching, snow skiing up the hill, each soldier heavily armed, each with more firepower than the sum total of our weapons.  I thought the horde skiing up hill was strange, but then I had never seen enough snow in Mississippi for anyone to ski in any direction.  The fight was hopeless.  I wished them well, knowing that they could never hold the enemy off.

I had to protect them from an attack from the air.  I went back up the hill toward the house into a clearing to draw their fire and the jet fighters would swoop down strafing the ground.  I was either impervious to their weapons or they constantly missed their target.

I was armed with Mississippi red clay clods of dirt.  As the fighter approached, I would throw dirt clods at the engine, knowing that if the engine sucked in the dirt, it would cause the engine to seize and then crash, maybe crash into the horde of soldiers coming up the hill.

After many failed attempts, I finally hit one of the jet fighters.  I cheered thinking that Mississippi mud was finally good for something.  As the airplane began to crash, I awoke.

That was the end of my dream.  I have no idea what the dream meant or if it means anything other than it may seem impossible, but with God, anything is possible.  We need not fear Satan and his horde of evil spirits.  As a pastor said recently on a television show, Satan fell with a third of the angels.  Why do we fear?  The angels on our side have them out numbered two to one.

Soli Deo Gloria.  Only to God be the Glory.


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  1. Wow never thought of it this way before: “As a pastor said recently on a television show, Satan fell with a third of the angels. Why do we fear? The angels on our side have them out numbered two to one.”

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