puzzling subconscious "videos" we watch in our sleep that
often seem to fly away the moment we awaken, yet at times can leave us
profoundly affected by what we recall. In the secular world,
dreams are categorized with the mystical occult and have been largely
ignored by Christians for that very reason...no one who knows the Word
of God wants to delve into the traps of occultism. Yet the very
Bible which warns us of believing in foolish omens and signs also has
much to say about dreams and visions and how God has used them to warn,
to instruct, to lead and guide us. We cannot read very far into
the scriptures without seeing this as a truth.
I remember reading how God
spoke so unexpectedly to Joseph, to Daniel, to Noah. They received
prophetic visions that gave them a Word from God about future events.
Joseph had received such dreams from the time he was a young boy...and
later, when he was in prison he knew that interpretations belonged to
God and with his gift, he was able to give answers to Pharaoh's dreams.
How amazing! Then I thought of Noah, how he knew just how
many days it would rain upon the earth and just when God would let the
waters abate and the door to the ark would be opened again. All
because God spoke through visions and dreams.
The book of Acts is a
recounting of the leadership of the Holy Spirit in the lives of people
who would act upon their visions and dreams. Indeed, the advent at
Pentecost prompted Peter to remember the prophecy of Joel:
"And it shall come
to pass in the last days, saith God, I will pour out of my Spirit upon all
flesh: and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, and your young men
shall see visions, and your old men shall dream dreams; and on my servants
and on my handmaidens I will pour out in those days of my Spirit; and they
shall prophesy." (Joel 2:28)
I had a desire to
understand just how God spoke to us in dreams and visions. Of
course, I wanted Him to speak to ME...to let me experience His awesome
nearness in my personal life and see Him do the incredible. Little
by little, God began to teach me. First of all, no dream or vision
would be of "private interpretation." How I love that
thought! For it seems that God has reserved the revelation of
dreams and visions for those who would seek Him, and only Him. Nor
would there be any secrets revealed by "dream books" or
psychological guess work. What a wonderful gift God has reserved
for His people!
As I searched the
scriptures, I began to see how important it was that I knew how God
thinks, how He speaks through mysteries and parables, and in an exciting
symbolic mathematical order. These would be clues to knowing and
understanding how He speaks to us through dreams and visions. Not
always, but very often He would choose this method. But sometimes
there would be very explicit messages, such as came to Joseph when he
took Jesus to Egypt, or to Annanias in Damascus when Saul of Tarsus was
converted. But so much has been lost to the church...we walk so
beneath our heritage! Pondering, meditating, observing...these were all
words attributed to many in the Bible who sought the meaning of their
dreams. Yet in our fast-paced state-of-the-art world, we seem to
find little worth in searching out a matter. Perhaps this story
will spur some to think again:
When our youngest son
married, he had been in the US Army for only a short while and had
received orders to Germany. His idea was to go ahead of his wife
and secure an apartment. However, when he got there, he found that
no apartments were available, and his low rank put him way down on the
list. It didn't look good. And so, his wife came to live
with us until such time as one became available. Weeks, months,
went by. But all the letters from overseas were the same...no
apartment. A spirit of gloom was fast settling on the house.
Then one night I had a
dream. In this dream, my husband and I and my son and his wife
were all at a hotel trying to get a room. They gave my husband a
room to look at, but he soon returned and asked for a different one.
They gave him room 540 on the 5th floor. When we got into the
room, it was a very unusual shape. There were huge picture windows on
three walls. I stood looking out of them and saw very big trees,
the kind that grow in the Black Forest in Germany. I turned
around, and on the bed my son and his wife had placed their suitcases.
They were unpacking. She told my son, "I need to go wash
some clothing" and went out of the room. Soon, she returned and
said, "I found a wash machine and it costs 40 cents a
load." Then the dream ended.
I awoke and wondered what
this dream would mean...it was unusual, with lots of numbers. As I
mediated and pondered, the Holy Spirit began to give me the
interpretation. First, we were all at a hotel seeking a room, but
the first room was unacceptable. This was the present
situation...she needed to get to Germany. The second room was on
the 5th floor, number 540. Five is the number of God's grace...a
good sign that unmerited favor was going to be extended to us. The
three windows with the large trees? That did represent Germany, and the
number 3 showed a spiritual significance. The suitcases on the
bed, the unpacking, the wanting to wash clothing? They would soon
be together in Germany! And the number 40..repeated twice in the
dream...a period of probation and trial (like happened with Noah on the
ark). Joseph had told Pharaoh that because it was repeated twice,
the thing was ordained of God. She
would be joining her husband in 40 DAYS!!
I was astounded, and at
the breakfast table I told of the dream and the interpretation.
There was silence for a moment, but then my daughter-in-law rose from
the table and went over to the calendar and marked off 40 days, circling
the last day. "If this is truly of God, then this is the
day I leave for Germany" she exclaimed. Wow! Could
this possibly be so?
some discussion, we concluded that she must begin to get ready to
leave...get a passport, shots, start mailing things. And so she did.
Weeks went by, the initial
frenzy soon subsided; especially since the letters still were not
encouraging at all. We had carefully withheld the dream story from
my son, opting to let God get all the glory. The last week
approached. If she was to leave, it must be the last day...the
40th day, which was Sunday. My son must call by Saturday night for
her to be able to get a flight on Sunday. But there was no call.
Saturday came, and she decided to spend the night at her parent's house
as her sisters were home. "What if Mark calls?" we
asked. "Then call me...even in the middle of the night"
We went to bed that night,
and at midnight the phone rang. Bob answered. It was Mark. "Where's
my wife?" Bob told him she was at her parent's house. "Get
up! Go wake her up! I have a friend flying to New York right
now...he will be in Dallas in the afternoon and he has papers from my
commanding officer authorizing her to be on an airplane tomorrow!
I have an apartment!" Wow! Our household was in
pandemonium! We quickly drove to wake up the other household, and
such excitement! Could it really be happening?
Bob called the airline. Do
you have an empty seat? Yes, one. Book her! We
did not go to church that day, as we waited for the friend to arrive
from New York and call us. But in the late afternoon, he had not
called. In fact, he never DID call. So there we were...the
40th day had arrived, she could go...but not without proper papers.
What to do?
As I sat there, I knew
that when God says something, it will come to pass. This was obviously a
trick of Satan to try and thwart God's plan. "Let's go to
the airport" I said. "Why? I don't know...I just feel
we should go" I answered. And so we drove to the airport
and woke up a very irritated Lufthansa clerk.
daughter-in-law is supposed to leave on the flight tonight to
"Well, it is too
early to check in!" she snapped.
"But you don't
my husband explained. "She still does not
have the authorization papers to join her husband who is in the Army,
but she does have a military ID. Will that do?"
"No! She must have
papers from the commanding officer!"
It looked like a collapse
of the entire story. But I turned to the clerk and said, "Ma'am...please
go ask your supervisor if he would let her go just with the military
ID", and I turned and went into the lady's room to talk
to the Lord. While I was doing that, I began to laugh...because
God told me the woman was upstairs talking to her boss and he was
saying, "Oh let her go..." I no sooner got
that from the Lord, when my daughter-in-law came running in the room. "Where
is the check book? The woman came back down and said her boss said
to let me go anyway!" WOW!
Well, at about midnight,
we were back at the airport waiting for her to board the plane.
She was crying...not because this was her first plane ride. Not because
she was leaving home. But as she said, "I am crying because God
did this for me...because of His mighty power to make things
And so from that time on,
I began to pay attention...deep attention, to all that came to me. After
all, I was covered by the blood of Jesus and committed to serving Him.
Why wouldn't God lead and guide me in every way?
One time I was ministering
a few meetings in a church in Fort Worth, Texas. That night I had
a dream that the country Western singer, Garth Brooks, was in the
service. He was seated on the back pew, dressed all in black,
complete with cowboy hat, boots, and a long rain slicker. During
the service, he bowed his head as if under conviction. I awoke the
next morning and related the dream to the people in the house I was
staying. "I know that Garth Brooks would never come to MY
service" I said. "Well, who knows...he is in
Dallas for a concert" my friends told me. "Really?"
I answered, but thought no more about the dream...until I had finished
the evening service.
People were filing out to
go home and I was coming out the front door and had my eyes looking at
the threshold when I saw a pair of black boots. I began to look upward
and saw a black rainslicker on a tall man. Then I saw his black cowboy
hat. I looked again...yes, he was dressed just like Garth Brooks!
but it wasn't Garth Brooks...it was a young boy in his late teens.
Before I thought, I asked him "Are you Garth Brooks by any
chance?" "YES I AM!" he said proudly, and
pulled back his rainslicker to reveal a T-shirt with the face of Garth
Brooks imprinted on it! I was shaking. What did all
this mean? I didn't wait, but grabbed his hand and began to pray
"Young man, I
don't know why God showed me you in a dream last night, but I need to
pray for you."
And so I did. We left that church
literally shaking. But the next night when I returned, I was up at
the altar praying before the service began. One of the deacons came to
me. "Sister Adams, you remember what happened last night on the
porch...with the boy who says he is Garth Brooks? Well, that boy
got saved here some time ago, but he has backslid. His idol is Garth
Brooks, and he wants to be just like him. And when you prayed for
him, he was so shaken that he is now sitting on the back pew behind us."
I looked, and there he was...no longer in the black hat, shirt,
rainslicker. But a young teen, shaking under the power of God with
his head bowed....just as it had been in the dream. I went back to
him, and once again prayed for him. God had already done His work
to find a lost sheep...
Oh what a privilege to
walk in the supernatural ways of God! It is when we do so, we know
the very ALIVENESS of our Lord! We do not need proof of
anything...the evidence it already there.
In Japan, I was waiting to
speak at a small meeting. As I sat, I remembered a strange dream I
had had the night before. In it, I was in a large palace. A
very dignified Japanese woman and a man were arguing...about security
arrangements. He was head of the security forces, but she seemed
very upset over things. Just then, some terrorists appeared
outside. They had large boomerangs and were hurtling them toward the
palace. But just as they almost reached the building, they
suddenly turned and chased the terrorists away. What could it
mean? Just then, a well-dressed Japanese lady came up to me and
introduced herself. She told me she lived in Peru. Peru?
"Do you speak Spanish?" I asked. "Oh yes,
fluently" she answered. "I am the wife of the
Japanese ambassador to Peru." That woke me up! "Wow,
I am very honored to meet you. Do you like it in Peru?" I
asked. "It is okay, but we are constantly terrified. I
cannot go anywhere without guards. Do you remember reading about
the terrorists who took a large company of Japanese hostage
recently?" she asked. "Yes, I remember that" I
answered. "Well, after the standoff, that ambassador was
recalled and my husband took his place" she explained.
I knew there was a
connection between my dream and what she was telling me, but I waited on
God to get clarification. After speaking, He gave me a word for
that lady. I told her about my dream, and that God was telling her
that she was not to worry anymore...every weapon that would be formed
against them would only return upon the heads of the terrorists!
Her eyes opened wide...she rushed to me with a picture. I looked.
It was many Japanese dignitaries. "Do you see the man who
was the security official I was arguing with in your dream?" she
asked. I saw him. "This is him" I said.
She was ecstatic! "Yes, that man is my security man!
I am going to call my husband right after I leave here and tell him what
God has done. He is not a believer, but God has answered my
prayers! Thank you so much." And so she left. But I
had a nice email several months later....all was well.
Stay close to God, Saints.
He is speaking to you also!
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