Awhile back, I had a dream. It stuck with me; I’ve pondered over it, but only recently felt like I should share it. Perhaps the time of such happenings is at hand. Now it is only a curiosity, but in difficult times we KNOW are coming, it might provide inspiration.
In the dream, I was part of a group of resistance fighters. We were under attack from a force of well-armed soldiers wearing uniforms I’ve never seen in real life. Our group had no guns. We fought with what we had: tools, swords, slings & bows. The soldiers outgunned & outnumbered us badly. Some of the soldiers seemed beastlike. They were trying to flank us. If they succeeded, we were finished.
Hunkered down behind some rocks, watching and praying as they came, I became aware of a massive hand behind them, supporting them. It seemed to be directing their assault. I held a bow. Aiming carefully between the soldiers, I put an arrow directly into the palm of that hand. There was a roar of pain and outrage. The hand instantly withdrew. The soldiers seemed confused momentarily, then they withdrew as well.
Our little group was saved! We split up into villages nearby until we had reason to gather for some new mission. We thought the soldiers would come back looking for our group, so splitting up was our best chance for survival.
Giants ruled the land. The beasts & people comprising the military served them. No soldiers came looking for us, but a few days later three giants came to town. 10 to 12 feet tall, they were typically reserved and dispassionate. Their manner was all business. If people went about daily life without drawing attention, the giants would leave them alone. They seemed to understand terrifying humans they ruled would disrupt the order they established, so they kept a calm demeanor at all times. Even executions were held publicly, calmly, made quick and painless!
Myself and two others of the resistance were hiding in that village. I thought if I kept a low profile & stayed out of sight, the giants wouldn’t find me. They were too big to enter small rooms, so I might be okay. To my dismay, the townspeople lead them right to us! They held no allegiance to us. Handing us over was the quickest way to get the giants to leave, so that’s what they did.
An impromptu execution was organized in the village square, We three stood unbound, a giant behind each of us, held by one hand around our necks. Thumb on one side, palm and fingers draped around the opposite shoulder, there was no way to escape. A flick of the hand would snap a neck instantly over the thumb. I remembered seeing it before. It was painless, the body dropping like a sack of potatoes afterward.
I began to panic, then the words of the Apostle Paul came to mind. To be absent from the body was to be present with the Lord. The thought that I was only a moment away from seeing Jesus excited me! I took heart, waiting to die — and woke up.
None of us really know how the days ahead will play out. According to scripture, Antichrist will be called the Beast by the world around him, so he may not be completely human. They will say, “Who is like the Beast? And who can make war with him?” We’re told he will make war with the saints & will prevail. Many of the saints who perish will be beheaded, leading some to conclude guillotines will be implemented. The manner of execution I saw was effectively the same as beheading, just less messy. The sight of blood is enough to create panic in many looking on, disruptive when those in charge want to set an example concerning what happens to the non-compliant.
Whatever the case, by telling my dream, I did what I thought the Lord was leading me to do. Scripture indicates even among the saints being slaughtered, some will do exploits. This fits. Our challenge now is to live for Christ Jesus; in the Tribulation, theirs will be to die for Him. That’s not easy. My heart goes out to them. Antichrist thinks he’ll wipe them out, but as more turn to Christ, he’ll find the task seems endless. The Lord will return before he can complete it!
Does this look tasty? Note the label on the bag: Dept. of Homeland Security. The “candy” pictured was seized as it was being smuggled illegally into our United States. It’s actually Fentanyl! Dressed up to appeal to our kids, two or three would most likely be fatal, as strong as the drug has been presented. This is nothing short of an attempt to destroy the American people, break our hearts and remove our heirs. If we don’t stop it NOW, we have no future!