Dreams That Don’t Rest

I slept somewhat poorly. The same dream haunted me the whole night through, something quite rare.

It had to do with a very large church in our area. Keep in mind that, of the people I encountered in my dream, very few even acknowledged my presence. That’s about right, because most of the people there would not take me seriously. The dream was unusually vivid, and began with me standing outside the entrance. Rather suddenly, a very large number of people came rushing out, visibly upset. They got into their vehicles and drove away as fast as possible.

I stepped into the foyer of the massive auditorium and people were yelling and pointing fingers at each other. I had to ask quite a few people there before I got an answer to my query what was happening. With a half-smile, the fellow said, “It’s an exodus.” Then he walked away without another word. I hung around the place and watched as the remaining folks went through their normal Sunday routine there. They were obviously preoccupied with the earlier chaos.

Several times I caught someone saying off to one side, “It’s because the pastor isn’t strong enough.” The implication was the congregation was simply too large for his limited ability to lead. I got the distinct impression he was just a figurehead, manipulated by internal politics. But despite repeated attempts to engage anyone about it, no one would tell me what went wrong. Yet it was obvious there had been some controversy. Eventually it seemed as if the whole place just ground to a halt.

That’s when I woke up.

I’m not going to name the this church; I’ve already stirred enough trouble with my comments about the organization in the past (it’s not Life Church). Still, this thing haunted me all morning, and I feel certain this is a prophecy. I have no sense of timing, but it’s closer than even I like to think. It signals to me that this is likely part of a larger context of turmoil. Tribulation is growing, folks.