The Dreamer Dreamed - The Visions of Judgment
(A Story that Contains Prophetic Words from God) (Part 2)
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(A Story that Contains Prophetic Words from God) (Part 2)
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This is a short story about a young man named Steven who was given dreams from God that reveal truth God has shown me (the writer) that His Church needs to hear. Though this is written as fiction, the words spoken by Jesus are actual words that God showed me. So, this is not just a fictional work. It applies to our current world and to the Church. I encourage you to seek God about this to find out what He would show you about this story.
Chapter 2
The Church That Ignored Their Savior
That night, Steve dreamed
again. He found himself standing in the same hallway with the bulkhead doors on
either side. The same ceiling light bulbs hummed in their steel cages. Now, as
Steve began walking down this hallway, he wondered why it felt very familiar.
He had forgotten his previous dream. He tried a door to his left and the handle
moved. It was unlocked. Curious, Steve opened it and peered inside.
He found himself staring into
a church building sanctuary. At the back of the large room stood a raised
platform with a pulpit. A man was standing behind the pulpit and speaking to a
large congregation of people. The people in the congregation were reading their
Bibles, but were oblivious to Steve as he started walking down one of the four
aisles. Then, Steve noticed a man in the front of the room, before the steps
leading up to the platform. He was lying on the ground and clearly appeared to
be in pain. He had a beard and hair that went down to just above his shoulder.
He wore an off-white robe and sandals, like someone from ancient Israel or the
Middle East might have worn.
Steve approached the man and
was struck by how much agony and sadness he wore on his face and by the love
and grief that appeared in his eyes. His side was bleeding, and nail scars in
his hands gushed out blood, but no one paid any attention to him. The pastor
should have been able to see him, but he completely ignored him and continued
preaching. Then, it occurred to Steve that this man was Jesus. Running to his
side, Steve said, “Lord Jesus, what has happened to you? Why are you bleeding?”
Just as Jesus was about to
speak, a firm hand grabbed Steve around his wrist and pulled him away. Another
hand seized his other wrist and some strong men led Steve away from the front
end, and down an aisle toward an exit. They opened a door to a small room,
pulling Steve in, and shut the door behind them.
“Why did you take me away?
Why aren’t you helping that poor man?” Steve asked, shocked at their treatment
of him.
One of the men frowned at him
and said: “You were disrupting our service and we cannot permit that behavior
in our church.”
“But, there is a man bleeding
to death right before you, and you act like you never noticed him.”
“What man are you talking
about?” the other man said.
“There is a man with blood
coming from His hands and side. He, He is Jesus. Why hasn’t anyone noticed
Him?” Steve said, with tears starting to run down his face. He wiped them away.
“We don’t know what you’re
talking about. You’re hallucinating or something.”
“Let’s get him out of here.
He must be drunk,” the other man said reaching to grab Steve’s arm. The men
shoved Steve through a door, and he suddenly found himself in another location.
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He was in a manicured garden
with marble walkways, streams, and beautiful, flowering trees. A hand touched
his back and gently rubbed him. Looking up, Steve smiled. It was Jesus.
His green eyes looked down at
Steve with great love and warmth. Brown hair flowed down to just a couple
inches above his shoulders. His skin was of an olive complexion. A white or
off-white garment reached down to his ankles where leather sandals kept his
feet from touching the path. He wore a golden belt or girdle. Steve was six
feet tall, but Jesus appeared to be at least seven feet in height.
“It’s you, dear Jesus,” Steve
said, amazed.
“It is I. Be not afraid,” He
said warmly.
“I saw you back in that
church building. Why were you lying in a pool of blood, and why did no one
notice you?”
















