Five bald eagles sit on the branches of an old dead treetop. The blue cloudless sky provides a magnificent background and there is no sound at all. As the eagles look around silently in all directions, a light gentle wind starts to blow. It brings cool refreshing but it begins to intensify and get stronger. As the wind becomes stronger and stronger, the eagles stop resting and begin to clutch the branches with more intention.
Finally the wind gusts suddenly and all 5 eagles spring into the air at once. They all lift together into the wind before turning at the same moment and letting the wind carry them a great speed to another wilderness. In this new place there doesn’t appear to be any life. However one of the eagles begins to dive-bomb toward the dusty ground. The sand explodes outward under the impact of the eagle’s talons and it flies back up carrying a fish.
Then the others join in their own attacks and each of them carries a dinner away from the apparently empty ground – one has a rabbit, another a snake, one a turtle and the last one carries a fox.
The eagles split up in the sky and the ones with the snake and fox fly over a cliff where their prey is dropped and left. The turtle is carried to a lake high on a mountain, and the rabbit and fish are brought to a man hiding in a cave.
When they have each dropped off their cargo, they return to a large rock in the middle of a flat barren place. Each eagle faces out from the centre of the rock and instantly the landscape springs into a lush green countryside.
I saw you today by looking back more than 40 years… I saw you as a little boy waiting outside a building that was supposed to be his home. You are sad but waiting patiently, only the building has been locked up tight and nobody is coming out to get you.
Then you looked at the building again and realized it was always your home but you had never been able to enter it because bullies were inhabiting it. Fire started appearing in your eyes and then you walked up to the door which was still locked and chained but as soon as you grabbed the door knob, your arm became massively muscular and you ripped the entire door and it’s casing right out of the brickwork.
You walked in with the fire in your eyes. Then there was a storm like a tornado that started shooting out of the doorway and with it I could see garbage every now and then, mixed with black spirits. It got thicker until the whole vortex was blackened with what looked like flies, and then it was completely clear. There was no smoke or haze… yet the tornado continued to blow strong. All of a sudden gold, gems and silver started flying into the building and windows started popping into the walls all around it.
When I stood back, I realized the building was growing and changing into a massive castle, but a clock on the front lawn had stopped about a week ago. It showed last week’s date and time, and as the castle continued to grow, I realized this part was part of your future.
There is music in the air. I hear it, but I’ve always heard it before. Now I can actually see it. There are notes flying around and it looks like they should be banging into everything but instead of banging, they simply draw more notes out of whatever it is that is in their pathway.
Then I see the music notes trying to pull music out of you but instead of drawing the notes out of you like they could with everything else, when they come around you, it’s like there’s an invisible wall around you that they bang into and fly off at super speed. It’s almost like the invisible wall is charged with something that springs the notes off of it and shoots them far away.
Then an Angel of the Lord descends from Heaven, playing an instrument that looks a bit like a guitar. When he strums it, EVERYTHING starts to vibrate. The invisible wall also starts to shake and it looses some of its invisibility. I see blackened bricks of ash locked together but the strumming of the Angel’s guitar is shaking the mortar loose between the bricks. On the third strum of the guitar, all the notes stopped and looked at the Angel, and then in perfect unison, all notes everywhere joined the Angel for the fourth strum and the bricks shattered apart. Each brick was individually demolished by the sound and every speck of dust they created was shot way off into the distant outer realm, the same way the wall was earlier sending off the notes.
At that moment, you lifted your head and heard the music. You started to sing, and immediately your clothes were changed to perfectly clean shiny white linen and a guitar appeared in your own hands. You began to play and everything joined you in a new song as celebration lit up the entire landscape and the scene changed completely.
Today I saw a clock walking along in the desert. It had your name on the face of it. As it walked along in the sand, I could see it having trouble it was swallowed up by a great big snake. But the snake was not happy with the meal. Within minutes, I saw a man come along and grab the snake by the throat and shake it. He knocked the snake out and with it unconscious, he reached his hand into the snakes mouth and down its throat. Out of the snake he pulled the walking clock. But the clock was also pulling out 5 smaller clocks who were each holding hands forming a long chain.
I see numbers flying across the sails of a sporty sail boat. The number 14 keeps coming up in large lettering, and then moving across the sail and off again. It looks like someone is shining a projector onto the sails which are white but the numbers are crisp and clear.
Then I see Jesus face appear in the sail and the next thing I hear is a symphony coming from the water all around the boat. Jesus face turns and then I see his arm and hand appear and he turns around and writes on the sail with his finger. The words simply label the numbers which are still appearing on the sail. The label says “The numbers above are navigational numbers. Use them and you will find your way to where you need to go.”
That’s when I looked down and saw you sitting in the boat. You were completely covered with a blanket of discouragement and your head was in your hands; your elbows resting on the ledge of one of the boat’s many nooks and crannies. Because you were resting your head, your hands were covering your ears and it looked like you could neither hear the symphony going on around you, nor see with your face looking down, the words Jesus had written on the sail for you.
You were starting to cry when you lifted your face to cry out to God when you stopped with a shocked look on your face and you saw the writing. Jesus face was no longer showing on the sail but the letters were still there and the navigational numbers continued to scroll across the fabric. Then you also heard the symphony and your tears changed to tears of joy as encouragement set in.
You appeared as a turtle today moving along a dusty roadway beside a snail and a white grub. On the horizon is the figure of a man and a silhouette of a cross in front of a setting sun. As I watched, the turtle began running toward the man, wiggling his feet desperately and scooting along more quickly than one would expect. The snail turned to the right and moved off the road while the grub just started burrowing down into the road itself.
After a very long time, the turtle got to within a few feet of the man and then stopped, seemingly unable to move another inch. He was only a short distance from the man but still the turtle could no longer move another muscle.
The turtle set down his shell and pulled in his arms and legs and rested his head on the ground. As I watched, I saw what looked like a teardeveloping in the turtle’s eye.
Then the man, who had stood motionless and statuesque until this point, took two steps forward and picked up the turtle. He carried him over a small hill where the road had ended, and set the turtle down in a beautiful clean clear pond of water.
I saw the man call to a crow and a skunk and commissioned them to go and eat the others and then he called all the animals left around the pond to join in a celebration and the whole scene sprang to life with crickets, frogs, birds, and wind whistling through the grass. As he watched, the man smiled and was very pleased.
The host appears on the stage and calls for people to come up and receive a gift. You stay seated. The host again calls out to the crowd and tells them that he has invited everyone and wants everyone to come forward and receive their gifts. You see people coming back from the stage and they are carrying very interesting and unique gifts. Nobody is unhappy with anything they have received and yet you are afraid of going forward.
Then an usher is called to the stage and the host whispers in his ear. The messenger then makes a bee line for you and appears directly in front of you. He touches your shoulder and says “My master has instructed me to ensure you are aware of his invitation to come forward.” You reply that you had actually snuck in because you knew you weren’t invited. You further explain to the usher that since you weren’t supposed to even be there, that you knew he didn’t mean for you to come forward. You tell the usher that you don’t want to be kicked out and don’t want any trouble so you are happy to just sit where you are and at least be inside the room.
The usher leaves.
Then you see commotion on the stage. Everyone on stage packs up their things in arm loads, and the step off the front of the stage, following the host as he makes his way through the crowd. He stops right in front of you and with motion of his arm, indicates to the rest of the people from the stage that they are to set up right there. The musicians start to play and the host calls his usher over who hands him an envelope. He opens it looks at it a moment and hands it to you.
It is your invitationand it has a date stamped on it from 2 months ago. With you jaw dropped, he calls for the usher to bring something else and while the musicians play, a treasure chest is placed in front of you. The host opens the chest and you see a gold-plated typewriter. On the front of it is the word “ROYAL”.
Removing it you ask why he gave it to you and the host responds… “I want to read the rest of your story now that you understand you really do belong here.”
Today you are a wagon, filled beyond your capacity with your payload covered with an old dingy canvas tarp. Your wooden sides are weathered and creaky, held up by a few spindly timbers that look themselves to be nearing a breaking point. Your cargo is held aloft on old wooden pioneer wagon wheels and the wooden spokes are also weathered and worm-holed.
I see you leaning to one side on the edge of a road on a cloud covered, misty dreary day. The road is wide and has solid gravel paving most of the path but one of your wheels has managed to find a very deep rut at the very edge of the roadway and it is lodged deep in that rut, covered deeper by the mud from the wet weather. The other wheel is strong looking, with smooth well varnished spokes and steel capped wooden edging that has had great care taken in its painting and upkeep. It is well situated on the road but is tied by the axle to the wheel which is stuck in the mud so the whole wagon cannot move.
As people walk by they see you stuck on the side but one by one, they notice you and move to the other side of the road casually and pass by trying desperately to appear like they don’t even see you. Some busy themselves specifically while they pass you, by opening books, or rummaging through their handbags, or by engaging in conversations with those they are with. But in each case these activities only begin at the sight of your duress, and end after they pass you by.
Then I see an old beggar man, dressed in grungy looking clothes with a long beard and a weathered face. He walks with a tall straight walking stick and doesn’t look to the left or to the right as he walks along the road. Long before he sees you his path is adjusted and as he approaches you it becomes apparent that his path is directly on course for you. When he gets to you he doesn’t stop to assess anything but immediately gets to work with his bare hands digging down into the mud beside your lodged wheel. When he has dug deep enough, he takes his straight walking stick and lays it on the ground in front of your wheel, lodging it under the lead edge. Then he moves to the front of the wagon and lifts your hitch and begins pulling. With a slow constant gradual movement he easily pulls you out of the ditch and straightens you out onto the middle of the road way. Just as he does, a crowd of people have gathered and are standing around watching.
When I looked up, I saw you driving in a car, with miles of cars behind you. All the drivers are honking their horns at you, and hanging out of their windows, waving their fists at you. I saw you studying them in your rear view mirrors, and hanging your head.
But I looked in front of your car and saw a family of ducks, with wee little ducklings all huddled together on the middle of the road and between you and the ducks I saw an angel, dressed in a construction hat and reflective vest, holding a stop sign in one hand and holding up his other hand in a motion to stop.
Then I heard a voice from heaven saying “Do not be discouraged! Lift up your eyes and look to Me! You are seeking approval from man, but you will not find any there. Yet you still choose to stand against the masses for what is true and what is right. Because you have not bent your will to please man, I will not withhold my will to bless you and to show kindness to you and to give you my favour from this day forward. You will no longer see the faces of discouraging men, but I will change their hearts before you as you stand for even the smallest things. I am making you into a leader and you will become someone people seek out so that they may ask your input on heavy decisions. Continue to stand for what is right.Continue to show compassion on all my creation and continue to be willing to be ridiculed if necessary for your actions but never feel less than who you really are. I have called you special, I have chosen you as my own child and if anyone comes after you in their own frustration, I will crush their assaults and turn their intentions against them so they will make themselves out to be fools and I will put their foolishness on display to discourage others. Never doubt my affections for you and always know that whatever you set your heart to do, I will do with you and provide whatever you need.”
Today you sit in a chair, paralyzed from the neck down. Your arms and legs are bound by flames to the chair and there are flames all around you.
The chair sits in the middle of a pathway surrounded by flames but the path is clear. Just in front of you a white glowing warrior stands leaning on a long blazing sword which itself is made of fire but much whiter and hotter than the flames all around you.
He speaks and water shoots out of his mouth and shoots directly into your heart. It brings a massive jolt of incredible relief and refreshment and you suddenly have white fire reflecting in your own eyes. His words do not make sense to your mind but your body is completely energized by them. He continues to speak until you are fully excited and ready to break free. But he stops then and asks you in English – “Are you ready to repent?”
For a brief moment, all the relief and refreshment stops. You feel the pain of no energy and see the flames locking you in your chair. There is no question you hate where you are sitting, but it is a comfortable dullness. To repent as the glowing warrior asks, means moving into the dangerous unknown. Your thoughts return to the sensations you just experienced by the living water and you reply with a loud “YES!”
The warrior doesn’t speak, but moves around behind you. You watch from the sides of your eyes as you twist your neck, and see the warrior lift the long white sword. With a mighty chop straight down behind you, something severs. There is a painful and enormous jolt of electricity shooting in through your back and radiating to your every nerve. The pain is sudden, sharp and short-lived. Then your body returns to a feeling of normal… there is no more pain, no more discomfort and no sensation of hyperactive energy levels either. The glowing warrior returns to stand in front of you and waits.