Dec 3, 2019 7:17 PM
Dream this morning, December 3rd, 2019.
I had invited many people to church with me. Seven others had decided to come with me to church. Two uncles, two daughters, and others I don’t remember. By the time service started I couldn’t find them. They had left. I don’t know why they didn’t stay.
I noticed many weird things about this church. The singing was off, like the focus was only on the pretty sound. Also, every free space in the church was taken up by the selling of fake jewelry. There was also a spirit tempting me to steal the jewelry.
Afterward, there was a truck load of stuff that the church had decided to get rid of. A new friend and I went to see if there was anything we wanted. There were several old vessels and an ancient water fountain. My friend picked out a vessel, and I, the water fountain. However, they change their minds when they saw we wanted them and refused to part with the items. My friends and I then left to take care of our families.
End of dream.
When I woke up and started having my quiet time with the Lord, I began writing down this message. As I begin writing I realized the Lord was speaking.
” A terrible judgment upon this church. They drove away the lost. Vanity, corruption, and thievery are found in their walls. Repent, for the terrible judgement of the Lord will soon sweep away the wicked and thresh the chosen. Oh, what can I say of this generation. They are worthy of the wrath of Almighty God poured out undiluted. They neither see, nor hear, smell, nor taste. Their senses are dead. They are doubly dead. Come out from her, my Bride! Come out from among the stench of rotting corpses. The true state of the church has been revealed. Floodwaters will cleanse, fire will purify. Hot coals from the altar remove the guilt. Rise up, my Bride. Rise Up On Eagle’s Wings.
End of message.
The night before I was reading and pondering Judges 11, the story of Jephthah.
His story also goes into the first half of chapter 12. In my spirit I feel like his story is somehow connected to this dream and message, but I haven’t received the revelation of how exactly it fits together. Maybe someone can help me out with that. And if you have the interpretation for the dream that would also be appreciated.
May we, the bride, be knit together as one. Psalm 122:3 “Jerusalem is a well-built city, knit together as a single unit.”
With love, Seemah