Dream: “Night” is Almost Here
9/12/24 5:30 PM
Lloyd Immanuel Acree
I awoke today at a regular time, such as about seven AM. But very soon I found that I could not do anything. My heart felt like it was being ripped, my sorrows piled up to hurt me, and I asked the Lord to stop the pain. I made tea. I listened to terribly sad music for about an hour, then I fell asleep. Then I had this dream:
I felt that I was flying soon, going to a hometown. And I could not feel comfortable about it. What am I going to do there? Why doesn’t the Lord have me do something else?
I got into a van with other brothers in Christ. We pick up another brother as we drive. It seems like a regular day except that we are doing some kind of ministry together. When we arrived at an outdoor table in the city, we had about 10 people or less, sitting together talking random conversation. I addressed the group: I said “You know, in a ministry like this, I am learning that if people have had dozens of evangelist experiences, or where people have had a lot of interesting experiences with the Holy Spirit, we are going to have to pray and ask God if we even need to share our stories because there are so many.”
Then someone handed me two books. These books were beautiful, illustrated, with maps showing all kinds of histories of churches in America, specifically fivefold ministries, with churches doing miracles and prophesying. It was so beautiful although the books were written with plain, brown and orange and black inks, nothing too glamorous. I was shocked that such books were written and I had never heard of all these miracles and things that had been done so thoroughly all over America, being put into a history book. They were like a textbook for school except smaller. Anyone reading this material might have thought, “Wow, How could there be anything left to do for the Lord in America?” As I looked up from these books, I felt inspired to do more. Over my right shoulder away from the table I saw a couple arriving in a vehicle. They must have been just driving into this town looking for adventure or a vacation or shopping. I was about to get up and speak to them about Christ and find out who they are: to share the gospel. I wanted to do ministry. But just then, I could not move. The sorrow hit me in the heart. I was not going to get up and talk to them. They were going to walk away from me without hearing the good news; Maybe somebody else could be given grace to do that, but not me. I was in pain, I was just way too sad. End of dream.
Interpretation
My sorrows are not from human origin. They sometimes hurt my heart so bad that I ask God to stop the pain. I have never gone through anything terrible in life other than some occasional losses of friends and family. Almost all of them were expected, people dying in a ripe age. I should be fine to do all kinds of work and enjoy my life. But the Lord stops me as I grieve for the USA and the world. He often does not let me go about my day. Today was exactly that. My sorrow caused me to lament and struggle and groan until I fell asleep.
Jesus said,
“Night is coming,
When no one can work.”
It appears that we’re out of time because I cannot just do evangelism as I please. God does not allow that. Not for me. The beginning of sorrows.
Sometimes I do go out and have a rare day of street ministry, but it does not come easy.
Be ready to fly from this life at any time to be with the Lord Jesus.
Lloyd Immanuel Acree
Sep 12 2024
