I awoke in the middle of the night and felt the need to write this dream down. Very seldom do I dream or at least I have no recollection of one. This dream was so vivid that not only could I see but, feel as it were real.
There were many phases of this dream but the part most vivid was the race. I cannot tell you what kind of race it was just a race with hundreds of people involved. The gun went off and the herd of humanity stormed off toward some unknown finish.
I was running as hard as my strength would allow. My legs weakened. My mind was exhausted trying to call upon all the energy within, finally I gave up. I lay on the ground barely able to breath. The mass of runners ran over my body trampling me further into the ground. I was lost. Not another once of life within me. I had given up.
That race was the first of two. The next race was to be the next day. I had to compete but how could I? I was drained both physically and within. There was no fight left in me. As I lay in my bed crying with anguish, I prayed. That was all I could do , there was no hope in me.
Somehow I made it to the start. The crowds were gathering and I felt the fear whelm up within me. Again I prayed. The gun went off and I lept forward with every ounce of energy I could muster. I was running free and with ease. During the race it became harder and harder to continue. My legs and entire body were giving out. I must press on. The finish was in sight but I could not continue. I collapsed on the ground. Face down in the dirt and was about to give up once again. I had nothing left within.
I lay there for a moment in despair. Suddenly, I thought I must try. I must continue. My legs would not cooperate. They would not stand up no matter how I begged them. I struggled to my knees, put my arms out in front of me and clawed the ground with my hands, pulling myself forward. Faster and faster I clawed and pulled. The finish was near. Could I make it? I know I had to try or I would simply die there on that ground. The pain was too much but I must continue. With the last burst of energy in my body and soul I pulled this torn body across the line. I had won, but I was all alone. No one else was coming. Where were all the people?
When I awoke from this dream I was bothered. I knew it had a purpose for me,but what? I prayed for understanding. When I went to my computer to write down the dream the answer of it’s meaning was clear. Twelve years ago I had a different dream that caused me to change the focus of my life. In that dream I was shown a war. Not the kind of war that we are used to, but a war between spirits. The spirits of the Dark covered the Earth. The Dark spirits held power over all. There was no hope in the world. Millions of the side of the Light were being eliminated. I saw a figure bring to me a Banner, a Banner with a Cross. This figure said the only hope for me and my kind was this Cross. Bring this Cross to the faithful, let them rally to Christ’s ensign, and they can prevail.
I spent the next 12 years attempting to bring that message to The Body of Christ. Every door I knocked on was closed. Every request I made was unanswered. I contacted over 2200 Churches and not one would answer. No one would help. They were all complacent. None wanted to rock their boat. No one wanted to help rally the sleeping Family of Christ. There was fear everywhere. I decided that I had no fight left within and my family was suffering because of a mission I alone seemed to share.
That was the purpose of this dream. To tell me, don’t give up. The war is real. The end in near. Keep going no matter how much pain it causes me. Christ gave His all for me, I can give something back.
Rev. Maxwell Diener