The Church in Ruins

by Rebecca Olmstead on January 23, 2014

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Blessings Friends,

I have to share with you a dream I was given early this morning.

I dreamed I went to church with my family. It was a very small, crowded room. In fact, we were squeezing into the front row, which was pressed up against the pulpit.

There were some people there who had refused Christ because they were so angry with God about circumstances in their lives. Now they sat, humbled and contrite, and ready to receive God’s Word.

The pastor joked with me, that he often got “carried away” when he preached and hoped he didn’t step or fall on us. I told him it was all right, as long as he didn’t fall out of the big windows behind him.

That’s when I realized that our meeting place was raised up above ground level. I looked out the windows, on the city below, and was shocked to see burned out houses. Some burned to the ground. The pastor said, “That’s nothing. You should see the churches.”

Then we were at ground level, walking through a graveyard of church ruins. It looked like the set of a WWII movie. Nothing was left standing but parts of brick walls. There were some men trying to mortar broken brick together, but I could tell even they knew it was useless.

I had a strong sense of one building being a Catholic Church, which makes sense since The Roman Catholic Church was the beginning of the organized church. Organized by man, that is. I’m not saying it was the only denomination. It just represented organized religion. Specifically, “Christianity.”

I was also aware that people had walked through these ruins and set broken bricks on what was left of the walls, as Jews set stones when visiting a grave.

Lord, have mercy on us! Holy Spirit, move the hearts of Your children to repentance, that we might be saved from the day of God’s wrath!

Sanctify us for the latter rain, and prepare us for the harvest!

Amen!

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