It was so real, it was as though I was actually there.
Dreams can be that way sometimes.
The early morning sun lit up the entire eastern sky and streamed into my hotel window which looked out over the vast, immeasurable ocean. It was going to be a beautiful day!
I looked out the window expecting to see the ocean stretching out in all its beauty from one side of the horizon to the other. But a normal view of the ocean was not what met my eyes.
Instead, the water had receded so far that the shoreline plunged at a 45 degree angle, and at the bottom of that slope was a sudden rise that looked like a short plateau. I was totally not expecting to see that.
When the wave came back, the water had to have been up to the base of our hotel, though I could not be sure of that from my vantage point.
On the beach I could see a Caucasian family, sleeping in the morning sun. The mom and dad woke up when the first wave almost reached them. They looked dazed and puzzled.
Their two children did not get washed away in that wave, but they did get covered with sand.
I was very concerned for the people on the beach but felt no fearful tug for myself or anyone in the hotel. I wanted to yell to the parents to hurry and get their children to safety before the next wave, but I was in the hotel, in a corner room, two or three stories up. There was a wall between myself and them on the southern side, and I didn’t know if the window on the east was even the type that could open.
Then I woke up.
The dream was so real that I got on the internet that very day to see if there had been a tsunami anywhere in the world. Which I couldn’t find anything. I even checked info on Antarctica and melting glaciers. I couldn’t find anything recent on either.
So, I decided to use the dream as an allegorical picture, a parable, as it were.
In our busy western culture, we often go about our days aware of only what our eyes can see and our senses can perceive. For many, eternity and judgment are far from their thoughts. They are unaware of the gospel, of God’s Presence, and of their lost condition. They are in a place of danger and need to be warned.
When the parents are oblivious of their own lostness, they also put their children in spiritual danger. They all need someone to break down the walls that separate the saved from the unsaved.
We, who are saved already, are safe from eternal judgment, but we are not supposed to keep the message to ourselves. We are commanded to go out and share it with others.
We may not be able to break through walls that have been put up by those who refuse to listen, but we can, with God’s help, break through walls that we, ourselves, have put up.
- Walls of fear,
- Preoccupation with our own busyness,
- Inclination to turn our eyes away from the needs of others,
- And maybe you can think of others.
We have built these walls ourselves, brick by brick, and we need to implore the Lord to help us bring them down, so that we can reach a lost and dying world with the Gospel of Jesus Christ.
We need to get out of our comfort zones. It’s not about us; it’s about HIM.
We must tell them how Christ took their judgment on Himself, so that they, too, can find salvation through Him.
“He was wounded for our transgressions; He was bruised for our iniquities, and the chastisement of our peace was upon Him, and by His stripes we are healed.” Is. 53:5
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