The room was small and dimly lit. One bare bulb hung above the door reflecting off the white walls. I had come to this place surrounded by fields of grain, in the middle of nowhere, during the daylight hours, but night had fallen, and with it, a thick, inky, impenetrable black darkness under a moonless and starless sky. The only patch of light outside came from the open doorway of this room. Beyond that, one could not see his hand in front of his face.
Inside, sitting tensely in a chair in front of the only entrance slouched an evil-looking man. His eyebrows slanted in anger and his eyes glinted with bitter hate. In one hand he held up a plain, white piece of paper, and in the other, he gripped a large utility knife with the razor blade exposed. I watched as he menacingly slashed at the paper over. and over. and over. again, decisively slicing it with angry strokes.
The paper took on a weakened, flimsy demeanor under the onslaught of the razor-sharp blade, and I had no doubt that he wished he could use that blade on me, as well.
But fortunately, we were not alone.
On the side of the room farthest from the light bulb, standing guard in the shadows of the tiny kitchenette and watching over me, stood the Elderly One with a caring, concerned face. The Elderly One had invited me here and shown me hospitality and also offered me protection. No evil could befall me in this place. I was safe in here.
And sitting with his back to me, and vigilantly facing the evil man, was my father.
He spoke the first words I had yet heard, words aimed at this evil man.
“Get lost!” he commanded.
His voice carried an air of authority, veiled anger, and a threat.
With an air of defeat, the still-angry man rose stiffly to his feet and stormed outside. The darkness swallowed him up quickly, without a trace.
But now I was afraid. My car was out there in that same Darkness somewhere. I would be in danger if I left. Who knew where that embodiment of evil was lurking, lying in ambush?!
What was I to do?
Then I woke up.
The dream was so bizarre; it was as if it meant something, and I needed to understand it.
So, I talked to my heavenly Father about it. What did this all mean?
He assured me that I am invited to dwell in the shelter of the Most High, and to abide under the shadow of the Almighty. He reminded me that I am “in Christ”.
The room itself symbolized God the Son.
The Spirit had invited me there and offered me hospitality and protection in the shadow of the Almighty.
The Father stands between me and the evil one as my shield and protector. He speaks with authority to the enemy of my soul, who wants to rip my life to shreds with his sharp accusations, destroy me, and render me ineffective in the furthering of God’s kingdom.
And, Christ has totally cleansed me from all sin. He took my punishment, the ripping and slashing, in my place. It is by the blood of the Lamb that we have overcome. The accuser of the brethren no longer has any rights over me, in spite of my sin, for Christ paid the price in full. I am free! (John 8:34,36; Revelation 12:10-12)
The triune God surrounds me and gives me sanctuary! (Psalm 139:5; Psalm 32:7 & 34:7)
He wants me to let my little light shine, but I dare not leave His shelter and move out into the darkness of this world without Him! This is more important than I had formerly thought.
It is imperative!
1 Peter 5:8 tells us to be on the alert because that evil one is out there prowling like a lion, seeking whom he may devour.
But Christ brings me in to his banqueting table; His Banner over me is Love. (Song of Solomon 2:4)
Jehovah prepares a table before me in the presence of mine enemies. (Psalm 23:5)
All I need is to remain in His shelter, not venturing out into the dangerous darkness unless He moves there with me, surrounding me with His mighty Presence all the way.
“Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me;…. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy will follow me all the days of my life: And I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever.” Psalm 23:4-6
“He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will abide in the shadow of the Almighty. I will say to the Lord, “My refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust!” Psalm 91:1,2 NASB
As I move daily under His direction, the light He shines through me may be the only light the dark world around me may see.
Are you dwelling in the shelter of the Most High? Can you imagine yourself in this dream? Does it comfort you to know that Jesus has overcome and offers you freedom and shelter from evil?
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