Behold in a dream of night season ...I found myself in the day light of the world ...as satan appeareth as the lighted angel ...so is this hoping worldly ... in all its hopeless worldliness ...
Now the place where I found myself was a city park ...and a jungle it was ...filthy and twisted vines ...even in the idea of it ...and a place set aside by the worldly so the herded hordes of the peoples ...have at least some place... that has a similitude of the worthy earth ...in the cauldrons of concrete, glass and power lines of the city ...and the herds of people are allowed to "relax" there ...in their park .
Now as I stood in the wretched place ...I found myself near to a man well suited in the world ...yet within his expensive suit ...he was near ... the end of "his life" ...and his filthy suit of the worldly was stained ...covered in filth ...and soaked with the vomit of his speaking ...as he tried to speak ...only vomit came up from his bowels ...from the head ache of his nightmare...sore vexed and burdened of the world ...and sick of the life... the world ...the worldly had given him ...and he wallowed on the ground in the pity of himself ...how that nothing he had done (himself) had worked out ...and his life ..."his life" ...was worthless. And there was a bag with him ...and within the bag ...the empty drunkiness against the world ...and he had consumed much of the drunkiness of the world ...till his flesh was sick ...till his mind was questioned ...till his thoughts were questioned ...till his heart was questioned ...till his soul was near death...and he found it all worthless ...worldly worthless...all that he had ...consumed of the world was gone ...gone in his drunkiness ...all of his words fell on deaf ears ...for his words had turned to vomit ...from his drunkiness in the and of the world ...his own ...all of his own desires and thoughts were worldly ...as is the cobwebs of his understanding ...his own understanding ...the web of ...that he had believed in ...in his worldly heart ...all was gone ...and he layed by the park bench weeping ....
And I looked at the man ...and he looked up at me ...and his face was the face of one dying ...losing his soul ...and his eyes were the eyes of desperate sorrow ...as he fought to keep his soul ...whether his life be gone or not ...and his heart held on to the last fiber of his soul ...as it was fleeing ...from him ...from the world ...and his worldliness that was in his heart ...and yet there remained that fiber ...that very rein of his heart ...that very rain ...that reign of his heart ...only that last fiber of the reign of his heart ...held on to his soul ...from leaving him ...
And the ragged man ...crawled groping to the park bench ...and suffered to have some peace ...and there kneeling at the park bench ...he prayed to the living God ...
Yes on the park bench he prayed ...on the altar were 10,000 times 10,000 asses sat ...to take comfort in the world ...at that altar he prayed for his soul ...to the living God.
And now I was astounded ...within the dream ...for I found my self in a church ...and among many who were lingering there waiting for the services to begin ...and we were in the outer parts of the church ...waiting to be let in ...into the inner chapel... the inner sanctomb ...the atar room ...and there were many women and men there ...there ...all dressed up in their proud garments ...showing each other their covering ...and wears ...and the women chatted about this and that ...and who was there and who was not; and what they might be doing ...who should (according to them ) gather up with them ...and the men there too ...chatted of business ...money and their proud efforts of their own accomplishments ...and regarding the women ...the men ...stood in silent agreement with the judgement of the women ...
Now there appeared a high table ...in the midst of the waiting area ...and it seemed that at this high table ...all manner of worthiness ...was discussed ...who was worthy in the church ...where was this one ...whooo had done this and whoooo had done that ...who was worthy and whoooo was not ...and where was this one and where was that one ...and so on and so... on did they discuss ...the weight and weigh the worthiness of those who weren't there ...or that they might becoming ..or might not ...or wether they were justified ...or not ...in not coming ...and so it was that the hole place; was consumed with such discussion .....disgusting discussion...
And ...these did ask me ...who are you? ..and questioned me ...or wondered ...who I was and where I was from and on and on ...probing ...prodding ...wanting to know the worldly matters of my being there ...who are you? ...what sect I might be from? ...when did I find out about their church ? where I worked? ...who did I know ...? all these matters were discussed disgustingly at the high table ...within the church ...before the entering into the...altar room of their whorship ...
Now at this last question ...who did I know ? ...within the dream a vision came to me ...of the man at the park bench ...and I said I had met a man at a park bench ...yet I did not know him ...yet it was ..as if by him some how ...I was shown this church ...and they all said ...that they hoped that man (at the park bench) would get himself into this church too ...and I thought about it ...
Now ...at the far end ...of the long hall way ...near the door that lead ...to the altar area of the church ...the high minister of these peoples stood ...ready to start their "services" ...and he motioned to the crowd ...from within his glorious garment of churchliness ...that they might now "enter in" ...to the altar room of their whorship ...and hear the words of his mouth...and the peoples exalted of him to me saying ...there he is... there he is...that's our minister ...
And behold ...from afar off ...and in an instant ...the eyes of the minister was shown me ...even all of the whole minister was shown me ...for he was the man at the park bench ...and he had changed ...but did he only change his clothes? ...for the red faced man ...that man of esau ...the dead or dying man was still within ...the robeliness ...yet the peoples of the church knew him not ...
God knows what he preached that day ...and whethersoever ...the minister will live ...
Save only this I know for surity ...of verity ...of God and his Son; Christ Jesus ...on the blind and the unknowing within these churches of men ...he will have mercy ...yet upon the ministers ...it is plain ...serve God ...not the gossips in your congregations ...serve God... not the agenda of the church organizaton ...serve God ....serve not the world ...serve God... not yourselves ...serve God... not your own thinking ...serve God... not your own understanding ...serve God...not your own scholiarship ...serve God not unGoly imaginations of God...which are the words you might speak as from yourself ..and not of God ...
Speak not from your own worldly hearts ...as if it is from God ...and know ...your soul hangeth by the very reigns of your heart ...and who reigns it it ? ...if not Christ Jesus ...then who ? ...who has power to move in your heart ? Your wife ? Your children ? Your church? ...yourself ? ...your own agenda ...your own desires ...doing what you ...what you "think" is right ...and Not what HE tells you do ? ...Who do you serve ...? Him or yourself ...or anything or anyone else ? ...Mark this ...this is measure and the weight of it ...be very carefull for your souls sake...of the reins of your heart ...least you be counted as a hireling ...paid in full ...with the wages of the world ...for your speaking ...any of the Word ...
and lose your soul ...in the balance ...
See ministers for money ...in hell ...
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