|William Blake: Wikimedia Commons|
A few months ago I had an extremely vivid dream that I haven't been able to get out of my mind. Normally, I ignore dreams but, every so often, I'll have a real humdinger - extremely vivid, clear and so spiritual in nature that it just sticks with you and makes you think.
In this particular dream, I entered the front door of a house where a group of people had gathered. People were in small groups of three or four talking quietly, when I happened to gaze out the large picture window at the front of the house and saw a storm, the likes of which I had never seen in my life, heading right toward the house. To call it a hurricane would be an understatement. This storm was like a wall of darkness forcing its way across the land - a wall of black so complete that I knew that we had to move fast to get away from it or it would swallow us up. I screamed to the others in the house, "Run! Get out of here now!"
We ran out the back door and across a field but every time I turned my head to look back the howling wall of blackness was getting closer and closer - there was no way we could outrun it, at least not for long.
The storm had a name and its name was "chaos". It formed out of the disorder in the world and gained strength whenever man gravely sinned. The storm was there because God was not. Meaning, wherever God was not welcome the storm named chaos unleashed its fury. It wanted to consume all in its path and was well on its way to doing so.
Ahead of us in the field was a stone wall.
"Up on the wall!" I cried out.
"Sing songs of praise!"
At this point the storm was right behind us. We scrambled up onto that stone wall and turned to face the storm. We started singing songs of praise as the storm howled its way toward us. Everyone was frightened but kept singing and praising the Lord.
We stood firm as the wall of darkness headed straight for us.
The storm halted in its tracks two feet away from us, as if it had come up against something that it could not break through. We could see nothing but black, though the storm was very loud, as it raged right in front of us.
As the people kept praising the Lord in song, the storm began to dissipate. Within a few minutes a perfect clarity came upon the land. The evening sky lit up with stars. As I was looking up, awe filled my being: there, outlined by stars, was a huge "map" of the United States. The individual states were not marked, just an outline of the US as a whole. Within this "map" were red dots and white "stars" marking areas of the US. The red dots were dull and scattered in various areas throughout the country, sometimes in clusters. The white stars were very bright and you could see them very clearly in each area of the country as well, though there were no clusters like there were with the red dots. In parts of the west, south and northeast there were many more red dots than stars.
Not far from the "map" of the US there were two beasts in the sky outlined in stars. One was reptilian in shape and I couldn't tell what the other was supposed to be. These two beasts were snarling at each other but not attacking. Yet. You could tell they wanted to battle though. I woke up after that.
I don't know what the red dots and white stars were meant to convey in this dream (though I have a guess), nor the two beasts (I have a guess there as well), but I do know that that there is a battle between good and evil going on in this country and that the storm named "chaos" in this dream formed and strengthened due to our sins.
Our sins as individuals, families, and the nation as a whole. Though I may not fully understand this dream and perhaps it meant nothing at all, there is one thing that is clear to me:
There is a storm named chaos and it is here.