I had a dream: “It’s Time to Dance”

By Julie Myers

I had a dream[1]. The Lord came to me and said, “I want you to meet My friends.” I was excited because I thought I was going to meet Isaiah, Peter or Moses. He took me by the hand and we flew loop-de-loops through the sky like we were in a cartoon. Even though we were extremely high above the ground, I was so aware of not being afraid; I loved just holding His hand and feeling the wind on my face.

Suddenly His countenance changed. He set His face intently toward Earth and we started heading directly toward the ground in a head-first dive. I thought, Surely we aren’t going to hit the ground. But when I looked at His face, I could see fierce determination in His eyes.

Therefore I have set My face like a flint; And I know that I will not be ashamed.

Isaiah 50:7

I knew He had already decided what He was going to do. He was not going to turn around. I felt horrible dread come over me as we kept descending, even though I was holding His hand.

We didn’t crash. We exploded right through the ground like a scene from an action movie. I could see the impact as we blasted through the ground. I could hear the earth exploding around us as we traveled through rock, water, and burning fire. The sound was deafening, like the sound of a rocket being launched. I felt the earth pounding my head and rattling my body, and I could feel my skin burning and tearing. I was in immense pain in my dream, yet the Lord’s face never turned to the left or right; His eyes were fixed straight ahead.

Suddenly we burst through the other side of the Earth. I stood there looking at my body for a moment, in shock at what had just happened. My skin was lacerated. My body was weak and aching. I was crying because I was in so much pain. I thought, Surely He sees how badly I am hurt and how badly my skin is wounded and torn…Jesus was aware of my pain, but He made it known that it was not about me. He said to me, “I want you to meet My friends.”

He began walking. As I followed Him, I noticed that we were in a very crowded place. I knew it was India. There were little children everywhere who were suffering. I saw some lying on the ground with flies crawling on their skin. As they passed from their horrible circumstances into the next life, He was there for each one the moment they awakened in eternity. I saw beautiful young girls in cages, with whom He continually stood. The Lord calls these seemingly forgotten ones His friends. Not one of them is forgotten in His eyes.

The sadness of what I was seeing, along with the agonizing pain my body felt, left me in tears. The Lord came over to look me in the eye. I thought He had finally noticed my pain and was coming to comfort me. Instead, He revealed my self-centered response and invited me to feel His heart: “Until your heart is torn like your flesh is now, you do not know how I feel about My friends.”

He wanted me to feel the pain of the cuts in my skin so I could understand how His heart is torn. I saw children dying, mothers taking their last breath, young girls being sold, and disease spreading. It was more than I could handle. He said again, “Until your heart is torn like your flesh is now, you do not know how I feel about My friends. You do not know Me.”

As I looked at the staggering injustice all around, to my surprise, He came near me to reveal His secret weapon against it. He whispered, “It is time to dance.”

He began a rhythmic, tribal stomp. His perfect feet with their scars of passion were bringing justice by stomping out the injustice done to His friends. He said again, “Until your heart is torn in two, you do not know how I feel about My friends. You do not know Me.”

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1 “Reprinted by permission.  (‘Dreams and Supernatural Encounters’) Julie Meyer, copyright 2011, Destiny Image Publishers Inc.   All rights reserved.”

 

REFLECTIONS:

1.  Give the first word that comes to your mind when you think about these children in India.

2.  In this dream the Lord wanted to show Julie her lack of compassion for those who are suffering. Could you too, lack compassion?

3.  How does this show up personally in your life?