Prophecy of Fireworks

A dream last night:

(Of course, there were things happening before and things that happened after. And those bits seem to be the same recurring message: Escape from the tired and miserable place, where men and women walk like zombies and cannot rejoice. Escape the place that cares of money, fame, and things that are small. But at the center was a dream that connected to my heart, and my mind could not evade it. It kept rattling through there all night and day and night again. Until finally, I saw what it meant.)

I was standing in a field. The yard that belonged to my grandmother when I was very young. I stood beside my wife, who was acting reckless, self-assured, and silly with joy. She had a firework in her hand. A decent sized rocket and looked to ignite it. Around her were the remains of many other rockets she had let fly already. She put the rocket down on the ground and lit the wick. But as she backed up, she purposefully let it topple over and land on its side. In a panic, I dropped to the ground and turned my back to it, shielding my ears and face. The thing exploded. Dust, smoke, debris, scratches, scrapes, bruises everywhere. I turned back to her, and she was standing and smiling. “It’s okay,” she said, “I have more!” And she threw back a blanket near her to reveal two more boxes of nine rockets.

I believe God is saying that some have felt like they are stuck in a place that feels as if they went all the way back to the beginning. A place that makes them miserable and worrisome that they have wasted their time. But God, meanwhile, has been firing off many rockets and joyful moments in your life. Moments of revival. Moments of breakthrough. You just lost sight of them. And now it was time for one to seemingly blow up in your face. You covered yourself up, afraid. You got bruised, beat up, and can’t see clearly through the smoke and debris. But the Holy Spirit has many more rockets to go. There are more testimonies and more moments of revival on the way! And two by nine they shall come. Whether by the union of others or division with them, his completion will take place. Trust Him and let go. It’s okay to let the reckless and “silly” Spirit have its way.

Beloved, do not think it strange concerning the fiery trial which is to try you, as though some strange thing happened to you; but rejoice to the extent that you partake of Christ’s sufferings, that when His glory is revealed, you may also be glad with exceeding joy. If you are reproached for the name of Christ, blessed are you, for the Spirit of glory and of God rests upon you. On their part He is blasphemed, but on your part He is glorified. But let none of you suffer as a murderer, a thief, an evildoer, or as a busybody in other people’s matters. (1 Peter 4:12-15)

I believe something has been happening slowly to the Church that we must take account of. We have adopted a “victim-mentality”. Afraid of the future, sad about the present, and passive-aggressively manipulating and gossiping like busy-bodies.

Let us remember God instructed us to rejoice in our sufferings. They are not the sign of defeat, but the sign of glory, and the Lord is not slack (2 Peter 3:9)

The Enemy roams like a lion (1 Peter 5:8). He is like the distorted reflection of a man in a window at night. Come to convince you and me he is out there—a bogeyman waiting for us to rest so that he may strike. An aberration and ghost returning to his own vomit and repeating his folly. But a ghost has only the power we give it. Therefore, Satan is the “king of passive aggression” coming to tell us how terrifying he is, but unable to do anything with it. He is the “king of victims”, sitting at the bottom, with his backside frozen in ice like Dante told us, bored and lonely over all the victims of the world. And his desire is nothing more than to convince you that you must sit frozen with him.

But what are you afraid of if not only the potential of danger and worry of tomorrow?

What could happen to you today that could take you out of Christ’s arms?

For even death would only take you to them sooner.

You have a guard dog in the room, an angel on the watchtower, and a father up all night. Rest in the night.

Rejoice and let go of what “you don’t have”. Because you never had anything but blood and air when you entered this world, regardless—a slobbery wet mess coming from your mother’s womb. And so shall be yours forever. The Blood and the Breath.

He has more Rockets. More Revival. More to fire off. Clean yourself up and rejoice with your true love! Prepare for the next explosion. It may look bad today. Beaten, bruised, battered, and blurry. REJOICE! He is with you. And nothing can take that away. Do not become an evildoer, busybody, manipulator, or gossip. The father of lies defines those things, and your father is the Father of Peace and Joy. You are not a victim. Stop acting like it. Stop preaching it. Stop expecting it. How would someone walk that has the King of the Universe with them? How high should your head be? How broad your shoulders? How established your step? How reckless the firework display?

Go get ‘em, you wild creature.