Last night I dreamed a horrible dream. It has haunted me to the point where I can no longer delay sharing it. Understand that I am not a prophet, nor do I claim to have the biblical gift of prophecy. But…this is my dream.
I was in my own town. Familiar streets and places. Yet I was very far away. It seemed like evening, but I couldn’t really tell. The sky was dark, but not black. More of a strange gray greenish color.
As I walked around, I was surrounded by violence—and its evidence. Broken things. Broken relationships. People using profanity to the point where printable language was merely the mortar between the bricks of their vulgar expressions.
I heard people plotting vengeance…making violent plans. My own life was threatened. Though I hurried to leave, my shoes were mired in a landscape of brown ooze with a gripping power far greater than common mud.
When home at last, I shared the scene with my wife. And one of us—I’m not sure who—quietly assessed, “This is the hand of God removed.”
And then I woke up, deeply stirred by the dream. I’m not suggesting that this is “a vision for all mankind.” Yet it does seem like a reliable picture of what a society becomes with the hand of God removed. Consider America:
- The debauchery that increasingly defines our sexual norms—it’s the hand of God removed.
- The ignorance and arrogance of our scientific community—worshipping the “natural” while deploring any worship of the God of the supernatural—it’s the hand of God removed.
- The rise of corporate greed and treachery toward human beings—it’s the hand of God removed.
- The move away from our historical support of Israel—it’s the hand of God removed.
Could it be those gray green skies I saw in my dream are something of a forecast for a nation unaware? The hand of God removed….