Today, on June 23rd, 2023, as summer was just starting, I hit the sack early. Waking up at 4 am every day tires you out, even on a fun Friday night.
As I fell asleep, my dream was like a perfect painting. The sky was full of colors, and I could hear laughter and the ocean in the distance. I had my guitar with me, and it felt like I was reliving the best times of my life with my friends.
But then, my dream took a twist. I started hearing Metallica’s “Nothing Else Matters” playing softly at first, then louder. As the music played, my dream changed from my memories to scenes like I was in a movie about Metallica’s life.
I saw the band members talking about their friend, Cliff Burton, who had passed away.
Just when I was getting used to watching this like a movie, something creepy happened in my dream. It was like the dream was telling me that someone else was going to pass away soon. It made me feel weird, like when a storm is coming, and everything goes quiet.
Standing there in my dream, it hit me how life has good times and sad times. And through it all, there’s something bigger going on, kind of like a story that’s been going on since the beginning of time.
In these contemporary times, where life whirls at a rapid pace and connections are often transient, I bear an ancient gift cloaked in the fabric of the modern world - the prophetic ability to dream beyond today and gaze into the uncharted waters of the future. This gift, a sacred trust, casts a shadow upon my spirit, for it often brings visions of final breaths and lives drawing to a close before the dawn has had a chance to touch them.
This prophetic mantle I bear is a solemn reminder, akin to a chorus that has resonated through the annals of Biblical history. It is a testament to the unwavering faithfulness of God in fulfilling His promises, promises that are woven through the very tapestry of existence, both of life and death. I am reminded of the Garden of Eden, where humanity, in its innocence, first embraced the earthly realm. The scripture whispers, “for the wages of sin are death,” and in this echo, I perceive the gravity and consequences of our earthly journey. No one is exempt from this, not even the most famous of us.
But behold, in this reflection, there is an illuminating ray of hope that breaks through the somber clouds. For in God's unyielding promise of one chapter’s end, there blossoms the certainty of a new chapter, eternally aglow with life. The Resurrection of Jesus stands as a beacon in this modern age, an undying testament that if God is faithful in the solemnity of His word, He is also unshakable in the boundlessness of His grace.
In this boundless grace, I find a haven for my dreams - a place where the ebbing tides of mortality meet the inexhaustible sea of eternal life. Through the shadowed paths that my dreams tread, I am called to carry my gift not as a burden but as a reminder of the duality of God’s promises.
With each breath, as the world around me races onward, I hold in my heart the weight and lightness of these promises. I stand on the shores of my prophetic calling, and with eyes cast toward the horizon, I am enveloped in the awareness that through Jesus, life knows no end and love knows no bounds.