Winter is over....

 

I’ve been hibernating for awhile...waiting.

 

Things have been quite as the last snowflakes make an almost desperate

attempt to hold onto their grip of winter’s landscape, but quickly surrender to

springtime’s appearance. 

Rummaging through my internet files, I came across an old email I had sent out some time ago.  I had had a dream that bothered me a bit, but I am thinking that this morning the interpretation has finally arrived.  Here is that dream“:

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“Funny, dreams.

 

They can take you on a journey into some strange circumstances and situations.

 

I was in, of all places, some kind of a legislature of elected officials to whom I had been newly elected as a member. As was their custom I suppose, a woman came with a gift wrapped in tissue paper. I opened it, and there was a lovely pink sweater and a note welcoming me to their body of legislators.

 

Several other women stood around and one woman told me that she had read one of my books. That surprised me—I did not expect that anyone involved in law making would have ever done that. But then another person, then another, gathered around my desk and one of them asked me a question: What were my thoughts?---did I have any words to say right then?

 

Just then, the dream ended and I was awake,  but still trying to think what my answer would be. Afterward, I discovered how dry my mouth had become because I had forgotten to turn on the humidifier before I fell asleep. So I got up and attended to that, but found myself still trying to answer that question: “What were my thoughts? did I have any words to say right then?”

 

All that would come to my mind was the moose that had lately been visiting my yard yesterday-- a mama cow and two calves. They were there to enjoy their last feed on what was left of my rose bush and a patch of clover before it would all be covered in this winter's blanket of snow. Then I strangely transferred that exact question to those moose: “What are you thinking? Did you have any words to say right now.?”

 

And as I thought about what, why, and when I am pondering such a silly dream, it occurred to me that those moose were somewhere outside having waited for the sunrise to happen so that they could get about their business of eating breakfast, just as any normal moose would do. And maybe, (if moose have dreams too,) maybe they were thinking about the dream they had just had and were trying to think about what they might say about it were asked. Just like myself.

 

So I asked.

 

Just then, the moon appeared...just a 1/4 sliver, but very bright. And I suddenly knew that answer.  It was contained in the words of Martin Luther King:

“Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter”.

As I thought about what he said, it occurred to me that is one thing surely happening to my country and to the world. 

 

 

Can we learn anything from this apparently silly dream?  I did.  It doesn't take long if we ponder our dreams and wait on the Lord.

 

Those two calves were continually learning from their Mama.---to provide a safe place to bed down at night, nudge them when it was time to wake up and lead them where to eat breakfast. They would browze all day long, looking for food.  While she was alive, they would learn from her the things her Mom had taught her, her Mom before her, and every generation that had ever lived since God created moose.  Their carcasses might have long turned to dust, but the wisdom and knowledge they passed to their children were not just instincts, but they were "moose words", speaking and saying things far more eternal: Both you and I will die when we become silent.

 

Unfortunately, my generation is fast disappearing—I am not speaking about old bodies giving in to inevitable death, but the passing of the ideals and values it was taught and once treasured and stood for. The generations before it are decaying in graves or have returned to dust, useless relics buried in landfills.  But only physically. For as long as they did not forget eternal truths and passed them to their offspring, things that mattered would be instilled as hope.  Mama moose's eyes are ever watchful for dangers, her ears listening for the slightest sound of it, for to be silent would inevitely not only signal her death, but the death of her children as well. 

 

God is speaking to us...my generation, in this dream. We are a voice, howbeit one we often may think of ourselves as forgotten and our words ignored. But we must not forget that there are people around us wanting to know and hear what we have to say and willing to learn---a generation blindly wandering around looking for rest, for food, for safety and hope they were denied from parents who left them to fend for themselves or orphaned by the tragedies in this sinful world.  Their pain is everywhere, seeking temporary ephoria in drugs and sex that might briefly calm their fears and physical cravings, but never blot  out their loneliness and erase tormenting thoughts of hopelessness. 

 

God has chosen you, brothers and sisters of my generation, and placed us among children, searching and thirsting for that Word of truth that rises just as faithful as the moon, the sun, and the stars above..  When they see us get up on our feet to see and rise with it and follow the One that never leaves us nor forsake us, they might learn what real euphora is.

 

And that as long as I remember to keep drinking from the fountain of living water, I won’t wake up with my mouth dry with nothing to offer anyone.  None of us will”.

 

 

Hold on, friends.  Here is what comes to me this morning:

 

Thinking of that email, I also remember what winter means to a mama bear.  She has to store up lots of food in her body in anticipation of the long time hibernating.  But when springtime arrives, that’s when it’s time to vacate, and she will be hungry...very hungry.

 

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Don’t be fearful or anxious concerning what has happened in Syrian yesterday...Russia (Gog) has been roused from her

den, and has cubs with her, also hungry.

 

Unfortunately, the tendency is to now back away—a warning shot has been launched.  Surely that will be enough.

 

Not so, friends.  Best time is now—Gog has arrived with an empty stomach, but with little strength to forage.  She will immediately begin to fill her hungry mouth, devouring everything edible to feed both herself and every satellite (cubs).  She will teach them how to forage...

 

Ezekiel 38 is being fufillled at this moment.  Syria’s capital is Damascus, the world’ oldest city.  Did not Isaiah prophesy, “Damascus is taken away from being a city, and it shall be a ruinous heap?”. Some 400,000 innocent civilians have been brutally slaughtered in Syria—that includes Christians!.

 

Our recent attack on their chemical and biological weapon factories will not suffice to delay this erupting volcano.  We have seen only the puffs of smoke annoucing things to come. 

 

Israel sits waiting...

 Prepare yourselves.  Pray, saints.

 

(Incidently, a pink sweater suddenly appeared in my closet recently—it had been packed away months .

 

MARY E ADAMS