Civil War

Imminent implosion or just a dream?

I have told you about my dreams before here. I have had a reoccurring one since I was 8 or so that I have never had the right interpretation before. Maybe one day, God will just tell me? But this isn’t about that. It’s about a 3 dreams I had shortly after the current president was sworn in all in one night. They were wildly vivid. I woke up and called my husband. I wrote them out to my best friends. I wrote about it at the end of my 17 page paper on Ezekiel to my professor, insuring that most of what I said would remain locked in a vault of 4 people.

Before I had the dreams, I was praying after the election, on my face actually. I felt as though something terrible was on the cusp. It was the same feeling I had when Qanon stuff started circulating and it was absolutely demonic. I called several friends to say, whatever you do, don’t even look in that direction. Don’t read it, don’t toy with it, don’t listen to people talk about it. It’s a disease. And it was, and it stole people’s souls and we are still living in the aftermath of believing lies, inability to see truth, and our willingness to worship political idols with outlandish myths. I don’t mean to make this political, it is not political in the sense of who I have liked as our nations leaders (keep in mind, I’m a registered republican who lands moderate). But I was more concerned about the idol of Christian nationalism. To be clear, I don’t think all DT voters are Christian nationalists and I don’t think all democrats are raging marxists. This alone will get me in hot water, but I have something urgent to say and I refuse to bow down to cancel culture or keyboard warriors. Listen or don’t. Take it to the Lord and seek clarity. I am not sure what to make of it myself. I have held it mostly alone for 10 months.

I heard two words: “civil war”.

When I was little, I had a dream of people in neat rows in neat lines who were engulfed in flames, all adults— but their faces, bodies, and clothing were still intact. The fire was coming out of their mouths and eyes, the mouths were agape. They were like clothed zombies with limp arms on a giant, pedicured, green-grass lawn with a large circular drive. I drove by with my grandparents and I was in the back seat peeled to the window. It does not feel positive to think about. We looked out the window like, “How did this happen?”. We were sort of astonished, troubled even. I saw an arial view of the White House with all this ballroom talk and I thought the circle drive and pedicured lawn looked familiar. Perhaps it is people sucked souless, devoted to power and possessed by a spirit that burns up their consciences until they are willing and able to act in ways that are incongruent to Christ and His teachings.

Or maybe not.

What is important is that in one recent dream I talked about, the people were dancing around a globe like idol at night with fire and laughing and raucous behavior. And “Jake”, who I think was some kind of prototype for Jesus was not troubled but only on a mission (to Target lol) and made sure we stayed the course. He did not want us to be bothered by even looking in that direction. I wrote about that here. But in the last dream, I was getting ready to take the stage to speak, and a family member was trying to distract me with pulling me off stage and made me think I was getting on stage—but they were taking me deeper and deeper through a house that was like an endless, frustrating maze. I know this is weird. I was trying to get back to the speaking event but by the time I was heading there, the crowd, divided on both sides, were throwing things and sneering at each other and they basically imploded on themselves. And I was just watching it like, “How in the world did this happen? To us?”

The word civil war came in January. I thought it meant that perhaps we avoided a civil war bc it was such a contentious election and if the other side had won, there would have been revolt? I couldn’t make sense of it. The 3 dreams came after I was writing a 17 page paper on Ezekiel in February. DO I recommend doing a deep dive in Ezekiel and then going to sleep? Probably not! It’s very apocalyptic after all.

The next week, our neighbors who don’t know the Lord, came over and were discussing how hard it feels to be an American (mind you, it would get way worse and we didn't know it). He said, “It feels like we’re in a civil war. But with words and division. And information. And we’re just fighting each other constantly.” My husband and I made eyes at each other. I thought that perhaps this was a good interpretation for the moment. But the division is playing out so aggressively still, I don’t know where it will end. It feels like there will be some sort of fever pitch. I know God is dividing the church based on allegiance, exposing evil deeds, getting rid of those who have built alliances with politics, idols of power and money, sexual and financial abuse. I am happy for it. Those things that have been hidden will all come to the light, praise God.

Civil unrest and instability is coming and is frankly already here. I feel uneasy in my spirit and very troubled. We are sort of frogs in a pot of water that is getting hotter and hotter and we might not realize it. But the water is hot tub level for me! And I don’t mean to scare anyone because the counterfeit prophets/systems/churches/leaders have misled people and they are going to be held accountable. A great national implosion will sound like doom and gloom if you don’t believe that Jesus is on the throne and that while the world will be shaky, spiritually, many will be hungry for God and will be drawn to him and He will prevail. I think many who were blinded with Christian nationalism and political idol worship will also have the scales fall off their eyes, repent and, come back to God. That’s really good news!

And this is my prayer. There is nothing to be afraid of, though it is tempting to despair. But I would admonish all of us to get high and tight on your prayer life. On giving up habits that are not congruent with Christ. There must be a maturity to be able to hear His voice in this liminal space of not in it, but moving toward it. Really, we need people who are strong in the Lord for the coming time here at the end of the year. Ironically, my professor mentioned that Ezekiel means, “The Lord is my Strength.” At the end of that book, after the people have been accused of political and wealth idolatry and are almost destroyed because of their treatment of the foreigner, poor, the weakest among them— they do repent and God breathes new life into dry bones. It looks hopeless and then it flourishes wildly. Then end is a picture of restoration that comes after judgement!

If I haven’t lost you by now, well bravo. Thanks for listening. I don’t want to mislead anyone, so I pray that you take my words to the Lord and ask Him for clarification. I do tremble at using God’s name in vain and pray that He burns up anything said here which is not congruent with His character.

Comment and let me know what you think. Any “Jospehs” out there who can interpret dreams are welcomed. :)

Much love,

Jami