In this dream, I had a viewpoint of watching this really angry and discriminative preacher infront of a pulpit and there was a spotlight on him. And as he preached many empty condemning words to a βnon-existentβ crowd (there were no people at all in front of this preacher), this preacher’s words spoken became, like fire, a fire that was destructive. The more he spouted, the more this wooden-built church building was burning because of this fire that he was causing by his words, and it burnt ferociously, while the spotlight was on him.
Meanwhile, the viewpoint pans from me watching this preacher, pans down, to this underground church below the preacher upstairs.
These underground church was in the dark but then I saw myself entering this underground church through a narrow passageway and knocked on a door made of oak wood. I was holding out a simple candle in a lamp for navigation, and when I was in this underground church holding the light, my brothers and sisters hovered around me and hugged me and some wept and I too wept with them, like we’ve re-united having never seen each other in real person.
Then they asked me if I had brought my Bible and then I held out my scroll with them which was my Bible and opened up the scroll.
We all began reading our Gospel together and became encouraged together as we fellowshipped together in God’s Word.
“17 The words of the wise heard in quiet are better than the shouting of a ruler among fools. 18 Wisdom is better than weapons of war, but one sinner destroys much good.”
“38 the world was not worthy of them. They wandered in deserts and mountains, living in caves and in holes in the ground.”
Desheny Christel Asher 