Prophetic Dream

In this dream I was a part of the dream. Able to interact with it, but more so just for the purpose of being able to move around in it more than anything else.

I was standing in a field. A farm  field. I was standing behind a small group of people talking.
I recognized them as - Jesus, and men and woman from around the world who were missionaries of different degrees. Some had been life long others had gone for a short time over seas. Then there were those that I just knew were missionaries at heart in their own lands. i.e.  they lived to reach the lost and dyeing world for Jesus. They were all gathered together in a huddle discussing something very important. They were surrounded by several very, very large angels. 


I just stood and watched them for a moment when I noticed in the distance a storm brewing.
The storm, in and of itself wasn't that concerning to me - however - inside the stormy sky there was a HUGE tornado and several smaller tornadoes that were spawning off of the larger one.
I became alarmed at this sight and approached the group of people huddled together with the Lord.


"Do you see the storm?" I asked.
I was very insistent and interrupted their huddle, "Do any of you see the storm coming? And the HUGE tornado? Do you see it?" I asked again with much concern in my voice.

It was as if they did not hear me. This actually kinda annoyed me. I made my way around the group straight to the Lord, and I asked, "Aren't you the least bit worried or concerned that no one here sees the storm?"

That's when they all answered back, "Oh we see it."

I was confused and asked, "Then, why aren't you concerned about the HUGE tornado?" 


They explained they saw it and knew long before now that it was on it's way. That the Lord was in control. That they had little time and few hands to finish the work that had been set before them to accomplish.
Then they pointed me towards the building behind us all.


The building they pointed me to -  was "the church".

There were three rooms to the church. The entire back wall of the church was missing so I could see in and enter in and out freely.

The church was located smack dab in the middle of the harvest field. The harvest field was dry and dusty.

I approached the church and entered the first of the three rooms.
As I entered the first room I felt a sense of confusion.
In the first room there was a huge front window. The people in this room had seen the storm approaching were filled with panic. They were bustling about to and fro. Not really making headway. Just seemingly in a sheer state of panic. I heard phrases like, "Oh my goodness,  what are we going to do? I have never seen anything like it!" and , "There's no place to go! What now?", and  "We have no storm cellars how will we escape the fierceness of the storms? We are all going to die! Where is God in all of this?"

I left this room and entered the second room of the church. This room also had a huge front window. You could clearly see the storm in the near distance. The people in this room had gathered around the window and were focused on the storm. I could hear  people talking, "Look! It's getting closer!" I heard someone say. "Do you see it the destruction it is leaving foretold in scripture?" another one said.


As I walked through the room  noticed it was completely riddled with open books and papers. All over desk tops and on every flat surface there was available study guides for the study of eschatology and the second coming of Jesus Christ.  There were women and men intensely studying the scripture. 
I walked up to one of the women asked and asked what they were doing and they replied by pointing out the front window and asking me, "Do you see that? Up there? He is coming soon. Sooner than we all think. The scripture tells us of it.  We need to  look up for our redemption draweth nigh."


When she had pointed to the sky, there appeared a face. Like that  of a man. Also like nothing I have ever seen in any of my days - almost supernatural. Nothing I can begin to even explain in words. I was amazed beyond description.


I left and went to the third room in the church.
This room was dark.
It too had a very large window in the front. However it had a thick set of drapes that hung in front of the window. Floral drapes. Purple in color with  a design of flowers and butter flies.
When I walked in I immediately sensed a spirit of fear.
I looked to my left and saw a bed. There were a group of people, a large group of people in the bed. They lay still, completely covered by the bed spread.
Some were asleep - some were taking refuge under the covers for fear of the impending storm.

This disturbed me greatly.
I went to the window to open the curtains. I tried to pull them open but as I reached out to pull back the curtain I noticed they were covered with spiders.  Black spiders. They were all over the curtains.
I was unable to pull back the curtains without the spiders jumping on me so I stopped and instead went over to those hiding in the bed under the covers and began to warn them about the tornadoes that were coming.

They would not listen to what I had to say about the storms or the tornadoes. Instead, they chose to hide under the covers and deny the storm was even coming at all.

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Matthew 9:37-40

New King James Version (NKJV)

³⁷ Then He said to His disciples, “The harvest truly is plentiful, but the laborers are few. ³⁸ Therefore pray the Lord of the harvest to send out laborers into His harvest.”