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A Vision in the Night

                                                                                                                                           

                                                                                                                                                                                   7-10-06

 

   In a dream I found myself awake and on my feet standing in a room, where exactly I do not know, but it seemed familiar and comfortable though quite empty. There were no furnishings simply a bare room very plain with no visible elegance or decor.

 In the midst of the room a very small cloud appeared as if it had been poured out like water. The cloud appeared from nothing and it began to pour out in the midst and it filled the room very suddenly as it were a great and powerful expanding cloud.

 The cloud became very thick and it was as a pure white smoke. There was no smell, no taste of smoke, only I could see the cloud, pouring out quickly into the room, and the cloud from where it came I could not tell, it had just appeared from no where and it had no visible source. The cloud became very dense very quickly that I could not see through it to the other side, nor could I see within the cloud to the source from which the cloud had manifested.

I began to inhale the cloud because it had displaced the entire space of the room at once I was overwhelmed by the cloud. I at once felt the need to withdraw myself from the room and the presence of the great cloud, but not from lack of breath.

The cloud had overwhelmed me so that I had a sense of fullness. I withdrew myself from the presence of the cloud. Backing out into the adjacent room I was then standing outside the room and with each word and breath of air the cloud of white smoke came forth from within as the warmth of one’s breath does on a very cold winter day.

 I looked and a stairway was set before me, I walked up the stairs and I knocked on a closed door at the top of the steps to inquire of anyone that was near to urge them to come and behold this amazing vision.

The door opened and a woman stood looking at me, she appeared to me to be in her mid to late thirties. The woman stood their looking at me sleepily with her blanket and pillows stacked neatly in her arms. I urged her to hear me and come with me to this place that was full of God’s Glory, and behold with me this marvelous sight, but the woman was not moved to come see this glorious event.

 

The woman said to me, “I am tired and I am getting ready to sleep.”

This woman refused to come into the presence of God, and behold for herself the works of God in the hour of his Glory.

Was she distracted because it was in the night time, a time when almost everyone will be found sleeping?

Was it the descent from her high position that caused her to refuse the invitation to partake of this Glorious event?

This unknown woman did not recognize or care that her opportunity was passing to behold the Glory of God that had manifest in the Cloud just a little ways down the stairs below her.

Perhaps she missed the greatest revival or the greatest blessing that God may bestow upon his creation?

Perhaps she would have received a refreshing from God and the sleepiness of the night may have passed and her strength and spiritual senses may have been increased?

Perhaps she may have been glorified by God and prepared as bride for a husband, or blessed of her womb to have and lead many children into the kingdom of God?

This woman seemed unmoved by the cloud that came forth with each word spoken to her as she was urgently invited to come with me into the presence of the cloud and the Glory of God that had been manifest so near her door.

Perhaps she was unable to see the small wonder of God that was before her in the form of an invitation. Perhaps she could hear but was not able to see the miraculous in the invitation of God?

Perhaps she is the woman of Proverbs? Chapter 9:13-18

Perhaps she may have become the woman of wisdom? Proverbs Chapter 9:1-12

It is very hard once a person or ministry has been exalted to a high position to come down to a lower place or position themselves among the humble. The humble are those who esteem themselves to be of no reputation, those who have esteemed themselves to be poor in carnality but Rich in the Kingdom of God, and these partake not of the rebellion against God. God's strength is working in their lives and his testimony is on their lips.

 

Christ spoke a parable in regard to honour and being humble to avoid the calamity of shame or dishonor.

Luke 14:7

And he put forth a parable to those which were bidden, when he marked how they chose out the chief rooms; saying unto them,

 When thou art bidden of any [man] to a wedding, sit not down in the highest room; lest a more honourable man than thou be bidden of him;

And he that bade thee and him come and say to thee, Give this man place; and thou begin with shame to take the lowest room.

But when thou art bidden, go and sit down in the lowest room; that when he that bade thee cometh, he may say unto thee, Friend, go up higher: then shalt thou have worship in the presence of them that sit at meat with thee.

For whosoever exalteth himself shall be abased; and he that humbleth himself shall be exalted.

Then said he also to him that bade him, When thou makest a dinner or a supper, call not thy friends, nor thy brethren, neither thy kinsmen, nor [thy] rich neighbours; lest they also bid thee again, and a recompence be made thee.

But when thou makest a feast, call the poor, the maimed, the lame, the blind:

And thou shalt be blessed; for they cannot recompense thee: for thou shalt be recompensed at the resurrection of the just.

 

 

 

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           J.W. Mills