When I became a believer, my mind was fixed on the part of Jeremiah 23: 28 that said, ."The prophet who has had a dream should say, it is only a dream,," without considering the second part ...."But the prophet who has heard my message should proclaim that message truthfully..." TEV
"... but let him who has My word speak My word in truth. What does straw have in common with grain?" declares the LORD....Jeremiah 23:28 NIV The conjunction BUT separates "the straw" from "the wheat" ; an empty and false dream from a Holy Spirit inspired dream.
GOD INSPIRED DREAMS
He said, "Hear now My words: If there is a prophet among you, I, the LORD, shall make Myself known to him in a vision. I shall speak with him in a dream...Numbers 12:6
And afterward, I will pour out my Spirit on all people. Your sons and daughters will prophesy, your old men will dream dreams, your young men will see visions....Joel 2:28
"'In the last days, God says, I will pour out my Spirit on all people. Your sons and daughters will prophesy, your young men will see visions, your old men will dream dreams....Acts 2:17
I WAS ON A BUS WITH DEAD PEOPLE BUT JESUS CALLED ME TO HIS BRIDAL PARTY
Listen. My brothers and sisters. To die without Christ is hell and hell is real. Listen. The scripture says, "If you hear God's voice today, do not harden your heart."
I do not know whether this was a dream or a vision, or merely,a hallucination. But it kept on recurring. The same experience with slight variations. I only had to close my eyes for a few minutes and I would be somewhere else. This time, I was at Achimota, my birthplace, six miles to downtown Accra, capital of Ghana. I was standing at a bus stop going south to Accra city. It was getting dark and all around me was flooding except where I stood.
An "Albion" bus, a slow-moving British manufactured bus of the 1950s whose topmost speed was at 30 miles per hour, appeared from the north heading south . But it would not stop to pick me in. I grabbed the railing at the side of the bus and would not let go.
The bus operator opened the bus door forcefully frequently to throw me off . I held on firmly .As he drove away,I somehow managed to get on the bus, and sat in the front seat across from him or it ( I don't know).
I noticed that the people on the seats behind were strange looking; like some brainless androids . The bus, suddenly turned away from its southward course and stopped abruptly in front of the gate of a place that looked like Woodlawn Cemetery in the Bronx, NY or Rosewood Cemetery , New Jersey, or a gated 56th Street Cemetery in Tampa, Florida.
The occupants all together stood up and began exiting through the emergency door close to the driver's side while their forms dissolved into stranger shapes, like hybrids of boneless otters and penguins.
"Last stop!" Said the driver, turning to me, his shape changing form like the others, and the bus, becoming like jelly, was flattening down.
"Oh, no. You all get down!" I roared, grabbed the steering wheel, and drove away. The bus reverted to its previous appearance as the stunned occupants disappeared.
While I drove away, I saw a woman, alone at the bus stop. I stopped. "Get in quickly, and let's get out of here." I said frantically.
THE BRIDAL TRAIN
We arrived somewhere where a multitude had gathered. It was as if the throng had come to see a Celebrity. I heard somebody say, "He is here. The Bridegroom is here." Another said in a soft quiet voice, "Jesus Son of God!"
I was too short and little in the crowd of giant-size people to see the Bridegroom. But I saw the Bridal Train. Each one was wearing a white tuxedo the whiteness of which was luminescent, and whiter than white. The collars and sleeve-bands of the tuxedos they wore were of turquoise color.
Although I could not see the Celebrity, and was too little to see HIM, HE saw me and knew me.
"He belongs here. Let him wear the Bridal Clothes." He told the Bridal Train.
Immediately, I too was in the Bridal Train wearing the bridal whiter than white tuxedo with turquoise colored collar and sleeve bands, and was standing in front of the stage. My pants were huge; too big for my little size, yet they did not fall off .
On the Orders of the Celebrity, I had a golden scarf put around my neck . I was also shown three different umbrellas to choose one.
The first umbrella was big; the type you perch at the beach or in front of an Eat-out for shelter from the sun .
The second umbrella was smaller, and it had a Z-shape handle that you could turn to open or close it. The third umbrella was shaped like a book, like my big King James Bible. I chose the third. Immediately, we were all inside a church that looked like the Holy Trinity Cathedral in New York or the Riverside Baptist Church also in New York City, and I was one of the deacons assisting the Bridegroom who also turned out to be the Chief Priest. "Now I do know He is Jesus!" I said to myself reassuringly.
Today, the sixth day since I had had that experience, a woman brought to me a newly-born baby and lay her on my lap. The baby was barely clothed.
As I turned to find better and warmer clothes for her, I found that I was standing at the door of Riverside Drive Baptist Church in New York. I was there accompanied my brother and close friend. The front door had a Minister keeping watch . The Minister appeared to know me already. So he said, "Your buddies are waiting for you. Go in quickly and robe!"
The hall was a familiar place. It was like the place I was six days ago among the Bridal Party where the Bridegroom was ministering as Chief Priest. I turned around looking for my friend. The Minister keeping the front door smiled a kindly smile: "I know," he said, "He is coming along with you."
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