Last night, before I went to sleep, I considered whether some sins were, in fact, sins. I asked this question in my prayers to God. Of course, these were temptations, but I needed to ask the Lord Who knows everything. I fell asleep without incident or response.
In my sleep, I had a terrible dream. I was rebelliously barricaded in a place, and the officials were coming to remove me from there. I don’t know what the place was, but I do know that it was a place of rebellion. One official was an elderly police officer dressed in European garb from the 1800’s, and there were several others. There was another with me in this place also; I don’t know who – my guardian angel I think – an innocent person. At some point, I decided to defend myself with a weapon, and I shot the elderly police officer in the chest. The bullet seemed to flatten on the outside of his garment, but the indication was that I had killed him.
Not long after that, I realized what I had done, and I was ashamed and afraid. The authorities came again, but this time without offensive fervor, but in peace, and I told them that I was guilty, then the authority smiled and said he would have to take me in, and I turned and he handcuffed me.
In my mind, I worried about what they would do to me and how I would defend myself. I realized that, at the time of the shooting, I was insane – I had lost all sense of reasoning. I drew some comfort from this truth. But I also realized that I had thrown my entire life away in one moment of stupidity – my WHOLE life. This was a great burden on my soul to know this, and I became very sad; but, the justice of turning myself in, of realizing my fault and submitting to justice was a balm on my soul.
As the authority was driving me through the country to jail, I saw other horrors along the way, and a world which had become a victim of its own rebellion. The destructive “machines” which man had created to destroy what had been built, like huge black mechanical crabs and scorpions, began to turn on their creators. The result seemed merciless, and I was afraid.
When I woke up, I realized why I had the dream, and I prayed and told the Lord that I was sorry for questioning the reality of sin, which offends Him.
Shortly after that, I heard His voice in a way which I had never heard it before. Some people hear the Lord speak as in a locution – inaudibly. But this time, I heard His voice in my mind, audibly, and it was a softly-rumbling (like thunder) man’s voice, and He said, “I’m sorry.” These words were intimate and comforting to hear.
I can now say with complete confidence that when God’s voice was heard as a rumbling thunder in Sacred Scripture, it is absolutely true in the way it was described. Have no doubt.
Theo-Logis 