Thursday night I had a dream. I don't remember too much about it but I do remember that it took place in a church. The building was unfamiliar to me. It must have been after service as only a handful of people were there. Maybe five or six. I was one of them, observing.
Two of the people were having a rather deep conversation. I think one was the pastor of the church. I didn't want to interrupt so I was just walking around behind the pews.
When the conversation ended, the one guy started to leave. Still talking, he was now in the back of the santuary. That's when something happened. I dropped to my knees and began crying. REALLY crying. Face in hands, on my knees. And that's when I woke up.
My first thought was that the Holy Spirit was in this man. But the Holy Spirit is in EVERY Christian. Why was this guy different? I have no idea. But I did come away with this one thought.
If the Holy Spirit resides in every heart, of every believer, why don't we treat that fact with the respect it is due? I mean, this is "God with us." Emmanuel!
“Having believed, you were marked in him with a seal, the promised Holy Spirit, ¹⁴who is a deposit guaranteeing our inheritance until the redemption of those who are God’s possession - to the praise of his glory.” - Ephesians 1:13-14
After waking up, I thought about my dream. The scripture above says that we are SEALED, sealed with the Holy Spirit. But how can we tell? There are no doves decending on us from heaven.
Perhaps it's just that when we come to know that someone has the Holy Spirit, we should be humbled by that. When we are standing with someone who has the Holy Spirit, why don't we drop to our knees in the presence of our Almighty God? Not worshipping the person, but the Holy Spirit that resides in them.
There are several instances of people bowing down to the Apostles in the Bible after witnessing healing or some other miracle. Even John bowed down to an angel in Revelation. But in each of those situations, those on their knees were told, "Don't do that. Worship God."
"But he said to me, “Don’t do that! I am a fellow servant with you and with your fellow prophets and with all who keep the words of this scroll. Worship God!” - Revelation 22:9
So, maybe that's the end of my story today, and the meaning of my dream. Worship God. Bow down to Him in humble submission. And weep at the knowledge that we have been sealed, and chosen. And that, before the foundation of the world.
"For He chose us in Him before the creation of the world to be holy and blameless in his sight." - Ephesians 1:4
I'm not sure where you're at this morning, but me? I'm on my knees.










