A Dream about an Underground City

The apostle Peter spoke before thousands on the Day of Pentecost. He taught the crowd that what they had witnessed fulfilled Joel’s prophecy about the outpouring of the Spirit upon all human beings during the last days (Acts 2:14-18; cf Joel 2:28-29, NASB). Now 2000 years later, we are still in the last days experiencing the age of the Spirit. In fact, here is a portion of Joel’s amazing prophecy: “It will come about after this that I will pour out my Spirit on all mankind; and your sons and daughters will prophesy, your old men will dream dreams, your young men will see visions” (Joel 2:28, NASB).

Before I proceed a little further, I want to say up front that I am not an old man. I am in my late thirties, so middle-aged is probably the best descriptor. When the text states that “your old men will dream dreams,” I must confess that this sort of thing happens with some regularity. To be blunt, I know the difference between a dream from my subconscious mind and one from the Holy Spirit. I am never able to remember the former, but I can recall the latter down to the smallest detail. For example, sometime during this past Labor Day Weekend, I experienced an unusual dream.

I hiked through a wooded trail that reminded me of the ones in Temescal Canyon. This particular trail ended at a mountainside, which I began to climb. When I reached the top, I struggled to pull myself up. An unidentified man came to my aid and lifted me up with ease. His great strength impressed me. I followed him into a large, bustling city with automobiles, buses, sirens blaring, people walking around and on and on. The more I looked around us, I noticed that the city was populated with adults. The children were noticeably absent. I asked my guide about this detail. We waited for a few minutes. Then like clockwork, all the kids (ages K-12) streamed out of the buildings and down to the subways with joy and excitement.

At this point, something did not feel right. I wondered to myself why these kids headed below the city for fun and excitement instead of remaining above ground in order to enjoy the sun, mix it up in the parks, and so forth. I followed my guide down into the subway tunnel. My first impression was one of amazement. It was an elaborate underground mall of arcades, candy stores, game stores, and the like. When my guide and I proceeded further into the storefront, the scene shifted into one of horror. Zombie-like people began attacking and devouring the children. There was nowhere for these kids to escape. The stairways back to the surface had been locked shut as the city life continued as normal.

Meanwhile, I stood next to my guide watching in horror as every child of this city wound up devoured by these evil beings. I realized that this whole scenario unfolded by design. These kids were deceived by the adults into thinking that this underground city was safe, fun, and exciting. Instead, they ended up being chased and devoured by demonic beings. It was a massacre of the innocents. I turned to my guide and I asked him what all of it meant. He said to me, “You live in a nation that devours its children. Their blood cries out to their heavenly Father, who hears them and will avenge them on judgment day. The time is short. Warn them.” After this, I woke up. I have been unable to shake off this dream and its implications ever since.

I invite my readers and followers to pray for the leaders of our nation whether federal, state, or local. May we be salt and light in our families, our jobs, with our friends, and strangers. We are ministers of reconciliation, ambassadors of a new covenant. Holy Spirit, empower and sustain us for this work till either Jesus returns or calls us home. In his name I pray, Amen.


“In New York City, home to the largest black population of any U.S. urban area, more black babies are aborted than born. New York’s Department of Health and Mental Hygiene reported in 2014 that black babies constitute 42% of all abortions in a city where blacks are 25% of the population.”


(Jason L. Riley, The Wall Street Journal, “Let’s Talk About the Racial Disparity in Abortions,” 15 Sept 2015)

The Big Apple, Abortion, and Racial Disparity

“Sayaka Osakabe, founder of a new non-profit outfit called Matahara Net, which campaigns for the rights of pregnant women at work, says that before ‘shining’ women just need to be allowed to work without being harassed. Matahara, (a contraction of ‘maternity’ and ‘harassment’), is illegal but rife.

“The worst examples involve bosses urging pregnant women to have abortions. One woman who now works for Matahara Net landed a prized ‘career-track’ job at a big bank alongside her boyfriend, who worked in another department. After she became pregnant, a manager told her he would ‘crush’ both her own career and that of her boyfriend if she went ahead and had the baby. In 2011 she took the hint and had an abortion.”


(The Economist, “We’re Busy. Get an Abortion,” Tokyo, print edition, 5 Sept 2015)

Japanese Workforce, Pregnant Mothers, and Abortion

Dusting Off the Cobwebs

Ok then, I have attended seminary for a little over one week. This accounts for my silence of late on the blog. I apologize to my readers and followers. It has been twelve years since I sat in a graduate classroom. At this point, I’m dusting off the cobwebs and refurbishing the rusty areas with gleaming steel. The process is not easy and the days have been long. If someone were to ask me, so how do you really feel, Matthew? My answer is rather simple and to the point. The coursework has been an overwhelming flood. It’s been hard to tell if I’ve been standing on the solid rock.

I started out with a total of twelve rock’em, sock’em units through Talbot. Now, here, at the end of this week, I am proud to say that I am down to nine units. The surgery was absolutely necessary in order to preserve my sanity and health for this first semester. One of the things that I learned through this process had to do with pride and arrogance. The Lord reminded me through prayer and interactions with fellow peers and professors that knowing my limitations is a sign of wisdom and humility. If I had continued to “muscle through my classes,” then I would have succeeded in becoming the living definition of pride and foolishness.

How many times have I heard it said that the Lord is always ready to receive those who need him? I lack the proper number of fingers and toes in order to give a full account. One thing is certain, I’m blessed to have a wife at my side who refuses to allow me to slink and slack with respect to seeking the Lord’s counsel. She does not abide with such disobedience. To that I say, Amen. I will end this short post with the words from the great hymn, “The Solid Rock”:

My hope is built on nothing less
than Jesus’ blood and righteousness;
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
but wholly lean on Jesus’ name.

On Christ, the solid rock, I stand;
all other ground is sinking sand,
all other ground is sinking sand.

2 When darkness veils his lovely face,
I rest on his unchanging grace;
in every high and stormy gale,
my anchor holds within the veil. [Refrain]

3 His oath, his covenant, his blood
support me in the whelming flood;
when all around my soul gives way,
he then is all my hope and stay. [Refrain]

4 When he shall come with trumpet sound,
O may I then in him be found,
dressed in his righteousness alone,
faultless to stand before the throne. [Refrain]