There are several disaster-related scenes in my dream catalog. Most were just snippets from dramas never fully played out, where I was cast as a character, but never given a script of the story. In them I found myself running toward beaches and facing walls of sea water; scrambling to hide family members from black and white tornadoes; riding the ground in 8.0 earthquakes as if surfing; wading through flooded buildings and swimming down flooded streets; watching small bombs drop around me; putting out fires and running from chemical clouds. I was shown disasters, but never knew why, because these weren’t things I worried about. In a more recent dream, I saw something that looked more ominous.
Jan. 29, 2015
I was in a second floor classroom, sitting at a large wooden table. To my left and across from me were five or six other adults. A man to my right had one side of the table to himself. He was a teacher or lecturer, reading to us from a large, thick book. Calm and soothing in his manner, he spoke with an accent and had light brown skin. He wore a clergy collar. When he was finished reading he closed the book and asked us, “Did you get anything from that?”
The others at the table didn’t say anything, I assumed because they might have had trouble understanding his accent. But I understood him, so I answered, “Oh yes, it was wonderful!” Even though I woke up not remembering a thing he’d read, evidently I enjoyed it. I felt emotionally satisfied. When I looked around at the others, they were all nodding in agreement. Then a row of large windows behind them caught my attention.
I saw a line of thick storm clouds rolling in. The whole horizon was a very dark blue-gray. We all suddenly got up to leave, except the teacher, who stayed seated. I saw that he was sitting in a wheelchair.
I woke a little perplexed. Since I sometimes remember absolutely nothing about what would seem like the most pertinent part of a dream–like what the teacher read to us–I look to symbolism to get the overall message.
Just like God’s words, His symbolism is without waste–He gets right to the point. In the book of Hebrews, Jesus is called our Great High Priest, greater than all priests. A clerical collar was a concise way of identifying that position in my dream. I’ve no doubt the teacher represented Jesus–a tanned man with an accent, teaching from authority in an upper room. All the symbols are appropriate. But a wheelchair?
Yes. Jesus humbled Himself by being born into human flesh. Becoming a man, He set aside His glory, and in that sense became disabled, relying on His Father. He didn’t come to down to earth to stop the plan for mankind, but rather to implement it. And according to Scripture there will soon come a Great Tribulation–the storm on the horizon.
As disciples we see that storm coming. We feel a sense of urgency to open the eyes of those who don’t, because we know we’ll be leaving before it hits.
Christ Jesus, who, though he was in the form of God, did not count equality with God a thing to be grasped, but emptied himself, by taking the form of a servant, being born in the likeness of men. And being found in human form, he humbled himself by becoming obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross. (See Philippians 2:5-8)
For then there will be great tribulation, such as has not been from the beginning of the world until now, no, and never will be. (Matthew 24:21)
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