Repost from 2016
I Corinthians 6:20
For God bought you with a high price........
I've been writing a daily journal since July of 1991. Yesterday, while going through these journals, I came across a dream I had back in 1999. I had forgotten it, but as I read through the entry, it all came back with great clarity.
In the dream, I am in a room that is dark.....a stage is at the front of the room and it is well lit. I am standing at the back, and all I can make out are the silhouettes of those in front of me. A man steps to the stage and I am suddenly aware that this is an auction. A young girl is escorted from off stage into the bright lights. She is in shackles and chains and is crying. The more she cries, the more excited those in the room become because those in that room were demons. The master of ceremonies reads the particulars of this young girl and she is forced to move back and forth on stage so those in the room can get a good look at her.....then the bidding starts.....
The auctioneer yells at the top of his lungs...."What is your bid for this young thing?" The bidding starts, but seems to be focused between two of the demons....One called "Prostitution" and the other "Human trafficking". Each one desires the soul of this young girl and the bidding continues at a furious pace.....going higher and higher with each bid by the demons. The young girl has now collapsed to the stage, and has given up. There are taunts and accusations from the crowd directed toward this young girl. The bidding goes higher and higher. The young girl fully understands that there isn't any way she could ever buy her freedom....that her future is bound in the hands of these dark spirits.
I keep wondering why doesn't someone do something to save her.
I felt a hand on my shoulder, and a voice says, "Why don't you bid?" Before I can turn around, I answered, "I have no money!" As I turn, I see an outline but cannot make out the face of the one who spoke to me....
"Make a bid."
"I have no money."
"You have something far greater than money," the voice said to me.
"Stretch out your hand and open it."
As I did, the voice held his hand over mine. I felt something drop into my palm, and straining to see what it was, I was surprised.
It was a single drop of blood.....
His blood.....
He instructed me to go forward and place my bid.....
"A drop of blood?" I thought to myself....this is crazy. They are not going to take this as currency, and they certainly aren't going to let her go....
The voice insisted that I carry through with the bidding of the single drop of blood.
So I began to make my way through the crowd, to the front.
I cried out...."I want to make a bid?"
The attention in the room turned to me. The auctioneer sneered and said, "What is your bid, my uninformed friend?"
"This," I said, as I opened my palm.
There was a collective gasp as the room grew silent....
Cries of "No fair" and "This isn't right" began to grow, but I stood my ground.
I approached the stage to where the young girl lay sobbing.
I asked, "Do you want to be free?"
Through her tears, she whispered......"Yes."
I held out my palm over the her, and as the blood fell from my hand to the shackles and chains that held her, they fell away.
I needed to remember this dream.
I needed to remember the power that the blood of Christ has over sin, darkness, evil and the purveyor of all of this...the devil.
The blood has not lost power....
It hasn't lost purpose....
And it stands today as the only thing that has power over sin, hell, death and the grave.
Revelation 12:11
And they have defeated him (the devil) by the BLOOD OF THE LAMB, and by their testimony. And they did not love their lives so much that they were afraid to die.
Maybe we need to remember what Jesus has entrusted us with to war against the Kingdom of darkness.
Maybe we need to remember that we have been given authority (AND POWER) to come against all sin in the name of Jesus.
Maybe we, as followers of Christ, need to remember that we are covered by this blood as we move daily through this world.
Because when you boil it all down....
It's about Jesus....
The cross.....
And the blood....
Need I say more?
God on you....
mbb
For God bought you with a high price........
I've been writing a daily journal since July of 1991. Yesterday, while going through these journals, I came across a dream I had back in 1999. I had forgotten it, but as I read through the entry, it all came back with great clarity.
In the dream, I am in a room that is dark.....a stage is at the front of the room and it is well lit. I am standing at the back, and all I can make out are the silhouettes of those in front of me. A man steps to the stage and I am suddenly aware that this is an auction. A young girl is escorted from off stage into the bright lights. She is in shackles and chains and is crying. The more she cries, the more excited those in the room become because those in that room were demons. The master of ceremonies reads the particulars of this young girl and she is forced to move back and forth on stage so those in the room can get a good look at her.....then the bidding starts.....
The auctioneer yells at the top of his lungs...."What is your bid for this young thing?" The bidding starts, but seems to be focused between two of the demons....One called "Prostitution" and the other "Human trafficking". Each one desires the soul of this young girl and the bidding continues at a furious pace.....going higher and higher with each bid by the demons. The young girl has now collapsed to the stage, and has given up. There are taunts and accusations from the crowd directed toward this young girl. The bidding goes higher and higher. The young girl fully understands that there isn't any way she could ever buy her freedom....that her future is bound in the hands of these dark spirits.
I keep wondering why doesn't someone do something to save her.
I felt a hand on my shoulder, and a voice says, "Why don't you bid?" Before I can turn around, I answered, "I have no money!" As I turn, I see an outline but cannot make out the face of the one who spoke to me....
"Make a bid."
"I have no money."
"You have something far greater than money," the voice said to me.
"Stretch out your hand and open it."
As I did, the voice held his hand over mine. I felt something drop into my palm, and straining to see what it was, I was surprised.
It was a single drop of blood.....
His blood.....
He instructed me to go forward and place my bid.....
"A drop of blood?" I thought to myself....this is crazy. They are not going to take this as currency, and they certainly aren't going to let her go....
The voice insisted that I carry through with the bidding of the single drop of blood.
So I began to make my way through the crowd, to the front.
I cried out...."I want to make a bid?"
The attention in the room turned to me. The auctioneer sneered and said, "What is your bid, my uninformed friend?"
"This," I said, as I opened my palm.
There was a collective gasp as the room grew silent....
Cries of "No fair" and "This isn't right" began to grow, but I stood my ground.
I approached the stage to where the young girl lay sobbing.
I asked, "Do you want to be free?"
Through her tears, she whispered......"Yes."
I held out my palm over the her, and as the blood fell from my hand to the shackles and chains that held her, they fell away.
I needed to remember this dream.
I needed to remember the power that the blood of Christ has over sin, darkness, evil and the purveyor of all of this...the devil.
The blood has not lost power....
It hasn't lost purpose....
And it stands today as the only thing that has power over sin, hell, death and the grave.
Revelation 12:11
And they have defeated him (the devil) by the BLOOD OF THE LAMB, and by their testimony. And they did not love their lives so much that they were afraid to die.
Maybe we need to remember what Jesus has entrusted us with to war against the Kingdom of darkness.
Maybe we need to remember that we have been given authority (AND POWER) to come against all sin in the name of Jesus.
Maybe we, as followers of Christ, need to remember that we are covered by this blood as we move daily through this world.
Because when you boil it all down....
It's about Jesus....
The cross.....
And the blood....
Need I say more?
God on you....
mbb
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