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Interpreting a nightmare

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Shannon Morgan (a WR alumnus) had a dream last year that she felt like God gave her. She wrote me about it. It spoke to me of the millions of people around the world who are in pain. They are invisible to us and mute, without voices. Who will care for them? The dream is so disturbing that I gu…
By Seth Barnes
Shannon Morgan (a WR alumnus) had a dream last year that she felt like God gave her. She wrote me about it. It spoke to me of the millions of people around the world who are in pain. They are invisible to us and mute, without voices. Who will care for them?
The dream is so disturbing that I guess it’s easier to set it aside. But it came back to me today and I had the thought, “maybe this is something that represents God’s heart about those who are voiceless and in great pain.” A lot of people are living lives like the people in Shannon’s dream. Here it is.

In this dream we were in a white church van. Outside the van was a leper colony. People were covered in sheer gauze, wrapped like mummies and destroyed burn victims. Those who had discernible faces were ruined physically. Most were missing limbs, and ALL were missing tongues and could only weakly, but persistently, moan. With what little strength they had, they were reaching for us, moaning. They were so weak they could barely reach or move, but they were all trying.

At this point all I could feel was deep terror. The scene was horrific and I was scared as they reached, near-dead, for me. I remember being glad for the van because they couldn’t reach us.

Then, to something deeper than horror, I saw the most disturbing image. Standing in the middle of all these diseased people was an African woman. Her body was charred completely, no flesh visible at all. She was blackened to a point that she looked like a piece of burned food. She resembled a skeleton more than anything, no eyes, no  teeth, no fingers, no facial features. Her mouth was hanging open like a skeleton might. She held a baby that was in identical condition to her, if not worse.

Terrifyingly, though, she moved. Her movement was extremely slower than even the lepers. You had to concentrate almost to see the movement. They were clearly dead, devoid of life long, long ago. Yet, somehow, an echo of life remained to the point that she was moving. She was crumbling as she reached out the last of her strength, strength impossible to be in her burnt body. She reached her dead baby out to me.
My heart broke. It was so devastating, as if in her not-even-living condition she was still trying to save her not-even-living child. That broke my heart the most, as if she wasn’t even aware of the death of her condition, but still had hope to be saved.

This was my dream. It was so vivid and graphic that it made me cry every time I thought about it.

I’ve heard that it so unsettled Shannon that she’s preparing to go as a full-time missionary to the country in Africa that it calls to mind: The Sudan.
Ever have a dream that scared you like that? I have – it was so vivid I awoke with my heart pounding. Anyway, let me know if you have some thoughts about it.

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