Okay, I don’t think this is necessarily a dream from the Lord, but I’m not on medication, either. I just thought I would throw this out there for the fun of it.Brad was in an office in a basement-like room. (Not a room that I imagine his real office looks like.) He came from the office to the adjoining room to where a young woman was doing some administrative work (shelving books or folders or something) and where there were papers on a bulletin board showing local resources of where people who were facing hard times could get assistance.There had been some sort of church potluck and I was packing up a lasagna and some fried chicken. (It was not something I had cooked, but something I was ending up taking home. That part of the dream was just a slight variation on an actual happening.) Now, don’t ask me how a church potluck was taking place in an office. Dreams are like that sometimes. Brad was getting ready to eat lunch (something healthy and low fat, lol. I can’t really remember, but I’m thinking a salad and one other thing, perhaps) at the desk in the outer office, and almost as an afterthought, I offered some of the food I was packing up. He took the smaller of two pieces of chicken that were on the plate, a piece of chicken that had been cut off a larger piece. (I thought chicken would complement his meal nicely.)I left and wondered if he would think the chicken was good and would wrongly attribute to me the cooking of it. (In real life, I do not know how to cook chicken, shocking as that may seem.)Then I dreamed about a bunch of other stuff with other people. They say you remember your dreams if your sleep is interrupted, so I must have had my sleep interrupted.
No he is not. He was dis fellowship from the Church many years ago.
His words not mine
That’s stupid!
Everyone has needs. Some more than others. Me included. I pray for ministers around the world. I pray for blessings. I pray for a cure for cancer. (I have had cancer. several times). I pray for unity for all our churches. S
So you see I pray for people. This is a public forum. Everyone is entitled to an opinion. That’s call FREEDOM OF SPEECH. IF THE LORD CAME AND KNOCKED AT THE DOOR OF YOUR HEART WHAT CONDITION WOULD HE FIND YOUR PORCH (YOUR LIFE) TO BE IN? Hey that would be a good sermon. Have a blessed day.
What’s the big deal with antifa and Nov 4th?
Thanks for asking bro. Hart.Charles is the one who posted about it and he may can give some light on it.
google antifa November 4
https://www.google.com/amp/heavy.com/news/2017/09/november-4-2017-protests-anti-trump-plans-refuse-fascism-what-is-happening-antifa-event/amp/
…just to follow up a little. .I heard Sozo was a good teaching , as someone mentioned that the other day.
Good! (Funny thing though, I know some Spanish people in Cleveland, TN that are USA citizens, born & raised & people always ask, “What part of Mexico are you from?”
Great, you stood in a pulpit in the Church of God and politicized that pulpit while lying from behind it.
Praise God!
It is possible. Depending on the atmosphere the child was raised in.
I share a funny story but in some ways sad.
In my younger years , 30 years ago, I would hunt for church revivals to go to during the week when our church wasn’t having services. which wasn’t that hard to do. Pastors back then scheduled revivals for a week. They also would not schedule a revival if a church in their section or district was having one. It was easy to find church somewhere if you wanta to go.
My sons was 7 and 5 years old. We didn’t have a TV. They would play church. Our boys would play church and they would also play church when their friends come over.
My oldest son would play preach and I remember hearing him speaking in tongues a few times, but he was mocking one of the ladies where we went to church.
When she spoke she would always say the same phrase over and over with no changes from one message to the other.
But along with this my son would also speak what he had heard some people at different churches speak in tongues and we would be visitors, not attending regularly. I ask ed him one day how could he remember those tongues? He didn’t remember the interpretations and he replied “Daddy they come back to me when I am praying.” He never mentioned he was seeking the Holy Ghost, but at that time in his life as a young child, he would sit and transcribe full messages of one of my minister friends that he adored and love.
I have often asked myself was that the real Holy Ghost speaking to him when he would pray.
My son did go on the become a holiness preachers.