KNOCK, KNOCK – JUST A QUIET SATURDAY MORNING

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Afterward he brought me again unto the door of the house; and, behold, waters issued out from under the threshold of the house eastward: for the forefront of the house stood toward the east, and the waters came down from under from the right side of the house, at the south side of the altar.
Then brought he me out of the way of the gate northward and led me about the way without unto the utter gate by the way that looketh eastward; and behold, there ran out waters on the right side.
And when the man that had the line in his hand went forth eastward, he measured a thousand cubits, and he brought me through the waters; the waters were to the ankles.
Again, he measured a thousand and brought me through the waters; the waters were to the knees. Again, he measured a thousand, and brought me through; the waters were to the loins.
Afterward he measured a thousand; and it was a river that I could not pass over: for the waters were risen, waters to swim in, a river that could not be passed over. (Ezekiel 47:1-5). 

And it shall happen afterward, that I will pour out my spirit upon all flesh; and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions: And upon the servants and upon the handmaids in those days will I pour out my spirit. (Joel 2:28-29). 

In the last day, that great day of the feast, Jesus stood and cried, saying, if any man thirst, let him come unto me, and drink.
He that believeth on me, as the scripture hath said, out of his belly shall flow rivers of living water.
(But this spoke he of the Spirit, which they that believe on him should receive for the Holy Ghost was not yet given; because that Jesus was not yet glorified.) (John 7:37-39). 

 

During the first week of February 2019, I had a dream in which it seemed like a quiet Saturday morning. I and a couple of my family members were just talking, getting coffee, and working on breakfast – you know, Saturday morning stuff. 

Our house was built on an incline or down-sloping hill. As I looked out of a side window, I saw water rushing down the side of the house. A great rain event had occurred. The level of the water was high and was a cause for concern. 

Just as I was communicating my concern to my family, there was a knock on the front door. I had some concern as there was already water coming into the house between the threshold and door. I nonetheless opened the door to let the person at the door in after discovering that It was someone that we knew. 

I opened the door and pulled the person in fast and closed the door. By then the water was a foot or more deep inside the house. The dream was over. 

The above scriptural passages came to mind. The onslaught of Water near and in my house is none other than the Holy Spirit. 

Further, increasingly I am coming to understand that a “house” in a dream oftentimes is referring to one’s body, a spiritual house as it were. 

Noteworthy, too is the fact that many theologians agree that the end time is at hand. Is eminent. The outpouring of the Spirit of God (the Holy Spirit) is to be expected right about now. Signs and wonders are become manifest.