In the late 1980’s, I had a nighttime dream in which I was standing in the middle of a palatial ballroom. All of my precious Christian friends were there with me.
At the front of this gorgeous ballroom, a worship team was singing. The music was Holy Spirit inspired and awesome. Everyone was having a great time worshiping the Lord and fellowshipping with one other.
As I stood there, I looked around and thought, “It can’t get any better than this, can it?”
But as dreams often do, the scene changed. The crowd off to my right parted and I could see through some double-doors leading out of the ballroom and into a large hallway. The hallway itself was magnificent with a lush carpet, expensive wallpaper and gold-leaf moldings.
Because of the angle I was looking through the doors, I could see a large gold-leaf mirror at the far end of the hallway. The mirror’s reflection was not of the hallway, but instead, it revealed a glimpse into another ballroom just across the hallway. The glimpse came about because one of the double-doors for the other ballroom was partially opened.
What I saw in the other ballroom stirred an immediate and deep hunger within me.
Now, there was nobody in the room; and the room itself was not as magnificent as the one that I was standing in. But it had an overwhelming presence of God in the room. So much so, that there was an intimidating holiness about it. A holiness which I knew would result in my death if I ever walked into that ballroom.
But I did not care because I absolutely wanted to be in that ballroom.
As I stood there, I knew what was required of me to get into that ballroom on the other side of the hallway. I had to turn my back on all my friends, many of my teachings and walk out the double-doors into the hallway.
This dream so effected me, that for years, I prayed, “Lord, I want to be in that other ballroom and I’m willing to pay whatever price You may require of me.”
So, after all my praying, you’d think I would have been prepared for the Holy Spirit’s statement to me in the summer of 1995, but I wasn’t. His words: “Too much pastoring in the church.”
(Continued in Part 2)
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