A Dream Received May 15, 2015
I was with a group of about ten people standing in a tight circle on a quiet suburban street. We had our arms around each other, heads bowed in prayer. The bond of love and affection we shared was obvious.
We had studied the Scriptures all day in the home of an elderly member of our group. She didn’t come outside to pray with us, as it was difficult for her to get around even with a cane. Teary-eyed, our elder sister sat on the sofa near the living room window watching.
Unmarked cars were waiting for us nearby. Soon we would be taken to an unknown destination and none of us knew what would happen to us after that.
Several of us were crying because we knew we would not meet again until we were caught up together in the clouds with our beloved Savior.
We, the body of Christ, were being torn apart, limb by limb, at the thought of separation. I was deeply distressed about this. The intense sorrow, anguish of spirit, and long periods of silence between our prayers showed that my brothers and sisters were distraught as well.
I was reminded of 1 Corinthians 12:26-27:
If one part of the body suffers, then all the other parts suffer with it. Or if one part is honored, then all the other parts share its honor. All of you together are the body of Christ. Each one of you is a part of that body.
While we were praying, a woman wearing a charcoal grey trench coat silently emerged from one of the waiting cars and stole up behind us.
Without a sound, she pulled a tiny camera out of her pocket and took multiple photographs of our prayer circle. There was a look of intense hatred on her face as well as triumphant glee. She had caught us doing something illegal and was proud of it. The woman scurried off with her camera full of pictures.
We ignored the woman, having full assurance that we were in the will of God and His power would protect us.
After one last warm group embrace, we silently filled the waiting vehicles.
I turned around in the backseat of the car and waved goodbye to our elderly sister still watching from the living room window. With tears rolling down her cheeks, she waved back. She was powerless to save us and powerless to join us, yet very much one with us through our Beloved Savior.
As we pulled away from the house, I again looked out the back window. She was now being escorted outside to a waiting car. As she slowly and painfully shuffled down the path leaning heavily on her cane, she bravely waved to me again.
Inside her car was another elderly woman from our group. Together in the car, they bowed their heads in prayer. They clasped each other in a heartfelt embrace, stoic tears rolling down their cheeks.
The three of us in the back seat of our vehicle clasped hands and began to pray fervently for our aged sisters in Christ. Our prayer infuriated the driver. Filled with rage, he accelerated the vehicle. Faster and faster we traveled.
Suddenly there was a bright flash of light.
I woke up.
This is My commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you. John 15:12
There is Strength in Unity
Union is strength, and the Lord desires that this truth should be ever revealed in all the members of the body of Christ. All are to be united in love, in meekness, in lowliness of mind. Organized into a society of believers for the purpose of combining and diffusing their influence, they are to work as Christ worked. They are ever to show courtesy and respect for one another. Ellen White, Lift Him Up, p. 295.