It was that Saturday night. I had come into the church service after the second song or after the first song and before the second song (regardless). I was standing and saw what I believed to be a vision [which is very unusual for me, my first]. It was a wave that was vertical, two-dimensional like something being projected on a wall; very colorful and very cartoonish. Like a phone game. There was a stick figure in the wave [it was more like a river than a wave] and the stick figure was being carried along. As I watched I heard myself comment, almost out loud, that I hope this person in the river is going to enjoy himself because he is really lost in the river. The impression on my heart was as that there is nothing to prevent him being carried along in the river and that he needed to just enjoy the ride.
Then I thought it was interesting that the next song that came up that we sang was about being in a river. Barbara said later in that service about the coming River (revival). [Sigh]
I also heard,( or shall I say I also had a conversation with myself) and felt the Holy Spirit speak to me saying that one did not have to accept the culture any given group [church] to receive the truth that they are teaching [I then went on to think of several types of Christian ministries that I would be very uncomfortable attending and yet some of the things that they are teaching may be true. What I came away with that was don’t let the culture destroy what I’m [G-d] is trying to speak.
A few months later we were in Maine. It was raining so I was laying on the bed reading. Pondering the vision, feeling lost, It then dawned on me that I was the man in the river.
Yes I know, I’m a bit slow.
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