“… But that night as the workers slept, his enemy came and planted weeds among the wheat, then slipped away. When the crop began to grow and produce grain, the weeds also grew.
“The farmer’s workers went to him and said, ‘Sir, the field where you planted that good seed is full of weeds! Where did they come from?’
“‘An enemy has done this!’ the farmer exclaimed.
“‘Should we pull out the weeds?’ they asked.
“‘No,’ he replied, ‘you’ll uproot the wheat if you do. Let both grow together until the harvest. Then I will tell the harvesters to sort out the weeds, tie them into bundles, and burn them, and to put the wheat in the barn.’”Mathew 13
The vision: December 23, 2011, at approximately 4.30pm [Kenya time], I am sitting in God’s sanctuary in His wilderness for me a.k.a. my flat, and opening myself up to Him. Was thinking about the marriages that had taken up most of my thoughts during the year. Marveling at God’s Grace and understanding just a mite more of His pain at all He sees. I was thinking about the dead ones that had found life again in Him.
Suddenly it feels like my brain is being pulled upward and I find myself in dark space. And then something…a being, a serpentine being flashes endlessly past me, like a high speed electric train, grazing my belly as it passes by. It was a rusty red finely scaled being, scales flat and facing towards its ‘tail end’ with small horn-like projections interrupting what seemed like a perfectly smooth pattern of scaly skin. I get the impression like someone is applying slight pressure against my throat. Just enough to cause a slight discomfort. And then it is gone, though still present, swirling fast through that dark space. I know it is a bad spirit and immediately link it to my praying thoughts just seconds before.
To say the vision disturbs me is an under-statement. But I get into prayer…and I sense God expounding the vision for me. At first I think I am being called to prayer against a spiritual attack on my country, Kenya. But I hear Him say “No, do not try to localize this thing. To put it within boundaries drawn by men.” And my head hurts a little for trying. I realize anew that times are…urgent. That many in marriage covenants are looking beyond and back to relationships that they have had or desire to have. They are entertaining thoughts of adultery, and other forms of sins of lust. And God shows me that it is beyond marriages, that I cannot box the vision into just that, but the being has affected creation beyond lust and has corrupted the land. it is an endless cable that grows steadily as it influences…and influences faster than any one person has the capacity to think. And that the watchmen remain asleep…fighting over particular symptoms as the rot, the decay extends, faster and further than any man can comprehend.
I begin to repent. The sword must cut the messenger first, that the messenger may appreciate its trueness. I ask God to shine His Light within me again…and I continue to repent for what His Light shows me about me. I ask Him to break me further…that I may know His faithfulness and Him Might and ability to deal with this being. Totally.
Come Saturday morning and am preparing to have breakfast with an old friend. Someone I loved a long time ago, who belongs to someone I love today. And am on my face, asking God to take over, completely, the meeting; to triumph over anything false in our friendship, anything that represents the being He showed me. The endless cable that defiles the land, and causes the land to vomit God’s people. Causes all and any of the decay we have named as a problem in our lives till this point. And I hear Him say, ‘Vip, My word for you is in Leviticus 18.”and I hesitate in reaching for my Bible. “I know that passage LORD. Remember how that was my favorite passage during my adolescent years? How my friends and I giggled mischievously about the ‘sex chapter’?” And I hear Him say to me.” Vip, DO NOT PRESUME TO KNOW MY MIND OVER ANY ISSUE. ASK OF ME AND OBEY MY LEADING!”. So I reach out. As I begin to feel righteous and victorious and pat myself on the back for not having committed any of those sins since I was last forgiven, He again derails my train of prideful thought. “If its on your mind Vip, you have…but listen on.” So subdued I start again, repenting as I read. when I heard about someone else doing these things, was my interest in the story godly, or was it slanderous and God forbid, even titillating? Horror!!!
Then I get to ‘that’ section. My word for the day. ‘“Do not defile yourselves in any of these ways, for the people I am driving out before you have defiled themselves in all these ways. Because the entire land has become defiled, I am punishing the people who live there. I will cause the land to vomit them out. You must obey all my decrees and regulations. You must not commit any of these detestable sins. This applies both to native-born Israelites and to the foreigners living among you.
“All these detestable activities are practiced by the people of the land where I am taking you, and this is how the land has become defiled. So do not defile the land and give it a reason to vomit you out, as it will vomit out the people who live there now. Whoever commits any of these detestable sins will be cut off from the community of Israel. So obey my instructions, and do not defile yourselves by committing any of these detestable practices that were committed by the people who lived in the land before you. I am the Lord your God.”
….So do not defile the land and give it a reason to vomit you out, as it will vomit out the people who live there now. Whoever commits….I get up from my knees with a simple prayer. Lord let me not qualify as ‘puke’ from the LAND. Yours and this one. With my heart thumping I head out for breakfast. And what a fellowship! When God wants you to hear Him…let me just say you will! I go home slowly that Christmas Eve. Worried distantly that I am yet to shop for food, and I decide to get off the matatu and into a new Supermarket on my way home. But I sense God say simply ” Go home…I will meet you there…” I get home, and then want to leave again. My hair is a mess and needs to be blow-dried before I tamed it into little plaits, but again I sense God bidding me to be still [just in case you are wondering, its still a mess this morning since I never made the blow-dry]. I get a message from a friend. She is on her way and I must not move. She walks in shortly after, tired with two sons following her and laden with…my shopping :). They are in and out in a flash! Am a bit floured by all this speed in my life lately so I go back to my flat and sit on my bed. And listen for God.
Am tired on Christmas morning and my neighbor comes in. I can tell when there is something she is fishing for. Then she starts “Mami,” and moves to sit besides me on my bed – which serves as our sofa. “I don’t know what this dream means but you help me. I dreamt that I found you and a man I know busy and getting ready to do bad things. I just remember asking ‘Mami, even you, do these things!!!’ and you looked at me and asked me to help you. I went out to get something to help you out but when I got back you had already finished with the man. It was too late.’ She was looking for something in my eyes and I held her gaze wondering…’What does this mean?’ I smiled. God was still speaking. She did not return my smile but looked at me with something like suspicion in her eyes and repeated ‘What do you think it means since my dreams are rarely false’. Ahem…
I began to speak, but she interrupted as though I was not keeping a script she had expected, prepared for me. And I hear my voice say to her “If you want to hear the real meaning of that dream then listen. But if you are trying to create a story about my moral character then you had better just get on with it, but know you will not be held guiltless’. “Yes Mami but my dreams are NEVER wrong!!” she insisted. And I ask her ” so in short, you are certain that God has told you that I am having sex with someone?’ I ask her directly. “No.” she answers quickly, hiding her eyes. I get a sense that she did not dream at all, but this was something she and the neighbors had assumed was happening because there was ‘no way someone can live like Mami does without a man, without sex. there must be something hidden and I know how to find it.’ I am not even irritated, just look at her and ask her steadily again “are you interested in the real meaning of the dream or are you more interested in making up a story that would destroy the ministry and leave you with the blood of the homes I am called to in your hands?” “I haven’t said this to anyone Mami.” She says now looking all over the place but at me. “If you haven’t you were on your way…I ask again, are you interested in the meaning of the dream?” She nods subdued.
I pray silently. Asking God for His Words, His Wisdom, His Love. And again I hear my voice speaking out. Giving her an overview of my concerns the past few days and how God has been speaking to me. ” I represent the church of Christ…and the man you saw in your dream too. It simply means the church, and some of those committed in ministry of God are in the danger of falling into physical and spiritual adultery. It also means that any delay in the watchmen crying out would be detrimental to her relationship with Christ. WE already have what we need to help her not to fall.” She nods. I can see she still wanted it to be a scandal about me, for me to break down with a confession that she would share with others about my improprieties. But am not angry…just sad for her. “If God gave you that dream then you must be the first to repent. You need to allow God to search your spirit and repent so that in going into His Presence to stand in the gap for the church you yourself would not be discounted.” For some reason this gets her looking at me again and then down. “Okay Mami. I will go and repent and pray.” She leaves shortly after. Its still Christmas day, but am feeling the pain of God already…I turn into Facebook.
I don’t believe in coincidences. God had allowed her to come to me with that story, true or false, perhaps so He and I can continue our true conversation. And as I open my page I hear Him say, ” this past week, and in the one to come, the land will be defiled more than at any one time during the year by sexual sin. Not just adultery, or even fornication but by all sorts of physical, emotional and spiritually sexual sin.” And I feel the sadness in Him. I open the page of a brother I have been praying over and I cry out again to God, “please don’t give up on him Father. Please don’t give him up to his passions. Deliver him my Father. I still believe you can.” I ride the pain a little and then someone begins to chat with me. An old friend. I have just posted the Leviticus 18 verse and the discussion on how Christmas was being spent comes to the fore. She too has the same concerns. And repeats the same conversation with me. And then my brother and friend Israel Burale goes online. [ahem…he is NOT the one I was crying over earlier just in case this thought occurred to you]. My Christmas blessings sent to him lead us into a full fledged online fellowship. He is writing a book whose cover is on this post, due to be out by February 2012 by the Grace of God. Its title ‘from the strip club to the pulpit‘. Oh he is a Pastor in training. I love talking to him because he does not know how to ‘hide a matter’ when released into it by God. So as I chat with my sister and brother in Christ, we agree to stand in the gap against the being that is defiling our land…in this season, ‘while men sleep’.
The watchman has cried out, death comes because we have defiled The Lord God’s temple, our own bodies, during this time when we should be focused on worshipping Him. We have engaged and justified the engagement of others in ever increasing hedonistic decadent ‘worship’ of a being that seeks only to draw our souls within its to build its power to destroy us. Arise and worship God in His Spirit and Truth and turn away from a dangerous ‘natural’ looking path. The being plagues the world, spured on by convinient darkeness. Stand up and be the salt and light you have been ordained to be. Just call on God. Not just in the new year night vigil…today. I am praying for you. I am praying for me.