I saw a clinic opening at the Broadway Mall in another dream (many years before Covid). There is a Broadway Mall in my region, and it represents choosing the “broad way” as opposed to the narrow. An angel of death was at this clinic. He appeared as a Medical Examiner (ME). This demon has a right to examine souls.
There were thousands of new beds in the clinic. Wherever there wasn’t room for a bed, new leather lounge chairs, the kind you sleep on if you stay overnight with a patient, were squeezed into the tight spaces. The Lord’s focus was on the lounge chairs. His message concerning the
It is not the time to be found at ease.
“Woe to those who are at ease in Zion.” (Amos 6:1, NASB)
I turned to the ME and said, It looks like you are preparing for a…. He completed my sentence, Plague? Oh, yes, and I have set up a clinic at JFK airport too.
In the dream, I had the task of rescuing wounded Christians locked in cages in the ME’s apartment. On his mantle were crowns he had stolen from them through his grip on wounded areas of their lives.
In a room in his apartment were three beds with quilts. For me, quilts symbolize God putting things together piece by piece. I believe the three beds represent the faith walk of the Trinity that the ME stole from the victims: “Now the just shall live by faith; but if anyone draws back, My soul has no pleasure in him” (Hebrews 10:38, NKJV). God would have us walk precept upon precept, line upon line (see Isaiah 28:10), but many people are unwilling.
The ME came after me but couldn’t get into my apartment. It was my Father’s apartment, and I had a golden key. He couldn’t enter because the apartment was all wood (the Cross).
I believe there is a “Noah’s ark” (I’ve seen it in dreams and visions) for the people of God. But those who remain wounded will get wounded by the enemy. We must examine ourselves to see if we are in the faith by asking the Lord to show us if there is any
unclean way in our hearts. If we haven’t let the Lord into the wounded areas of our lives, we are shrinking back from Him.
In my own life, the Lord has taken enough garbage out of my heart that could pack the Staten Island landfill where the World Trade Center rubble went. He is not done with me yet; He is not done with you. Interestingly, the scrap metal from the Twin Towers built the battleship USS New York, which was used for special operations against terrorists.
No one is as free as Jesus died to make them.
God wants us to turn our wounds into wellsprings of life. “Passing through the Valley of Weeping (Baca), they make it a place of springs” (Psalm 84:6, AMP). The times we get hit by hardship are, for one, to strengthen us. These are opportunities to minimize the bad and seek out the goodness of God, to show Him we can adjust our sails (our responses) to the winds of adversity. These trials aim, for one, is to turn us into mighty warriors, not to make us victims who are taken captive by the enemy through our unhealed wounds.
The Lord gave me a dream to confirm these thoughts. In it, I was prophesying,
Without allowing the Lord access to work in your hearts, you won’t receive the new level of power that God will soon be releasing.
Many people are trying to take the shortcut around the cross. There is no shortcut. We must hold onto our crowns by way of the crosswalk. Let no man, woman, or demon from hell wound us and steal them!
