I once had a dream that three people were aspiring to be part of “Performance Church”—one that relies on the works of Man. I watched them as they tried to position themselves in Man’s kingdom. The dream ended with me standing on the roof of a beautiful building that looked like a porch of the Temple. The building was white marble with gold leaf, and the roof was flat. It was suspended in the air, and I was about forty feet above Performance Church, represented by a local seeker-friendly organization. Behind me, I saw a huge wave coming. It was around thirty-forty feet tall. It was not, I repeat, not the big wave yet to come, but it was big enough to do much damage. I started warning people in the Performance Church to seek higher ground.
Finally, a man gave me a yellow microphone (yellow is symbolic of prayer, amplification in prayer for these people). I repeated my cry with the aid of the mic so everyone could hear. I convinced the intercessors and some Church fathers to come up on the roof with me. The others could have come, but they preferred to scream, panic, and hold onto each other. The wave came and wiped them out— the end of the dream.
As I write, the Lord sings a song in my spirit that speaks of getting up on top of the roof. Prophetically it refers to attaining a higher perspective, above a natural outlook of our lives, so we can see heaven’s reality much better. It speaks of entering a place hidden in Jesus’ love where only quieting one’s heart before Him can take us. Our God is a fortress, a strong tower to those who trust Him. If we are not in His love, fear will overtake us in the coming days (see 1 John 4:18).
