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Weapon of War 2014

by baldilocks

Orig­i­nally posted here on May 12, 2010; slightly updated and re-​edited. This story is never out of season.

And it shall come to pass in the last days, saith God, I will pour out of my Spirit upon all flesh: and your sons and your daugh­ters shall proph­esy, and your young men shall see visions, and your old men shall dream dreams:

And on my ser­vants and on my hand­maid­ens I will pour out in those days of my Spirit; and they shall prophesy:

(Acts 2:1718; KJV)

Some time ago, I had a dream.

Before I explain what type of dream it was, I should men­tion that my dreams are very vivid — almost like being awake; like short vis­its to worlds yet unex­plored. Some­times, I can remem­ber them imme­di­ately upon wak­ing, but they will usu­ally be for­got­ten if I fail to write them down. (As an aside, I think that the abil­ity to remem­ber one’s dreams goes hand-​in-​hand with hav­ing a well-​developed imag­i­na­tion — some­thing essen­tial to being a novelist.)

My sub­con­scious will even, on occa­sion, incor­po­rate sounds from the wak­ing world and build a dream around it if the sound isn’t loud and/​or pierc­ing enough to dis­rupt my sleep. Such was the case sev­eral years ago when for­mer Israeli Defense Min­is­ter Dan Gillerman’s melo­di­ous, accented bari­tone mem­o­rably pen­e­trated my dreams as it wafted from my tele­vi­sion. In that dream, the voice seemed to be ema­nat­ing from the throat of the man whom I loved at the time; he seemed to pon­tif­i­cate about a war with Gaza.

How­ever, for the dream men­tioned at the begin­ning, there was never any need to write the details, and, when­ever I recon­sider it, it always looms large and has cap­i­tal let­ters: The Dream.

At first, The Dream was a night­mare — one of the few night­mares in my fifty-​plus years. (Inter­est­ingly enough, I only began hav­ing night­mares in the last few years — since I began walk­ing closer to God.) I couldn’t see any­thing at first; I could only feel—and the feel­ing in ques­tion was pure ter­ror. I’ve never come close to being that afraid when awake and I hope that I never do.

There was some­thing – a liv­ing thing — in the room with me. What was it? Evil itself is the only way to describe this entity.

I lay on a floor, curled up in a ball like a potato bug and unable to move. My eyes — my dream-​eyes — were slammed shut for fear of see­ing the thing. It seemed to men­ace my back, crack­ling the skin of it. In the man­ner which dreams unfold, I could “see” chunks of flesh fall from my back; then it would rein­te­grate and the process would start again.

I wanted to uncurl and turn to face the being, but fear stopped me. I could feel my chest heav­ing; it seemed as though the mere sight of the Thing of Evil would stop my heart forever.

Then I cried out to God and He answered, remind­ing me that He had not given me the spirit of fear; that this par­tic­u­lar emo­tion had a dif­fer­ent source. This reas­sur­ance seemed to slow my breath and un-​paralyze my body. I stood up and opened my eyes, but I still wasn’t quite able to face the Creature.

Sword_of_spirit

Stretch out your arms,” God said. I did so and opened my right hand. In it was a sword or a hand­gun (they seemed inter­change­able) and, as is so in myth and in fan­tasy, my weapon had a given name.

Its name was “the Word of God.”

So, with weapon in hand, I “screwed my courage to the sticking-​place” and turned to face my enemy, steel­ing myself to view its ugly face.

It was gone.

*****

Weeks later, I was sit­ting in church and very much awake.

My pas­tor – learned in the lan­guages of the Bible, Hebrew, Ara­maic and Koine Greek — was expound­ing on the two Greek terms for “word of God.” One is a term with which most English-​speakers are famil­iar—logos. The other, how­ever, is one I had heard before but had no idea what it meant until my pas­tor began to expound upon it: rhema[i].

The dif­fer­ence? Peo­ple far more the­o­log­i­cally learned than I are still dis­cussing it, but the dif­fer­ence seems to be in scope. A rhema is more of a short apho­rism, rather than a long ser­mon or the Word in its entirety, and it is intended to counter the Adver­sary quickly when he’s try­ing to induce doubt and/​or fear. For exam­ple, Jesus Christ used a quick suc­ces­sion of rhema on Satan when the lat­ter tried to induce doubt about God the Father.

In short, when you hear preach­ers talk about “a word from God,” most of the time they are talk­ing about a rhema.

What does this have to do with your dream,” I hear you ask. My mouth lit­er­ally dropped open when my pas­tor men­tioned the other def­i­n­i­tion of rhema….

The Sword of the Spirit[ii].

When­ever I feel anx­ious about any­thing, I think of this dream

Happy Res­ur­rec­tion Day and may the enemy Passover your dwelling.


[i] James Strong, The Strongest Strong’s Exhaus­tive Con­cor­dance of the Bible. (Grand Rapids, Michi­gan: Zon­der­van, 2001),1641

[ii] Strong’s, 1626

baldilocksJuli­ette Akinyi Ochieng blogs at baldilocks. Her first novel, Tale of the Tigers: Love is Not a Game, was pub­lished in 2009; the sec­ond edi­tion in 2012. Her new novel, Arlen’s Harem, is due in 2014. Help her fund it and help keep her blog alive!

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by baldilocks

Originally posted here on May 12, 2010; slightly updated and re-edited. This story is never out of season.

 And it shall come to pass in the last days, saith God, I will pour out of my Spirit upon all flesh: and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, and your young men shall see visions, and your old men shall dream dreams:

And on my servants and on my handmaidens I will pour out in those days of my Spirit; and they shall prophesy:

(Acts 2:17-18; KJV)

Some time ago, I had a dream.

Before I explain what type of dream it was, I should mention that my dreams are very vivid—almost like being awake; like short visits to worlds yet unexplored.  Sometimes, I can remember them immediately upon waking, but they will usually be forgotten if I fail to write them down.  (As an aside, I think that the ability to remember one’s dreams goes hand-in-hand with having a well-developed imagination—something essential to being a novelist.)

My subconscious will even, on occasion, incorporate sounds from the waking world and build a dream around it if the sound isn’t loud and/or piercing enough to disrupt my sleep.  Such was the case several years ago when former Israeli Defense Minister Dan Gillerman’s melodious, accented baritone memorably penetrated my dreams as it wafted from my television.  In that dream, the voice seemed to be emanating from the throat of the man whom I loved at the time; he seemed to pontificate about a war with Gaza.

However, for the dream mentioned at the beginning, there was never any need to write the details, and, whenever I reconsider it, it always looms large and has capital letters: The Dream.

At first, The Dream was a nightmare—one of the few nightmares in my fifty-plus years.  (Interestingly enough, I only began having nightmares in the last few years—since I began walking closer to God.) I couldn’t see anything at first; I could only feel—and the feeling in question was pure terror.  I’ve never come close to being that afraid when awake and I hope that I never do.

There was something–a living thing—in the room with me.  What was it?  Evil itself is the only way to describe this entity.

I lay on a floor, curled up in a ball like a potato bug and unable to move.  My eyes—my dream-eyes—were slammed shut for fear of seeing the thing.  It seemed to menace my back, crackling the skin of it.  In the manner which dreams unfold, I could “see” chunks of flesh fall from my back; then  it would reintegrate and the process would start again.

I wanted to uncurl and turn to face the being, but fear stopped me.  I could feel my chest heaving; it seemed as though the mere sight of the Thing of Evil would stop my heart forever.

Then I cried out to God and He answered, reminding me that He had not given me the spirit of fear; that this particular emotion had a different source.  This reassurance seemed to slow my breath and un-paralyze my body.  I stood up and opened my eyes, but I still wasn’t quite able to face the Creature.

Sword_of_spirit

“Stretch out your arms,” God said.  I did so and opened my right hand.  In it was a sword or a handgun (they seemed interchangeable) and, as is so in myth and in fantasy, my weapon had a given name.

Its name was “the Word of God.”

So, with weapon in hand, I “screwed my courage to the sticking-place” and turned to face my enemy, steeling myself to view its ugly face.

It was gone.

*****

Weeks later, I was sitting in church and very much awake.

My pastor–learned in the languages of the Bible, Hebrew, Aramaic and Koine Greek—was expounding on the two Greek terms for “word of God.”  One is a term with which most English-speakers are familiar—logos.  The other, however, is one I had heard before but had no idea what it meant until my pastor began to expound upon it: rhema[i]

The difference?  People far more theologically learned than I are still discussing it, but the difference seems to be in scope.  A rhema is more of a short aphorism, rather than a long sermon or the Word in its entirety, and it is intended to counter the Adversary quickly when he’s trying to induce doubt and/or fear.  For example, Jesus Christ used a quick succession of rhema on Satan when the latter tried to induce doubt about God the Father.

In short, when you hear preachers talk about “a word from God,” most of the time they are talking about a rhema.

“What does this have to do with your dream,” I hear you ask.  My mouth literally dropped open when my pastor mentioned the other definition of rhema….

The Sword of the Spirit[ii].

Whenever I feel anxious about anything, I think of this dream

Happy Resurrection Day and may the enemy Passover your dwelling.


[i] James Strong, The Strongest Strong’s Exhaustive Concordance of the Bible. (Grand Rapids, Michigan: Zondervan, 2001),1641

[ii] Strong’s, 1626

baldilocksJuliette Akinyi Ochieng blogs at baldilocks. Her first novel, Tale of the Tigers: Love is Not a Game, was published in 2009; the second edition in 2012. Her new novel, Arlen’s Harem, is due in 2014. Help her fund it and help keep her blog alive!

 

 

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This month we are behind, but we can make our goal if we can get $100 a day for the rest of the month. That’s 4 $25 Tip jar hits.

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Naturally once our monthly goal is made these solicitations will disappear till the next month but once we get 61 more subscribers  at $20 a month the goal will be covered for a full year and this pitch will disappear until 2015.

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