Jesus visits T.O.

[ajesuschrist_mathetes]

[am posting this here because of recent activity re dreams and discussions-Mod please move if not appropriate]

Found this very thought provoking for several reasons and believe it {whatever the dream source} is edifying. Hope it is.

Believe by putting the ENTIRE record that I searched for here at the SCPL Library/Schenectady and emailed to me is consistent with and required by copyright laws.

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AT Jesus visits T.O.: moderator experiences second coming.

AU Glen Davis

CT Presbyterian Record

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DP Dec 2000 v124 i11 p9-10

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ND 20050811

PB Presbyterian Record

PS Jesus Christ

PT Magazine/Journal

RM COPYRIGHT 2005 Gale Group

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Source: Presbyterian Record, Dec 2000 v124 i11 p9-10.

Title: Jesus visits T.O.: moderator experiences second coming.

Author: Glen Davis

People: Jesus Christ

Electronic Collection: A30443347

RN: A30443347

Full Text COPYRIGHT 2000 Presbyterian Record

It was 4 a.m. on August 7, 2000. I was lying on a futon in a friend's

house in

the city of Kawasaki, Japan, suffering jet lag and finding it hard to

sleep.

Finally, I dozed off. That's when I had the dream. Some of this is what

I saw;

some is my reflection on what I saw.

I dreamed I saw Jesus in downtown Toronto. He was looking at all the

buildings

with crosses and church signs. He pointed to one and asked, "What's

this one?"

"That's a Roman Catholic church," I said. "They have a pope named after

your

friend Peter."

"And this one?" he asked.

"That's Baptist," I replied. "They are famous for baptizing only

adults, and

they have great Sunday schools."

"And this?"

"That's Anglican. They don't preach very well, but they do a wonderful

job of

Communion."

"How about this one?" he asked.

"That's United Church. They are strong on social justice and human

rights."

"And what about this one here?" he asked.

"That's Presbyterian," I said. "They have lots of elders, and they

pride

themselves on their preaching. They also think committees can solve

everything."

"And they are all Christian?" he asked.

"Oh, yes," I said. "And there are lots of other kinds, too. Would you

like to

see them ?"

"No thanks," he replied.

As he moved on down the street, I heard him whisper a prayer: "Father,

I pray

that they may all be one ... so that the world may believe that you

have sent

me."

Next, I saw Jesus down at the corner of King and Bay streets. He

watched as

hundreds of people hurried in and out of huge office buildings. His

attention

was drawn to a man sitting on the sidewalk, half-asleep. A dirty hat in

front

of him contained a few coins. Jesus sat down on the pavement beside him

and

started talking to him.

"Where do you live?" he asked.

"Here, on the street," the man replied.

"Why?" asked Jesus.

"Because I have no home. I had an apartment, but they raised the rent

and I

could not afford it. Now, since I have no address, I can't get welfare,

so I

sit here and ask people for money."

Jesus talked with him for awhile, then got up and touched the man's

shoulder

and wished him well. As he walked away, I heard him say: "I was hungry

and you

gave me no food ... I was a stranger, and you did not welcome me."

Next thing I knew, we were standing on the steps of the provincial

government

buildings at Queen's Park. He was impressed with the beautiful

architecture,

and asked, "What do they do here?"

"They make laws and spend tax money," I answered.

"So," he said, "they will do something to help that man and his friends

who

live on the street."

"One would hope so," I replied. "But, today, they are lowering taxes,

cutting

back spending on welfare, housing and the environment, and approving a

big,

new building project on the waterfront."

As we moved on, I heard Jesus muttering under his breath, "Just as you

did not

do it to one of the least of these, you did not do it to me."

The next thing I knew, it was night-time. And there was Jesus at a

huge,

all-night party. It was a rave in a big warehouse. The music was loud.

Thousands of kids were dancing up a storm. Jesus joined a group on the

floor.

They thought his floor-length outfit was cool, and his moves were

pretty good,

too. During the break, he talked with them. "Why do you come here?" he

asked.

"This is where it's at, man," they said. "The action, the music, the

fun, the

friends."

"But it's Sunday," Jesus said. "I suppose you go to one of those big

churches

uptown, right?"

They looked at him as if he were from outer space. (How little they

knew!)

"You've got to be kidding! Why would we go to church? The music sucks,

and

some old guy gets up and talks on and on and on. Besides, I don't think

we

would be very welcome with our pierced eyelids, tattoos and funky

clothes!"

As Jesus said goodbye to them, he had a pained look on his face. I

heard him

say: "Let the little children come to me; do not stop them ... If any

of you

put a stumbling block before one of these little ones ... it would be

better

for you if a great millstone were hung around your neck and you were

thrown

into the sea."

Next, we were standing in a nursing home. In one bed, an old woman was

curled

up in a ball. Jesus went over, touched her forehead and said "Hello!"

She looked up and smiled. They talked for awhile. He asked if she had

many

visitors. "You're the first one in months," she said.

As he left, I heard Jesus whisper, "I was sick ... and you did not

visit me."

We went to a few other places. We stopped at a food bank where some

mothers

and children lined up for food. We walked through Rosedale where Jesus

admired

the beautiful houses and gardens and the imported cars in the

driveways. He

wondered what the rich people did with all their money. Then we stopped

by the

beach at Bluffer's Park. He was interested in the sign that warned "No

swimming. Water is polluted."

"When we created the heavens and the earth," Jesus said, "I thought we

told

you to take good care of our creation."

Finally, he stopped. I asked him if he wanted to see anything else.

"No," he said. "I think I'll go now."

"Go!" I exclaimed. "Won't you stay and help us straighten out this

mess?"

He looked at me and said: "You have my word, you have my story, you

have my

body and my blood. What more do you need?"

And he left.

-- End --

[cjrose]

I think there are a lot of us that feel that God is pouring out His Spirit just before His return as it is stronger than ever in me and it's exciting that He could come in this lifetime. I'm just grateful that now I know I can be ready for Him, at least as unworthy as I am, I wait upon Him with my eyes towards Heaven. Praise God.