The agitation had been growing for some time. One after another report of yet another legal, and often governmental, attack against Christianity – and all in Western nations. The very places that Christianity had built – all were turning on their mother. And it was in the name of ‘freedom’ and ‘tolerance’. Few seemed to realize it was ‘freedom’ to enslavement by sin, and ‘tolerance’ of evil.
And that’s what had my agitation growing. How could I tell people? There were SO MANY – what could be done to turn them around??!!!! They grasped so tightly to their sin; it was the new normal for them. My warnings were not heeded – indeed, they were spurned… My agitation grew.
And then God sent me the dream.
In it, I was following a huge, towering man. He appeared to be drunk and oblivious to his surroundings and situation. Two men, evil men, were stalking him. In my dream, I believed that they were waiting to get him alone so that they could sodomize him. They appeared well dressed, alert, conniving, canny.
I tried to warn the man, but he was too drunk to listen – just fumbling, tottering around. I tried to warn all those around, all those I passed as I followed the stumbling giant of a man – but no one would listen or pay attention. The men stalking him eyed me warily. They knew… that I knew.
I continued for a long time – following behind, trying to get help. No one would listen, no one wanted me there. Finally, I stopped following. From a hilltop, I watched as the men coaxed the giant man into a house. I was helpless to stop it.
I turned away. When I looked back, I saw the giant man. He was back on the street, stumbling on the sidewalk. His pants were down around his knees and the two men were gleefully raping him at will…
In my dream, I tried then to call for help, but the phone was old, ancient – it did not work. I thought that if I could only get the police there to see it – the man would be saved. Yet even then, something told me that no one would care. It was too late. Even the drunk giant of a man had not come to his senses. He kept crying out, “Get OFF of me!!!”, but offered no defense. He never tried to fight back. Still drunk, still stumbling – a wounded, confused bear of a man. I grew concerned for my own safety – I left.
And then I woke up. The dream was so real, so awful, that it took me a few moments to get my bearings. I then asked God – what in the world was THAT about??!! The knowledge immediately came to me – it was America.
And at that moment I knew: the giant man was MY country. No matter what I would, or could, do – no one will heed my warnings – they will not turn back…
Minutes later, while driving to Eucharistic Adoration for my 5:00 am slot, the words “Woe, Woe is Babylon”** came to my mind over and over again. I could not get them to stop.
In Adoration, God spoke to me further. He showed me that I am just one small child – and that I am trying to stop a giant that will not listen. In frustration, I said to Him, “but it is my nation.”
He immediately; sadly and softly, said back, “and they are MY people.”
Tears came to my eyes as I realized the pain in the heart of God. And I heard two words – “Free Will”.
I then realized that – not even GOD would make them turn back. He so honors our free will. Why in the world, therefore, did I think that I could make them? God already saved the world – but will not violate our own free will to MAKE us choose that salvation. Perhaps it was time for me to give up my own agitation at being unable to do so. Am I stronger, and wiser, than God?!!
With that, God showed me the image of the child on the beach. We’ve all heard the story. A child is on a beach covered with millions of starfish washed ashore. As he walks down the beach, he keeps leaning over, picking one up and tossing it back into the sea. An adult comes by and watches for a few minutes. The adult then tells the child – “Why are you wasting your time?! You can not possibly make a difference!!!” The child wordlessly leans over, picks up another starfish and flings it back into the sea. He then turns and says to the adult, “made a difference to THAT one…”
And so that is what I can do. I can make a difference – one at a time. i can make a difference to the ones God places in my path. And I can give the rest – along with my agitation – to God.
1 After these things, I saw another angel coming down out of the sky, having great authority. The earth was illuminated with his glory.
2 He cried with a mighty voice, saying, “Fallen, fallen is Babylon the great, and she has become a habitation of demons, a prison of every unclean spirit, and a prison of every unclean and hateful bird!
3 For all the nations have drunk of the wine of the wrath of her sexual immorality, the kings of the earth committed sexual immorality with her, and the merchants of the earth grew rich from the abundance of her luxury.”
4 I heard another voice from heaven, saying, “Come out of her, my people, that you have no participation in her sins, and that you don’t receive of her plagues,
5 for her sins have reached to the sky, and God has remembered her iniquities.
6 Return to her just as she returned, and repay her double as she did, and according to her works. In the cup which she mixed, mix to her double.
7 However much she glorified herself, and grew wanton, so much give her of torment and mourning. For she says in her heart, ‘I sit a queen, and am no widow, and will in no way see mourning.’
8 Therefore in one day her plagues will come: death, mourning, and famine; and she will be utterly burned with fire; for the Lord God who has judged her is strong.
9 The kings of the earth, who committed sexual immorality and lived wantonly with her, will weep and wail over her, when they look at the smoke of her burning,
10 standing far away for the fear of her torment, saying, ‘Woe, woe, the great city, Babylon, the strong city! For your judgment has come in one hour.’