The Fuel and the Focus

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Two nights ago I had a couple of prophetic dreams. The second one I won’t share, because Father advised me that it is a personal revelation, not for public consumption at this time. But I’ll share the first one.

In my last blog post, I gave some guidelines for dream interpretation, so let’s plug this recent dream into the template as I go along and we’ll practice together for illustrative purposes.

Prepare by inviting God to communicate with us”. I had actually done this before falling asleep. I had told the Lord that I was interested in receiving His perspective on any of my current issues and concerns or anything else that was on His mind.

Journal the details of your dream.”

                “Date of the dream.” This dream occurred during the night of of April 1, 2020.

                “Time of the dream, if known.” I don’t know what time it was that night.

                “General emotions.” Peace amid a background sense of ongoing crisis.

Narrative of events.” The following is the narrative of the details of the dream that I remember:

I was traveling north to Canada. (This was odd, because I live in Alaska, meaning that Canada for me is south and east, not north.) I was accompanied by some other individuals, but I don’t know who they were, or how many. I have the vague sense that they were family members. We were traveling via red Dodge Ram pickup.

The purpose of the trip was to obtain something that wasn’t easily available where I lived. I’m pretty sure that gasoline was the object of our quest. In my dream I knew that the reason this product wasn’t available was due to availability and price restrictions due to some situation like the current Covid-19 crisis.

We arrived at a small Canadian town, I was a bit apprehensive, because I expected the locals to be suspicious of me and my motives and thought that I would have a lot of explaining to do in order to convince them to let me purchase their gas. To my surprise, they were extremely friendly. No sooner had I gotten the words out that I was an Alaskan, when they interrupted me…

“Oh, yes, you’re from Tok?”

Well, I’m not from Tok. Tok is a small Alaskan town about a hundred miles south of where I live and the first town one encounters after crossing the Alaska/Canada border. Evidently these people had lots of regular interaction with Alaskans from places like Tok. In fact, I got the sense that they had a mutually benefical agreement with each other. These Canadians seemed pleased to see me and I felt lots of warm goodwill emanating from them.

They were very helpful and I completed my business quickly with friendly banter and feelings of goodwill. This place felt like a cozy sanctuary from the stress and hazards of what was going on back home.

When it came time to go, I began to drive out of town. At the edge of town was a T in the road. I was about to turn left onto the road which led home, when I noticed a dog sled approaching. The road was narrow and snow covered, with snowbanks on both sides. It was basically only one lane. I quickly backed up and pulled off to the side of the road in the wide leg of the T to let them pass.

However, the dogs pulling the sled appeared intent on proceeding on their original course. Although, I had left plenty of room for them to pass, they didn’t even try to swerve. Instead, they rounded the corner and sprinted right into my truck at full speed! Some of the dogs went to the left of my truck, some went to the right of my truck, some impacted directly into my bumper, grill and windshield!

I looked out the side window too see dogs lying all over the ground, motionless, as if dead. I waited for a while for some of the Canadians to come to the rescue of the team, but nobody seemed interested. After a few minutes I shifted into gear and drove off, heading home.

That was the last thing I remember from the dream.

When I awoke, I could find no meaning in the dream. I couldn’t recognize anything symbolic in it. I seemed quite random. But after a couple days of meditation and prayer, the interpretation began to gel in my heart and spirit.

Every symbol

The truck. I was driving a red Ram. This was the truck I owned a few years ago before I experienced a lot of trials such as the tragic death of my 20 year old son, followed by the death of my Father and the sudden unexpected death of my 30 year old brother. The fact that I was back in that truck took me back to a happier time. It was like a restoration of what had been stolen from me.

Furthermore, the color red in Scripture symbolizes the condition of humanity. It represents the flesh man, as well as the sin which has infected our flesh. Adam was formed out of the dust of the ground, and his name in Hebrew means “red”. But red also symbolizes the second man, Jesus, who became man on our account and shed His red human blood as a propitiation for our sin.

Come now, and let us reason together, saith the LORD: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.

Isaiah 1:18

But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship one with another, and the blood of Jesus Christ his Son cleanseth us from all sin.

1 John 1:7

So, while the red could have represented humanity or even sin, in this case, I, the dreamer felt in my spirit the confirmation that the Blood of Jesus was the right interpretation here. That was doubly confirmed by the fact that the red truck was a Dodge Ram. The Holy Spirit reminded me of the story of Abraham and Isaac, where an angel showed Abraham a Ram caught in the thicket which served as a blood sacrifice in Isaac’s place.

12 “Do not lay a hand on the boy or do anything to him,” said the angel, “for now I know that you fear God, since you have not withheld your only son from me.” 13 Then Abraham lifted up his eyes and saw behind him a ram in the thicket, caught by its horns. So he went and took the ram and offered it as a burnt offering in place of his son. 14 And Abraham called that place The LORD Will Provide. So to this day it is said, “On the mountain of the LORD it will be provided.”…

Genesis 22

18 For you know that it was not with perishable things such as silver or gold that you were redeemed from the empty way of life you inherited from your forefathers, 19 but with the precious blood of Christ, a lamb without blemish or spot. 20 He was known before the foundation of the world, but was revealed in the last times for your sake.…

1 Peter 1

A truck is a means of locomotion. It is a vehicle by which you proceed on your journey. It is the way forward. Thus it represents life’s journey. But my life’s journey was in jeopardy of being stalled, due to lack of gasoline.

Gas. Gas is a petroleum product. It is refined oil. Scripturally, oil represents the Holy Spirit. Without fuel there is no energy or power to continue on the road to life’s destination. Our created purpose and divine calling cannot be achieved without the power of the Holy Spirit. The crisis at home in my dream, like the Corona virus crisis in real life, was threatening to sideline life’s journey.

Yet I was able to proceed to a place where I could receive a renewal of Holy Spirit power because of Jesus Christ and His blood.

Canada. Now, I want to talk about the place where the fresh oil product was available. The national symbol of Canada is a red maple leaf on a red and white background. Here we have the color red again. White represents purity.

But what does the maple leaf represent? Designer George Stanley’s maple leaf flag design was based on the Royal Military College of Canada flag. As it turns out, maple has long been a staple of the northern part of North America since the time of the native Americans. Sap was gathered every spring and became a vital part of settler’s recipes and, in fact played an important role in preserving their lives. In English-speaking countries, where the maple tree was believed to repel demons and evil spirits, it was customary to have a piece of a maple tree in the main door. In China, maple is associated with honor.

So Canada represented our very livelihood–subsistence food which keeps us alive. That kind of puts me in mind of communion, where we partake of the body and blood of Jesus Christ in order to confirm the new covenant of resurrection life that He provided.

But I also want to point out that Canada was in the north. The north represents the seat of God’s throne. The Bible speaks of the Sides of the North as being a holy realm, which is a transcendent place above all the mountains of the earth.

Great is the LORD, and greatly to be praised In the city of our God, In His holy mountain.

Beautiful in elevation, The joy of the whole earth, Is Mount Zion [on] the sides of the north, The city of the great King.

Psalm 48:1,2

So it seems that by placing myself within the restoring, redeeming and sustaining blood of Jesus, I was carried to the heavenly realm where God reigns. There among ministering and welcoming souls I was renewed and my spirit restored. I obtained Holy Spirit anointing and power to carry me through the troubles and crises back in my mundane earthly realm.

Dog sled. At first I was at a loss as to what the dog team represented. Then suddenly, it came to me. We are in the middle of a pandemic. Back in 1925, Nome, Alaska was also experiencing a diphtheria epidemic. The town and the surrounding communities were saved by the “Great Race of Mercy”, an amazing feat in which a load of diphtheria antitoxin was relayed by dog sled across the 674 miles of Alaska by 20 mushers and about 150 sled dogs in 5 ½ days.

This reminds me of the Coronavirus Task Force’s superhuman work at mitigating this pandemic. They have truly accomplished unprecedented things in dealing with such an unprecedented threat. My hat is off to them.

Yet in my dream, the team was so focused on their objective, that they completely ignored the big red truck in their path. They didn’t even seem to realize that my truck was there. The only thing within their field of vision was their pre-established course of action, and that resulted in a catastrophic accident.

Now, I don’t have the sense that the Lord is suggesting that there is anything wrong with the Coronavirus mitigation efforts. I don’t have any reason to feel that they or the Trump administration are necessarily going to crash and burn in their rescue attempt, so to speak.

Rather, the takeaway for me is that even the best of efforts will be futile if we ignore the Great Physician, by whose stripes we are healed. Jesus Christ must be the senior adviser on the Coronavirus Task Force. He will successfully bring us to our destination. He will provide the power and the protection and the restoration our nation and world need. He may even lay out scientific, quarantine and medical guidelines for the experts to follow. However, without His direct participation in the process our future is bleak.

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