Hello…this is my first post. I enjoy reading on this site and have been reading almost daily for more than a year or so. It seems like God led me here while I was experiencing some loneliness and isolation…I’ve always been a very active participant in the churches we’ve attended, but, for the past few years we’ve found it harder and harder to become more than just attendees in the community we moved to three years ago…and that’s not very fulfilling. Church has changed in many ways, or so it seems to me, at least. I was saved in a revival service when I was seven years old. My walk with the Lord became cemented when I was 23 years old…that was 32 years ago. The Rapture of the Church has always been an interest of mine, but like those who post and share their feelings about the lack of interest among believers regarding Bible prophecy and the Rapture, this site seems like an oasis for those who like to share dreams and like to speculate about the future and end-time events. So….if I am weird, it’s a happy weird…and I have peace that passes all understanding which keeps my heart and mind established.
When I was 18 years old and just married, I was faithfully reading my Bible (my husband got me a huge white Bible, KJV…I don’t think you can even find them anymore---it was what I wanted for Christmas that year) and I believe the Holy Spirit was dropping nuggets of knowledge in me during this time. Sadly, I was not a very obedient Christian…I lacked so much understanding and wisdom, although I understood the Gospel message completely, I didn’t know how to pray or how to pray effectively. I was not looking for any spiritual experience when I had this rapture dream. I remember most of it after all these years so I do believe it was a valid experience…fellow dreamers will probably enjoy it more than most other readers here at Ritan.
It was night in my dream…in fact, it was like pitch black…you could ‘feel’ the darkness but it didn’t feel satanic, and with that ‘something is in the air’ type of feeling within the dream. It was like I woke up within my dream with an air of expectancy and excitement! While it was dark it was also daytime (now isn’t that different?)… I was looking through the screen door at the home of my parents. It was like everything happened at once and I understood what was happening at the exact same moment. I heard celestial music---yes, it was altogether the most beautiful music..with the angels singing…I cannot recall the words…but I did understand the words at the time) and then I looked up into the heavens and saw Christ surrounded by myriads and myriads of angels. Christ was surrounded semi-circle by the angels and Jesus and the angels were the only source of light in the night sky. Then Jesus Christ looked right at me and said, “Come.” It was with a commanding voice that just boomed. Jesus was wearing a white robe and had the blackest hair…and it was oily (Silly…I remember thinking in my dream, “Why is Jesus’ hair oily?”) and then I started to float up to him---through the screen door---and while floating up I looked down for an instant (this is where the daylight was evident, and I saw my brother walking…he was at work at the repair shop behind my parents’ home, and it was clear to me that he had not heard anything or had any knowledge of the rapture---it was business as usual for him. I remember thinking how sorry I felt for him that he had missed out and would have to experience the tribulation period.
Years later this dream is still with me…parts of it have more clarity now. Jesus saying “Come” in a stern voice was representative for the beginner’s level at which I knew Him then…more head knowledge than heart knowledge and certainly not the intimate relationship that I have with Him now. The oiliness of His Hair…I would think it is the anointing of the Holy Spirit (In my own understanding at 18 I could not discern the value of the Holy Spirit’s presence until later at the age of 23 and my full surrender to the Lord). Even at the immature level I was at during this stage of my life I could appreciate the fact that I indeed had a relationship with Him that carried me into Heaven---I was saved. My brother who was left is a believer in real life…he may have represented the loved ones left behind that have Biblical knowledge but not “saved”. Jesus came like a thief in the night in my dream but it was daytime for those living their lives for this world only.
Thirty two years after this dream it still is an impacting and powerful dream to me. The reality is that we can choose to serve Jesus Christ and live with Him forever or we can live for this world and be left behind to face the great tribulation that is coming upon the whole world. [I pray you decide to live for the Lord if you haven’t made that decision yet.]