“And I heard a voice from heaven, saying, “Write…” (Revelation 14:13 NASB)
Wednesday night was an unusually hard night. Physically I was colder than the coldest date recorded in history, or so it seemed. I had multiple blankets on top of me to cover me, and my wife added three of her heavy robes. Shivering and shaking, I added a winter North Face jacket, and placed a stocking cap on my head, even put socks on my feet. I never, never, wear socks to sleep, “Too inhibiting,” says my toes. I’m still freezing! I didn’t know what was going on, but you can be sure I was praying to see another new day. Doing the male self-diagnosis thing, I concluded that perhaps I had taken my daily portion of pills twice or possibly there was a spice in the food that I’m allergic to, or maybe it was time for my body to revisit my meuniere attacks of old, or maybe I experienced a rare sugar low. Whatever the case, It took me a while to fall asleep and my body temperature to return to normal.
When I did fall asleep, I had a dream that “Mother” was speaking to me from glory. To be clear, I wasn’t sure which “Mother” that was doing the speaking. Most likely, it was my birth Mother, Mother Juanita King, but it could have been one of my other “Mother’s, also residing on God’s celestial shore. I tried to figure it out, but couldn’t. I did not know if it was Mother Hughes, Mother Jamison, Mother Crenshaw, Mother Sullivan, Mother Maxis, Mother Charlotte, Mother Bledsoe, Mother May, or the “Mother” that had just went home to be with the Lor Wednesday, Mother Eunice Trice.
I guess that did not make a lot of difference. The main focus was on the conclusion of the message. “Mother” had reached the end of her message and like a preacher in the pulpit, her voice was elevated, her pitch varied, her tone alternated, and her rhythm would compete with any of your greatest preachers. As she said the words below in her conclusion, I could hear the violins play in the interludes that gave her a pause to catch her breath and continue with her powerful words. Soon, the tambourine joined in the interludes, eventually the cymbals, and all the loud instruments in heaven joined in the interludes. I’ll try to note where the interludes were injected by the heavenly hosts below in the closing words “Mother” borrowed from a song to encourage and comfort. Here is what I heard! They helped me and maybe they will help you today!
“Like a ship that’s tossed and driven (interlude), battered by an angry sea (interlude); When the storms of life are raging (interlude), and their fury falls on me (interlude), I wonder what I have done (interlude), that makes this race so hard to run (interlude); Then I say to my soul, take courage (interlude), the Lord will make a way somehow (interlude).”
“The Lord will make a way somehow (interlude), when beneath the cross I bow (interlude),He will take away each sorrow (interlude), let Him have your burdens now (interlude); When the loads bears down so heavy (interlude), the weight is shown upon my brow (interlude), There’s a sweet relief in knowing the Lord will make a way somehow!”
Right then, “Mother” left for a praise service already in progress at the throne of God, but with each step, I heard her saying, “Yeah!” “Yeah!” “Yeah!” Let’s be thankful for Mother’s Message in a dream! Be blessed!
“Cast all your care upon Him, because He cares for you.” (I Peter 5:7 NASB)
Still committed to the climb,
Mark L. King