Apostates Neglect Their Spiritual Man

In a dream, I was in a large house with a lot of people around. There seemed to be a lot of rooms and a lot of stuff going on. People talking and hanging around and doing their own business. I saw my mother (representing the apostate Church). (In reality, her name is Iris. Meaning "rainbow" in Greek. The name of the Greek goddess of the rainbow. This could represent the Church of all nations.) She had a small child with her who seemed like a kid from a third world country. He was very dark-skinned (in darkness), like from India, wearing worn-out clothes (not putting on the works of Christ). He seemed to be sick and she didn't seem to be tending to him. (Representing the fruit of the apostate church's spiritual man which they are not feeding and clothing.) If I had to say, he looked around three years old. (The fruit of their spiritual man is very immature.)

My mother then gave him to me. (Those who minister to the mother Church will care for and feed their spiritual man.) I took him to a room, like a toddler room, where I was going to clean him up and put new clothes on him. (Cleanse him from sin and dress him up in the works of Jesus.) When I changed his shirt, I noticed what looked like a tumor on the side of his face by his right ear. (His hearing is influenced by the curse.) Without a thought, I placed my hand over it and began to pray, "Dear Heavenly Father, in the name of Jesus, heal him, heal his sickness, in the name of Jesus. Be healed. Be well. Thank You, Lord. God, thank You". As I began to say "thank You", I felt under my hand something like bones cracking (the bones of the inner ear, representing spiritual hearing) and going back in place and the tumor diminishing. ("Faith cometh of hearing and hearing by the Word".)

I continued to thank God. I knew he was being healed, so I left my hand over his face until I was sure he was all healed. (Their face needs healing: {2Co.3:18} But we all, with unveiled face beholding as in a mirror the glory of the Lord, are transformed into the same image from glory to glory, even as from the Lord the Spirit.) I noticed one of my sons was there looking. (My firstborn; his name is Eliasaph ["God has increased or added"]. We call him Eli.) I told him, "Look. God healed him".

Then, full of gladness for the boy, I grabbed the little boy's hand and walked him over to where my mother was. She was sitting in some type of large living room, on some couches. She was talking to somebody else and some other people. I was trying to get her attention and said, "Look. He's healed! Look, Mom. He's healed". (They must believe the Gospel that they are physically and spiritually healed in Jesus' name.) But she just kept talking to the other person, like I wasn't even there. I tried one more time. "Look, Mom. Look. He's healed". I'm not sure what happened to the little boy by that point. But my gladness turned to rage because she was ignoring the work God had just done. (In the natural, my mom is not at all like that. She is very caring and loving. And I have a good relationship with my mother and father. The mother in the dream is like the apostate church, not looking for God's will and rejecting God's spiritual work, in pursuit of earthly things and the entertainment of followers for money. Why did I want my mother to see? The latter rain will be rejected by the apostate church because it will lack the earthly treasures they value, but true treasure is in Heaven.)

I picked up a wooden chair that was close by and threw it on the floor and it smashed. (The harlot church cannot rest from their own works, just as was seen in the example of the Jews in the Gospels and Acts. {Heb.4:3} For we who have believed do enter into that rest; even as he hath said, As I sware in my wrath, They shall not enter into my rest: although the works were finished from the foundation of the world.). Everyone looked. I felt like I was furious. I started walking down the hall. I picked up another chair and threw it toward them. I wasn't trying to hit them but it landed right in front of them. (So they could see that they had no rest from the curse and sin through unbelief.) Then I started going up the stairs to the second floor, as I smashed another chair. (They are not graduating from kindergarten to the higher levels.) Then I woke up.

I wondered to myself why I had gotten so upset. I'm really not the kind to lose control in anger and in a fit of rage. (This was an expression of God's rage that the apostates care only for the world and not for their own souls or those of others. {2:3} how shall we escape, if we neglect so great a salvation? which having at the first been spoken through the Lord, was confirmed unto us by them that heard. {Rev.3:16} So because thou art lukewarm, and neither hot nor cold, I will spew thee out of my mouth.)

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