When I was 12, I made the personal decision to accept Christ into my heart and into my life. Around this time, I vividly remember a dream I had, and it went like this.
I was standing in line, down a long dark hallway. There were flickering lights along the walls. Everyone was silent, just looking down at their feet. I could hear violent screaming up ahead, probably 30 yards or so.
As I approached the front of the line, I could see a y intersection. There was one door that was straight ahead, and another that veered off to the left. I remember the door to the left was lit up a little brighter than the one straight ahead. I could hear people in both lines going up to both doors, sobbing…sniffling. It’s like I knew what was happening. We were going to our death.
Getting closer to where the lines split I heard intense screaming coming from behind what I thought was the door to the right, or straight away. I didn’t hear such horrendous sound from the door to the left. I remember getting up to where the lines separated and suddenly noticing my dad was standing in front of me. He went to the left but something forced me to stay straight. I could now hear an evil tone of laughter coming from behind the door to the front. I was quickly approaching the door….so scared I was shaking.
I saw my dad one last time as he entered the door to the left. The door closed behind him, and I was never to see him again. Soon the door in front of me opened. It was pitch black, as I could not see in. I could only hear the nefarious cackling that shook me to my core. Once inside, the door closed behind me. The room was dimly lit. On the floor in front of me was a blood stained burlap sack. Surrounding it were 2 or 3 demonic looking figures holding swords. They were giggling as they threw me into the sack. I thought for sure I had been sent to Hell…like literal Hell. All the screaming I had heard must have been from the people in front of me being stabbed to death in the sack.
Then the unthinkable happened. I felt the swords pierce through me, but felt no pain. It was here where I realized what was happening. This was the doorway, the path to Heaven. The other door is where all the screaming was coming from. The other door was to Hell. My body went limp. Within just what seemed like a second or two, I felt the sack being taken off of me. The demons were no longer there but instead, there stood Christ. He was so bright I could barely look at him. He picked me up off the ground. There wasn’t a scratch on me. He had the gentlest smile on his face, and took my hand. We started walking away from the door and that’s when I woke up.
It was the most intense, vivid, realistic dream I ever have had to this day…and trust me, I used to have severe nightmares from my combat time. When I woke up, in a sweat mind you, I quickly realized what had happened. I had chosen to die for Christ just as he did for me. By physically dying for what I believe in, I became fully alive forever in Christ. I recognized all this at the young age of 12 and have remembered every detail of this dream my whole life. That was almost 25 years ago, this August.
I chose to replay this for y’all because of what
@catfishpunter just posted. He’s right. In the end, nothing will matter except who we decide to follow…satan, or Christ. The decision is yours. Love you all!