One year ago, I had a dream. I was staying in a house, and exploring the local area. The neighbourhood looked normal, houses, trees, cars, all the standard trappings of life – a pleasant environment. But at some point I became aware that this land was hollowed out, completely undermined.
Beneath the surface layers there were gaping chasms. What pinned the surface to the bedrock was eroded away, and there was precious little remaining to retain stability; collapse could happen at any moment.
That moved on to seeing the whole landscape starting to shift. First gradually shifting, little rockfalls, houses becoming akilter, rocks damaging cars. And then the sense that all was about to give way. To borrow the metaphor – first gradually, then suddenly.
So many of the structures, organisations, and buttresses in our society are now weakened and hollowed out. Failing in their duty to underpin and provide anchor point stability. The church is not immune from this. So much has shallow roots, and is ready to slide with the rest, rather than being rooted down deep – which was the first vision I received for this ministry more than 20 years ago.
When the foundations are being destroyed, what can the righteous do?
Ps 11v3
What indeed? Jesus tells us:
‘Everyone will be salted with fire. Salt is good, but if it loses its saltiness, how can you make it salty again? Have salt among yourselves, and be at peace with each other.’
Mark 9:49-50
He has shown you, O mortal, what is good. And what does the Lord require of you? To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God
Micah 6:8
Save others by snatching them from the fire; to others show mercy, mixed with fear – hating even the clothing stained by corrupted flesh
Jude 1:23
‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.’
Matthew 22:37
He says, ‘Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth.’
Psalm 46:10
Five months ago, I had a variation of the same dream. I was staying in a house on the side of a hill. Further up the hill were two more houses. Suddenly a rockfall took them both and collapsed them. I watched, saddened, but it was like watching something happening far away from me, like a disaster you see on the news. But then the picture shifted, and I noticed the little rockfalls starting closer to my house. I realised then the danger, and that I needed to leave, even if nothing had really happened where I was…yet. The last picture I had was something akin to an exodus, a line of cars leading out through a town.
I’ve been sitting on these for a while, but felt now is the right time to post them. So, what could it mean? First, to be aware that so much that seems permanent, that has been here ‘forever’, really isn’t and will not be. That our real taproot is Jesus. In no other place can security be found. Also that nothing that was, is, or will be, is unknown to God. He already sees the future, and if we abide in Him, we need not fear. Indeed, if we are rooted in him, our feet on the solid rock of Christ, we may yet save the lost as they sweep past. But only if we ourselves are not caught in that raging torrent, when all we cling to disappears like mirages. Only if we are anchored to the One who will never be uprooted.
