This is the Midnight Hour 5.17 am 14/05/2014
My dream started out as weirdly as dreams often do. I dreamt that it was an episode of Greys Anatomy, and it was the End of the World. Not as we know it, not ‘someone’s’, but the end. And just as happens in dreams, I suddenly realised I was in it. We all knew it was the end of the world, I was the one stuck hiding in a little room with Izzy Stevens and George O’Malley - it was almost MIdnight and we were scared out of our minds ecause it was the end of the world, and others were already gone and there was nothing we could do about it and we were powerless against it, just watching the rain-stained window coming at us from the backest darkest night outside, huddled in a darkened little bunker room we were sharing and it WAS the end of the world.
Then, I was seeing Dr. Christina Yang hovering over Izzy Stevens - she had just been checking another patient and she realises Izzy is dead, she checks pulse and everything, but she’s gone, and she can’t believe it because she was healthy, there was no reason for her to have died. But it’s the end of the world. She just....left.
And suddenly I am watching the scene and I realise that life is something of the dream. This is the Midnight Hour! And I am just as suddenly in a room with my Dad, and he’s sitting in a chair, I am now with my parents in this building in this strange dream, and yet still I know it’s the Midnight Hour, the End of the World, it’s close to the end of the world for everyone, but I know that tonight at Midnight, He is coming for me - and what do I do? Do I become frantic? Melt in a puddle of fear? What do I do?
Thoughts start racing through my mind: My time is near and there’s not much of it left because I am leaving at Mdnight, when He comes for me - but there’s still time for others, not all of us are leaving at Midnight, some have a bit longer and there’s still time, for what you say? For this - My Last Will & Testament.
And what do you think I write? To whom do I bequeath my most precious possessions? And what, indeed, do I prize the most, at the most imminent of moments?
I scramble around my desk of papers, ripping at my precious work log books where I keep information on clients, payments and prospects, the books which, in life, I seem to depend on, that I go through almost everyday adding potential money and past payments and praying for more, and it all means nothing - I rip through them all just looking for a clean sheet on which to write - Im desperate now because I am in the Final Hour and He is coming for me and I need to do this for Him before He comes and I must go - something I can only do while yet I breathe -
I scribble frantically at the top of a page in capitals: My Last Will & Testament and I write:
He is alive. God is real. He is alive, don’t be fooled. Don’t miss out on the chance to know Him. It’s the Midnight Hour but there’s still time for you. He is coming, but there’s still time. But it’s the Midnight Hour so don’t waste it. He is coming for me, but He is coming for you too, so get to know Him, give Him your life, there is so little time left. God is real, God is alive and He is coming soon. Get your life a-right with Him.
This is my legacy, this is my hope, this is my dream - this is all I have to give you. Nothing else matters or is of any worth. HE IS ALIVE - don’t miss Him! Please don’t miss Him!
I’m frantically writing this and look up at my Dad and feeling my time is going to be up before I even finish writing all that I must write and I joke with him that it always seems that I am doing things at the last minute and running out of time because my time’s almost up!
Then I awake. For real this time.
And I’m lying here in bed trying to work through my dream - where it started and it where it ended yet one thing remains clear to me - this is the Midnight Hour - the time of reckoning when the things we truly value are coming to the fore - and those of us who are here and those of us who are going - and who know what everyone is supposed to know - that Jesus lives, our day of reckoning is coming too and we have a legacy and a promise to keep to the One who called us back and has sent us out.
And suddenly I could’nt sleep anymore. I knew I had to write it down. Because People - this is the Midnight Hour and there’s not much more time left, and not that many tomorrows in which to hope we will eventually do the right thing.
I havent said it is going to be easy. I am simply saying it must be done. His will be done.
“ For the hour is coming and has now come - when the true worshippers will worship the Father in spirit and in truth; for the Father is seeking such to worship Him.”
John 4:23
