My Dream
by: Carl Coglianese
The other night I had this strange and terrifying dream. I was driving with a friend on the way home from somewhere. The skies were dark and menacing. I noticed that the skies were filled with violent lightning strikes. The thunder so lowed and bright we had pulled over the car and gotten out to see what was going on. The great city was miles away from were we had stopped and it seemed like it was being bombarded by such ominous strikes of lightning and such lowed thunder the earth shuck beneath our feet. But no rain. Were was the rain I thought. Then I heard what I can only describe as the most wondrous yet most ominous sound all in one. A sound I have never herd before, yet somehow I recognized and it resonated from very deep from my soul. My Friend was several yards ahead of me when right before my eyes he just disappeared. It was I think at this point I realized what was going on.
A strange fear came over me. I ran for some kind of a place of safety. I do not know why I did. All I knew was that I was very afraid, very alone and felt such a sense of great loss of my best friend. As I Sat in what appeared to be a corner of a abandoned restaurant I came to realize Why had I been left behind? I had been Born Again. Had a very strong prayer life and Love Christ Jesus and my Father God so very much. I had dreamed of being apart of the Rapture for so long and had prayed every day to be apart of this wonderful Transformation.
I just felt so very lost. Mind you not once was I ever mad at God, nor did I feel any bad feelings toward Him. I just did not understand why I had been left behind. I did however thanked Father so very much for taking my best friend. My best friend being saved and taken meant so very much to me.
But the question was, what next for me?
I told my friend about my dream and he told me perhaps Carl, God wants you to stay behind because you are not finished with hat he has planned for you to do. I thought perhaps you just maybe are right my friend. perhaps you are right, Carl