THE DREAM OF THE BATTLE OF VICTORY

I was in a camp with thousands of other men. This camp seemed to be a camp of war. The atmosphere was filled with power and expectation. My brother and Good Soldier of Jesus Christ, Rev Horace Stewart was our leader. We were in a tent in this camp with a few other men. There was a silence as we stood in that tent. It was as if we were communicating and knew what to do with out saying a word. The battle plans were before us as we prepared ourselves for the inevitable. Horace and I left the tent and started walking through the camp. As we walked through the multitude we looked over the men as they prepared themselves for battle. You could feel the power that surrounded us. It was a spirit of peace that was amongst us. There was no fear and no anxiousness anywhere in the camp.

We rallied the men together and left our camp and went to the battlefield ahead. We walked silently and swiftly to the battlefield before us. As we approached the field ahead I noticed the enemy camp in the middle of that field. It was huge. The closer we got the faster our pace until eventually we started running. It was a fierce and silent charge. We busted through the gates of that camp like a raging storm and flood. It was totally explosive and complete. I was fighting by Horace's side all through the battle. The enemy fell before us.

As we reached the center of this camp there was a tent and in this tent was some structure with a veil over it. Rev told me not to touch it. We had to wait for the men to bring this big stretcher to carry it. The men who came in this tent with the stretcher placed the object on it without touching it. On the table that held this veiled object was a box filled with glorious stuff. There were also brass like images and figurines next to this box. Rev told me to pick up this box and carry it back with us and I knew that I was not to let it go. He also instructed me not to touch or take the the little objects and statues on that table. I lifted this box and with Horace at my side we started walking out the enemy camp. The men with the object walked with us and in turn we were surrounded by thousands of our troops.

We left the camp and entered into the field moving swiftly, rejoicing in the victory as we turned toward our camp. Rev started shouting and leading us in song. The song was "We will come into His house gather in His name and worship Him." As we came closer to our camp I could see our gates ahead I lifted the box that I was carrying over my head. We started running toward those gates ahead I lifted the box that I was carrying over my head. We started running toward those gates singing and shouting faster and louder. There were thousands of us Good Soldiers of Jesus Christ and warriors all rejoicing, laughing, and running on through the valley of victory toward home. As we approached our camp there were many people standing around the gates. A woman stood before Rev and me as we ran toward the gates singing and praising. She put her hand on my throat and started choking me as I sang and ran. With both hands I kept the box raised above my head and could not remove her hand from my throat. I looked at Rev and he started singing faster and louder. We kept running together toward those gates of our camp. This woman was trying to take my breath and praise as I ran and sang, so I started shouting and praising in tongues. She fell before me and was trampled by all the men behind us. I did not look back. We entered into those beautiful gates of our camp with a joyful noise of triumph. We were not tired or weary. We were victorious.