I was standing on a small remote hill; the wind was blowing, the
long grass under my feet moving in the wind. A man in uniform
came up the hill and pulled out a sword. I knew he was going to
run me through with it and I cried out to God, "Lord, this is
going to hurt," but before I got the words out the sword was
half way through and I was surprised that it didn't hurt at all
and I died. And the dream ended.
(Note from David: This is to you who are called to be
martyrs. The sting of death, which is sin, can be overcome
through faith that it has been overcome by our Lord. {1
Cor.15:53} For this corruptible must put on incorruption, and
this mortal must put on immortality. {54} But when this
corruptible shall have put on incorruption, and this mortal
shall have put on immortality, then shall come to pass the
saying that is written, Death is swallowed up in victory. {55} O
death, where is thy victory? O death, where is thy sting?
{56} The sting of death is sin; and the power of sin is
the law: {57} but thanks be to God, who giveth us the victory
through our Lord Jesus Christ.)
