My late Pastor, Apostle Lobias Murray, told us that we should “tell a dream as a dream”.  His meaning was that when relating the events of a dream, simply report the dream as it appeared.  Although not all dreams have meaning for our everyday lives, I know that occasionally they are very relevant.  My latest book, The Night that Death Came Creeping in My Room, relates a dream experience that changed my life.  So, when I experienced a particular dream, it left me disturbed. In the dream that I allude to, I was walking in a little field in my neighborhood and began to notice very tiny black and white puppies scattered on the ground.  They were alive but made no sound.  Their little eyes were still shut and I noticed that their sizes varied, but none was longer than an inch.  I love puppies and I realized in the dream that without proper nourishment, they would not survive.  They needed a safe place so that they could continue to grow.  I was very disturbed in the dream because no one was helping the little dog that was having so many little puppies and who obviously needed help in caring for them.  My first thought was to try to find the mother of the “one-inch puppies” so that I could try to tell her to stop scattering her babies everywhere.  I wanted to let her know that they needed a nest and they needed her to nourish them.  Then it occurred to me that I needed to gather them up and try to put them in a nest. I tried to make a nest for them and I began to line it with whatever I could find on the ground such as straw and old rags.  Then I thought, “That’s not a proper nest, they need their mothers”.  Some were dying in the field and they could not even cry for their mother, because they had no voice.

I awoke sad and disturbed for the puppies.  How could someone not help the little dogs that were just dropping them and leaving them to die? For a couple of days I simply could not shake the feeling of sadness that I felt in the dream.  Why did no one care about the “one-inch puppies?”  The tiny puppies needed help and there was no one speaking up for them.  I pondered the dream but I had no answer for a relevant meaning.  As I related the dream to a friend, the Lord began to speak to me.  What follows is what I “heard” in my spirit.

The “one-inch puppies” were actually tiny human embryos, specifically black, white and mixed race babies.  The “one-inch puppies” of the dream were silent because tiny babies have no voice and no ability to communicate.  They are totally vulnerable and are only able to survive in the womb of the mother, their nest.  They were alive because, of course, life begins at conception.  Those tiny babies need someone to pay attention to their cause.  They have a right to life, just as any other human being has a right to life.  God loves them as much when they are less than an inch long and weigh ounces as He does when they are around 7 lbs. and ready to live outside of the womb.

It is interesting that God used the image of tiny, helpless puppies to get my attention. Little baby puppies are so helpless and adorable. Yet, miniscule human babies are being aborted everyday by the thousands and few people are speaking up for them. An anointed pastor in our fellowship, The Late Bishop Paul Cannon of Nash Full Gospel Holy Temple Church, preached a message years ago entitled, “Somebody Ought To Say Something.” The Late Joe Bagsby, a popular host of the Dallas, Texas radio show Heaven 97, was so moved by the message that he adapted the title of the message by Bishop Cannon into a regular feature of his radio program.   “Somebody ought to say something”.  Saints, we must speak against abortion for the babies who have no voice.

Abortion is rampant in the world today. As a nurse I learned that in Russia it is the chief method of birth control. But, as quiet as it is kept, it is also a main method of “birth control” in America. It is sin and God hates sin. It is not only mothers of the “one-inch babies” who have involved themselves in abortion. What about the parents who force or encourage their child to abort? What about the boyfriends and “fiancés” who, because they don’t want to be responsible for child support, insist on the abortion of the child that they helped to create? What about the married man who already has a wife and family who paid for the abortion? What about the nurses, doctors, social workers and aides who work in the abortion clinics (Planned Parenthood Clinics) and what about the legislators who pass the laws making this form of murder legal? Yes, everyone involved, at whatever level, has the blood of the “one-inch babies” on their hands. God will hold them accountable for that sin. The very souls of those babies cry out to God for vengeance. God declares the following :  Romans 12:19 (KJV)
19  Dearly beloved, avenge not yourselves, but rather give place unto wrath: for it is written, Vengeance is mine; I will repay, saith the Lord.

Scary thought, huh? But lest, this scripture unduly break you, remember that the blood of Jesus is strong enough to cleanse you even from this sin. All you have to do is repent, call upon the name of the Lord and He will save you. Then determine to live for Him for the rest of your life. Never commit this sin again and you will be delivered from it. Justification, according to Wikipedia, is God’s act of removing the guilt and penalty of sin, while at the same time declaring a sinner righteous through Christ’s atoning sacrifice. The blood of Jesus will justify you and cleanse you from all unrighteousness.

1 Comment

  1. Great article! It’s time out for Christians claiming to be pro choice. These poor children are slaughtered by the thousands, and apart from being sad about it, we aren’t doing enough. I’m willing to learn more about how I can help.

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