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| art by The Catholic Guy 2012 |
I had a dream in which I was an undercover agent assigned
to infiltrate and expose a religious cult that was indoctrinating children and
others to be terrorists.
The cult leader was a reasonably well-known figure in
theatrical circles. I had met him before and found him to be pompous, but I had
never realized he was dangerous, perhaps because I was misled by his charisma,
eloquence, and talent.
But after I had spent some time in the meetings of his
cult, I realized how wrong I had been. He used his charm and powers of
persuasion to convince vulnerable, emotionally scarred individuals to bend to
his will and to worship him as their leader. They eagerly accepted his
distorted view of the truth to the point of harming themselves or others just
to please him.
I was pretending to lead a ritual in which all were wearing
long white robes and lifting their hands to praise the false prophet, while
marching in troughs filled with ice. Suddenly he became suspicious that the
police were near and commanded that everyone evacuate the premises. He scooped
up a black cat that was supposed to represent a pagan spirit and thrust it into
my arms, demanding that I be responsible to carry it safely to our next
destination.
The cat snarled at me, bearing its saber-like teeth in a
diabolical grin, and thrashed about in my arms so that it could claw me. I was
finally able to subdue it by holding its hind limbs and grabbing its collar so
that it had no wiggle room to attack me. But one of the cult members, a
simpering, would-be actress, rushed over and cooed delightedly over the cat.
“Such a sweet, gentle kitty,” she cried. “Don’t hold it so
tight – just give it some room.”
With that the cat meowed plaintively, only to growl and
fight harder once I headed for the exit.
Once outside the compound I ran for shelter to a nearby
farmhouse, where the cat seemed to let down his guard once I released him and the
couple who lived there offered him some milk. Surprisingly, the cat allowed me
to pet him and even purred appreciatively.
I called my handlers and let them know that the cult was on the move. The couple offered to let me stay with them until the cult leader had been apprehended, but warned me that there was a fugitive on the loose, an escapee from an institution for the criminally insane. He had been described as armed and extremely dangerous. In return for them giving me shelter, I was to guard their front gate and protect them if the fugitive appeared.
I called my handlers and let them know that the cult was on the move. The couple offered to let me stay with them until the cult leader had been apprehended, but warned me that there was a fugitive on the loose, an escapee from an institution for the criminally insane. He had been described as armed and extremely dangerous. In return for them giving me shelter, I was to guard their front gate and protect them if the fugitive appeared.
So I stood outside the door, wondering how I had escaped
from one dangerous situation, only to find myself in another that was even more
fraught with peril. Suddenly my worst fears were realized as a young man
wearing a backward baseball cap approached menacingly from the end of the long
road leading to the front door.
Paralyzed in terror, I shivered as he swaggered down the path,
his bulky frame casting a giant shadow in the afternoon sun. As he drew nearer, I saw his face, with
features characteristic of a neurodevelopmental disorder, but they were
contorted in anger. Worst of all, he clenched a long knife, its blade coldly
gleaming in the sun’s rays.
I was unarmed and knew I could not possibly overcome him in
my own strength. From about six feet away, he suddenly charged forward at full
tilt, brandishing the knife in his outstretched arm. My heart sank in dread and
my knees felt like rubber. But then I was shocked that as he ran toward me, I
embraced him in a warm hug! He dropped the knife and hugged me back, sobbing
with tears of release, joy and acceptance.
As I awoke with a great sense of relief, I thought of the
Bible verse, “Perfect love casteth out fear” (John 4:18). We live in the end times where wickedness and
sin abound (Romans 5:20), and
false prophets (Matthew 24:11,24; Mark
13:22; 2 Peter 2:1) are rising up to deceive many, leading them
into evil and danger (2 Timothy 3:1-7).
The cult leader in the dream came from a theatrical background, which is
appropriate for a false leader (Jeremiah
14:14) with the acting skills to transform himself from a demon into an
angel of light (2 Corinthians 11:13-15),
or from a wolf into a sheep just by a change of costume (Matthew 7:15).
His followers were marching in troughs of ice, perhaps
symbolizing that in the end times, the love of many will grow cold because of
the abundance of sin (Matthew 24:12).
It also is a striking contrast to the beautiful feet of those who spread the
Good News of the Gospel, which we can imagine are burning as they tread the
hot, dusty roads (Isaiah 52:7; Romans
10:15).
Yet once we are saved by trusting in the death, burial, and
resurrection of Jesus Christ (1
Corinthians 15:1-4), we have nothing to fear from false prophets or
from anyone, for His Holy Spirit within us gives us the discernment to
differentiate God’s Word from distortions from the devil (1 John 4:1; Romans 8:16-17).
We are then able to speak the truth in love to those who
have been fooled or misled (Ephesians
4:14-15), and we have the responsibility to do so, for we are soldiers
in God’s army (2 Timothy 2:1-5).
The gift of such witness is the greatest act of love we could show God and one
another (1 John 4:12, 17),
except to lay down our life as Christ Himself did for us (John 15:13; 1 John 3:16). Yet God asks us not to
sacrifice our own body, but to make it a living sacrifice to His service, honor
and glory (Romans 12:1).
The cat in the dream appeared to be possessed by an evil
spirit with the aim of deceiving others into false worship and of harming me. And
yet once removed from its evil environment and treated with kindness, it
changed into a harmless and even loving creature. When others attack us in anger,
we can choose to retaliate or to diffuse their wrath with loving words (Proverbs 15:1).
The farmer and his wife displayed hospitality toward me,
yet their “love” was conditional in that I was expected to protect them and their
property by risking my own life. Praise God that His love is unconditional and
infinite, for He is love! (1 John 4:8)
Even the fugitive, portrayed as a depraved murderer
hell-bent on destruction, transformed into an empathic fellow human being once
treated with love. It reminded me that we can love one another only because
Christ first loved us (1 John 4:19)
with perfect agape love, even while we were His enemies (Romans 5:10).
As the world celebrates Valentine’s Day, it is wonderful to
shower our loved ones with gifts, flowers and expressions of affection, as long
as we do not lose sight of Christ’s perfect love. There is so much hate in our
world today – senseless killings, wars motivated by political ideologies, and
cruelty for the sake of convenience and expedience.
While we need to remain vigilant, for our enemy seeks to
devour us (1 Peter 5:8), we
would do well to remember that Christ told us to love our enemies, to do good to them, to bless them and to pray for them (Matthew 5:44). Showing Christ's perfect love to one another can go
far toward dissipating fear in ourselves and in others, even our most dreaded
adversary!
© 2020 Laurie Collett
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