Sunday, August 19, 2012

Overcome With Great Sorrow

Last night I had a dream where I was at a church meeting.  The church meeting had only children present--it looked like the children were all under 12 years old.  There was this little boy who was dying of cancer, so a number of us gathered around him to pray for him.  This little boy's name was Yeshua.  I knew in my spirit that I had faith for this little boy to be healed, but I wondered if these children had faith enough for that little boy to be healed.  There was a close-up of the boy's face in the dream.  Then it was time for me to leave the meeting.

I grabbed my backpack and started walking away, but this little kid walked up to me and gave me my folder that holds some of my papers, my notebook and an atlas of the United States.  I guess I had forgotten to take the folder with me.

As I walked down the street, I stopped at this house to talk with this well-known actor (he was on the sitcom Friends).  We talked about my Christian faith for a while.  At times, it seemed like he was interested in what I was saying and, at other times, he was mocking me.

When I walked away from that actor's house, I was overcome with great sorrow for the little boy that was dying of cancer.  The sorrow was very profound, very deep; it overwhelmed my whole being.  I have never experienced sorrow like that before.  I wanted to weep, but no tears came out of my eyes.  Then I woke up.

The little boy in the dream, named Yeshua, represents the American Christian Church (or churchianity) of today:  immature, shallow, made for children.  The American Christian Church is dying of cancer:  it is losing its life, its salt, its ability to preserve the United States.

When the little kid walked up to me and gave me my folder that had my papers and notebook:  this means that my writings are important for reaching out to the Body of Christ--I am feeding the sheep through my two blogs and my two books.  This is significant because every once in a while I will ask the Lord if I can stop writing in my blogs; sometimes I think it doesn't seem to do much good--especially when we have idiots in the United States who follow people like John Piper, Rick Warren and Joel Osteen.  (The Lord told me to start my two blogs and He also told me to write my two books.)

At the end of the dream, when I was overcome with sorrow:  I wanted to weep, but no tears came out of my eyes.  The United States is in a severe drought this summer because of sin (abortion, homosexuality, earth worship, etc).  It is so dry from sin, I don't have enough water in my eyes to weep for this country.  Maybe the Lord is telling me not to waste my tears over the wicked that have ruined this country.

A Fire in My Bones
Wrath of God


By Tim Shey

Brutal deathdance;
My eyes weep blood.
Pharisees smile like vipers,
They laugh and mock their venom:
Blind snakes leading
The deaf and dumb multitude.

Where are my friends?
The landscape is dry and desolate.
They have stretched my shredded body
On this humiliating tree.

The hands that healed
And the feet that brought good news
They have pierced
With their fierce hatred.

The man-made whip
That opened up my back
Preaches from a proper pulpit.
They sit in comfort:
That vacant-eyed congregation.
The respected, demon-possessed reverend
Forks his tongue
Scratching itchy ears
While Cain bludgeons
Abel into silence.

My flesh in tattered pieces
Clots red and cold and sticks
To the rough-hewn timber
That props up my limp, vertical carcase
Between heaven and earth.
My life drips and puddles
Below my feet,
As I gaze down dizzily
On merciless eyes and dagger teeth.

The chapter-and-versed wolves
Jeer and taunt me.
Their sheepwool clothing
Is stained black with the furious violence
Of their heart of stone.
They worship me in lip service,
But I confess,
I never knew them
(Though they are my creation).

My tongue tastes like ashes:
It sticks to the roof of my mouth.
I am so thirsty.
This famine is too much for me.
The bulls of Bashan have bled me white.
Papa, into your hands
I commend my Spirit.

February/March 1997
Iowa State University

Genesis 49: 10: “The scepter shall not depart from Judah, nor a lawgiver from between his feet until Shiloh come; and unto him shall the gathering of the people be.”


  1. Tim,
    YAH bless you! This is a confirmation to my spirit about the LORD speaking to me about this country having cancer. I bear witness to your dream. Amen.


  2. Just after I had the dream, I thought, so we were praying for this little boy who had cancer. But what tripped me up was the boy's name: Yeshua. And I waited on the Lord and he showed me that the name Yeshua was significant. (I myself virtually never use the name Yeshua, I use the name Jesus)

  3. I just want to share what my husband said about your dream. That so many of the older generation are no longer attending church and it is made up of much younger, babies.

    Either way, our churches are dead.

  4. If you have a milk-bottle Christian preaching from the pulpit, guess what happens to the congregation?

    If you have a blind man preaching from the pulpit, he will lead the congregation into a ditch.

    If someone like myself stands up in a church and tells everybody that he was delivered of many demons, the pastor will later tell you that you were glorifying Satan (this actually happened to me at the First Assembly of God in Ames, Iowa back in 1990) (and he, of course, blasphemed the Holy Ghost).

    It seems like most churches in the United States emphasize church dinners, ice cream socials, bingo and low golf scores.

    No wonder the United States has turned into a big cesspool.

    ". . . Here were decent godless people:
    Their only monument the asphalt road
    And a thousand lost golf balls."

    --T.S. Eliot

  5. Very prophetic Tim. Each detail is exactly what I bear witness to also. So happy you were able to put it all together. Praise God for giving you this dream. The young people (kids) filling the pews is very telling I think. I can see where these new "false teachers" standing behind the pulpits don't want the wise old voice asking them questions as they continue filling the kiddies cups with their Kool Aide. Love the T.S. Eliot quote.... "decent godless people" how profound is that?

  6. Randy: I love T.S. Eliot. Here are some more lines from Eliot's "Choruses from 'The Rock'":

    "The endless cycle of idea and action,
    Endless invention, endless experiment,
    Brings knowledge of motion, but not of stillness;
    Knowledge of speech, but not of silence;
    Knowledge of words, and ignorance of the Word.
    All our knowledge brings us nearer to death,
    But nearness to death no nearer to God.
    Where is the Life we have lost in living?
    Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge?
    Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
    The cycles of Heaven in twenty centuries
    Brings us farther from God and nearer to the Dust."

    "When the Stranger says: 'What is the meaning of this city ?
    Do you huddle close together because you love each other?'
    What will you answer? 'We all dwell together
    To make money from each other'? or 'This is a community'?

    "Oh my soul, be prepared for the coming of the Stranger.
    Be prepared for him who knows how to ask questions."

    Excerpts from "Choruses from 'The Rock'":

  7. Very moving... And so true. The so-called "church" is in serious trouble. What will it take to return to God?

  8. Joe: Probably God's judgment on the church; persecution. This drought is getting worse. I just saw on the evening news that 2012 is the worst year for wildfires in U.S. history. The news also said that this has been the worst year for West Nile virus.

  9. Brother, if you are ever in Houston Texas, please let me know! I know you will be led of the Lord where you go, but when you do come this way I would love for you to come to my Church and share! (I know, it's on a Sunday) but your story would be an amazing blessing. Be blessed man.

  10. Thanks, Warrior. I haven't hitchhiked through Texas since around 2006 or 2007. The last time I hitchhiked through Houston was in 2000. In the past few years, I have mostly been in the northwestern states. God bless you and your ministry.