Miki's dream | news I was deeply touched when I received the following from my friend. She and her husband have been coming to Kawaguchi Christ Church for over 10 years with their daughter, Miki. Miki was 10 years old when she had the following dream. 
“My mother and I were entering a magnificent hall where there was a very long table placed right in the middle of the hall. As I looked out of the window, I saw another layer of space where there were people working. I saw my father among the people there. I shouted to him but he didn’t seem to notice me at all. There were bean sprouts planted plentifully all over the place and my father seemed very busy carrying bottles of mineral water to water all of the plants. I turned around again to look where I was. The hall looked full of heavenly splendor. With excitement in my heart I went near to the table and noticed that it was a banquet table prepared for guests. I then noticed a name card which was placed before each dinner plate. It was so beautifully embroidered in gold thread. As I took one of the cards I saw that it was blank without any name written on it. I wondered why and suddenly I remembered my grandmother. I broke down and wept uncontrollably. ‘Obaachan…Obaachan…’ (‘Grandma…Grandma…’) was all I could cry out as I wept. Then I took a pen and began to write down my grandmother’s name onto the card. I signed my grandmother’s name on all the name cards that I could lay my hands on until there weren’t any more cards left. I wept bitterly again. All of a sudden, there was a crowd of people who came to me and handed me their cards to write on. I wrote and wrote and then I heard someone said it was actually meant for your own name.......I suddenly woke up and realized that it was just a dream…… I told my parents about it and my mother said to me that God wanted me to pray and reach out to my grandmother. Weeping is a form of intercessory prayer. I don’t understand a whole lot of what my mother told me but I feel sad if my grandmother will one day die and go to hell. I want my grandmother to go to heaven…” After reading the email, I was reminded of the passage in Matthew where Jesus looked at the crowds and said they were lost, like sheep without a shepherd. He looks over Japan and weeps for the many millions who still do not know Him. When was the last time you wept for the lost? May God give us His passion and heart for the world just like He gave Miki. by Hazel Schaeffer September 23, 2005 | 
