- Aug 9, 2007
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I had a dream that repeated over and over all night last night.
I saw children passing on conviction and repenting and crying out to the Lord Jesus Christ for salvation like it was contagious.
I saw them crying and praising God and filled with joy. 
I saw whole classrooms in public schools cancelling lessons while the kids ministered to each other.
I saw kids whispering in each others ears about Jesus.
I saw kids passing notes in class -about Jesus.
I saw kids passing notes on pieces of colored notebook paper to other schools where the same thing happened.
I saw whole playing fields full of kids falling over like dominoes to worship the Lord.
I saw kids as young as four years old on the streets preaching powerfully like Peter on the day of Pentecost. They were preaching to adults using sophisticated words kids don't usually use.
I saw floods that washed away old dried-up gardens and yards and families working together to create new landscapes around their homes and planting trees that were already fully grown.
These images came to me over and over for about six hours.
The image of the message of the gospel written on torn and folded colored paper like secret notes in a classroom passed along from one person to another and one school to another was particularly strong and recurring. I just thought of that old childhood song, "red and yellow, black and white, they are precious in His sight. Jesus loves the little children of the world."
It was cool! Astonishing really.
I saw children passing on conviction and repenting and crying out to the Lord Jesus Christ for salvation like it was contagious.
I saw them crying and praising God and filled with joy. I saw whole classrooms in public schools cancelling lessons while the kids ministered to each other.
I saw kids whispering in each others ears about Jesus.
I saw kids passing notes in class -about Jesus.
I saw kids passing notes on pieces of colored notebook paper to other schools where the same thing happened.
I saw whole playing fields full of kids falling over like dominoes to worship the Lord.
I saw kids as young as four years old on the streets preaching powerfully like Peter on the day of Pentecost. They were preaching to adults using sophisticated words kids don't usually use.
I saw floods that washed away old dried-up gardens and yards and families working together to create new landscapes around their homes and planting trees that were already fully grown.
These images came to me over and over for about six hours.
The image of the message of the gospel written on torn and folded colored paper like secret notes in a classroom passed along from one person to another and one school to another was particularly strong and recurring. I just thought of that old childhood song, "red and yellow, black and white, they are precious in His sight. Jesus loves the little children of the world."
It was cool! Astonishing really.
