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  THE JOURNEY OF

  THE DREAMER

  BY M. D. HODGE

  copyright 1991 M.D. Hodge

  Cover art is from: Intervention of the Sabine Women

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  Contents

  Forward

  Prelude

  The Journey Begins

  The Glimmer

  The Shadow Years Begin

  The Darkness

  The Candle is Lit

  The Battle Fields

  The Wall

  The Flickering

  The First Sojourn

  The Second Excursion

  The Sad Journey

  At the Rear

  The Deluge

  The Island

  The Realization

  The Rebellion

  The Lord Shall Provide

  The Tree

  Alexander

  An Open Door

  The Cross

  Another Candle is Lit

  A Judgment

  The World Wars

  A Mystery

  The Seven Candles

  Strategic Retreat

  The Warning

  The Wrath of God

  The Witness

  The Battle

  The Millennium

  New Jerusalem

  Epilogue

  Forward

  Acts 2:17

  And it shall come to pass in the last days’ saith God’ I will pour of my Spirit upon all flesh: and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy’ and your young men shall see visions, and your old men shall dream dreams:

  This book even though a fiction has an important difference within it. That would be: that most of the dreams are the author’s actual dreams. The most personal ones changed for privacy.

  While most of the events that are not dreams are the fiction of this book.

  The author’s intent is to cause people to think about where they stand in their faith with

  God and His Son Jesus. For even though the author was in his twenties when he wrote this book and breamed these dreams. He believes that he is one of the old men that has dreamed dreams and to this day still does. He is just not an old man as of yet.

  Simply, we are in the last days. Be they the beginning of them. The middle of them, or the end of them. No one knows the answer, but God and His Son.

  Prelude

  Darkness surrounds the small form of a child. The sound of a heart as it beats is all the sound it hears except for the occasional voice of a woman.

  “Timothy,” comes a new voice to the child, a voice that is deeper in tone than that of the one he has heard before.

  “Timothy, you shall be a sign of my imminent return. You will be rejected as I was, but in the end you shall be heard. Even though your voice shall be carried by another, but that other shall love you as I do.

  “Now rest, child. The light of day is not for you right now. It is still several months till your lungs are ready to breathe air and your eyes are fit to be in the light of day. Rest in your mother’s womb. Enjoy that which others are denied by their mothers, the warmth and comfort that can only be found within them.”

  THE JOURNEY BEGINS

  :Missouri, Kansas City

  :1960, February 14

  :8:37 am

  Gray clouds hide the blue sky from the people of the bustling city as they go about their business on a cold winter’s day. On the busy streets of the city anxiously a young couple drives to St. Mary’s Hospital in their 1953 Ford.

  “Ohhh!” the woman says in pain, closing her green eyes tightly as she holds her enlarged stomach, her sweaty brown hair wilting around her face.

  “Hold on, Sally! We’re almost there,” the blue-eyed man says as he looks at his watch to time the contractions. He runs his hand through his uncombed red hair.

  Ahead of him he sees Garner, so he looks around to see if it is safe to make the turn a little faster than he normally would. He sees that it is not, and so he stops.

  “Ohhh!” come Sally’s reaction to the pains of birth as she looks at her husband.

  “Hurry, Frank!” she demands with urgency. Looking both ways down Garner, he decides it’s safe even though the light is still red for him. They arrive at the hospital moments later and pull up to the hospital entrance.

  Frank quickly gets out of the dull green car, and runs around to help his spouse.

  “I wish you would have said something sooner, honey. You told me last night you didn’t feel right.” She looks at him angrily, and he does not say another word as they enter the hospital admissions office.

  A nurse looks up from behind a high counter-like desk in the rear corner of the large room. A few people seated in the many rows of seats look at the couple as they enter. Immediately the nurse shouts for an orderly and comes to help the young woman. She places one arm behind

  Sally, and uses the other to help guide the pregnant female toward the quickly approaching wheelchair as Frank follows closely behind.

  As Sally sits in the chair, the nurse grabs Frank by his arm as he begins to follow his wife. She turns him toward a regular desk next to the desk she originally came from behind and sits down behind it.

  “All right Mr....?”

  “Browning.”

  “Mr. Browning, we have some papers for you to fill out, and then I’ll show you where the waiting room is,” explains the nurse as she pulls an immense stack of papers from a large drawer on the right side of the desk.

  :1:43 p.m.

  Nervously Frank sits on the edge of the waiting room chair. He looks, for possibly the thirtieth time, at the clock on the wall and then looks again at his watch to see if it is still running.

  ‘I hope everything’s all right at work.’ he thinks to himself. Sally said he was becoming a workaholic, but he felt he needed to make more money especially because of the new baby.

  `I hope my boss is not too mad at me, He seemed okay when I called him and told him I would not be in today.’ he thinks, again looking at the wall clock. `I don’t want to lose this job. It might be a small one, but one of these days I’ll get out of the mail room.’ He stands, and moves at a moderate pace over to the window as he passes the thirty mostly empty chairs in the room.

  “Excuse me,” he says to the nurse seated at the little desk on the other side of the window.

  “Yes?” She grudgingly replies.

  “Could you tell me if you’ve heard anything about Sally Browning?” he asks, slightly shocked by the nurses look of anger at being bothered. Then he remembers that it is possibly the hundredth time she has been questioned by him, as well as by the other fathers in the room, and so his shock eases.

  “No, we haven’t Mr. Browning; we’ll call you if we do,” she says without even checking into the matter. He turns and goes slowly back to the far side of the small room, where he had been seated.

  `One of these days I’m going to have a business of my own, and I’m going to give this child everything, but for now I’ve got to keep my mind on college, and trying to get that accounting degree, so I can move up in the company.’

  :4:47 p.m.

  A nurse comes up to the red-haired man as he looks at a copy of Life magazine for the tenth time.

  “Mr. Browning?”

  “Yes?” His head snaps up as the fatigue vanishes from him and is replaced by anxiety.

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bsp; “Would you come with me?” she asks as she turns and begins to walk toward the door to the waiting area.

  “Yes, ma’am!” He almost shouts as he nearly jumps from his seat, and begins to follow her.

  They turn left as they enter the hallway and pass several doors before the nurse opens one of them.

  Inside the room he sees his pale wife lying in the hospital bed, which is slightly raised. In her arms she holds a small child. He strides quickly into the room, but just as he passes the door, his gait slows. Almost cautiously he walks to the side of the bed as he looks into his wife’s eyes.

  Tears begin to well in his eyes, blurring his vision.

  “Hi, honey,” he says timidly.

  “Hi, Frank,” she says, in a slightly weak voice as she reaches out with one hand and takes his.

  “Look at our son,” she says as she takes her hand back from her spouse and moves the blanket slightly to reveal more of the small reddish face of their baby.

  “I want to call him Timothy,” she says.

  The father of the small form says, “All right.”

  THE GLIMMER

  :Utah, Salt Lake City

  :1968, April 23

  :10:18 am

  It is a beautiful sunny day as a young, awkward boy with dark red hair, walks slowly down his neighborhood streets. He is dressed in finely ironed dark blue slacks, with a white short sleeve shirt. He looks down at the gray paperback book in his hands, and notices again the stick-drawing pictures within it. He begins to think about what he learned today in Sunday school as he looks up at the saddle of the mountains that tower over the houses on the east side of the city.

  He looks at the green blanketed slopes with his hazel eyes and thinks of the man the book talked about the most. A man he has seen in several movies and in a paint-by-number painting in his own home. He thinks about that painting and wonders