On the very early of June 23rd I had a dream. When I had It I woke up being deeply stirred and also knew immediately with exaction what the interpretation was. After you read the dream below I will give the interpretation. Which I firmly believe is for everyone that reads it.
In my dream I was on a beautiful white state of the art fishing boat. The weather was calm and mild. The sea was calm without breezes typical of early coastal mornings I was kneeling at the very back of the boat leaning upon the rails looking out at the beautiful ocean.
Though the sea was calm looking out upon it, right in front of me, and as far as my eye could see all of a sudden fish were beginning to boil.
It was not a normal fish boil though. I noticed there was more than one species. In fact all in front of me was every kind of fish in the sea from tiny to enormous, all swimming and leaping out of the water. All the species were intermixed and not in separate schools. But teaming together.
In the midst of all the fish, whales and other colossal fish rose to the surface and went back down again into the sea. It was no fish boil I’d ever seen. It was not normal. Which I beheld in amazement wondering what I was seeing and how this could be.
It was as if they were brought to the fishing vessel by God. They were all around the boat everywhere. They were thick enmasse. Meaning the waters were very thick with multitudes of fish.
I realized that this is the fisherman’s jackpot. I looked around to see what I could catch them with. There was nothing in the boat not even a fishing pole. I realized that It didn’t matter because this was nothing a fishing pole could accomplish. This was clearly something only a net could do. Even still, any net that could have been available would not have worked because of the classes of the fish and the many different kinds there were including their sizes.
I looked around again and all I had next to me was a little tin bucket. I looked at the bucket then back at the sea thick with every species of sea life and had nothing to catch them with.
I also realized this would not last long. That time was of the essence and there would be no longer this special chance. Because fish boils only last for a certain, limited amount of time.
I looked back at the stupid tin bucket in a panic and grieved. I hung my head down knowing I had not prepared or planned for this greatest opportunity and the appearance was that I was going to miss out. That it would be too late for me. No time to prepare being that I was already out in the great deep ocean.
The fact that I was on a pristine, state of the art fishing vessel yet had nothing to fish with made me so sad, so deeply upset and ashamed. I just hung my head down and cried feeling helpless as I watched out over the ocean full of every kind of fish and having nothing to catch them with.
Then I awoke.
In the beginning of my dream I was on a beautiful boat out in the middle of the deep ocean. It was a pristine boat which meant that this boat was the best any fisherman could ever dream of. The beautiful shining white represented something of heaven.
The calmness of the sea and weather was so because it was the morning. I know this having grown up all my life at the beach. This is the best of fishing during this time. There was not even a ripple on sea. Just perfect calm.
I was kneeling at the back of the boat, the area where the fishermen cast their fishing lines. I was alone on the boat kneeling down at the very back with my forearms on the rails. My kneeling down is indicative of my life of prayer. The fish that began to team and boil around the fish was sudden and unexpected. It grew and grew until as far as my eyes could see, the ocean tossed and churned with excessive energy of the fish. The unnatural aspect of their being every kind of fish from tiniest to colossal fish all intermixed was that the Lord was showing me that this is indeed harvest time.
Each species represented “every people, tribe, nation and tongue,” ripe for harvest. The suddeness is just that. It is now. Not next month, not next year. It is now. The weather and seas being calm represented our common lives. We do not see under the water, nor do we see what is coming. The suddeness is going to come upon us without warning.
I had no fishing poles only a stupid small tin bucket. Which even in my dream caused me to understand that I was not at all prepared for the harvest. Who goes fishing with a stupid tin baby bucket? My kneeling and just enjoying the weather and the sea revealed to me that I was not aware of my selfishness. The bucket proved that I was not only unprepared, but did not plan for the harvest. The shame of being on the most state of the art fishing boat that should have provided me with all I needed was empty of any of the harvesting equipment that I needed.
I realized even still, that had I had a big net, my efforts would have been in vain as I was alone, and the reality that there would be no one to help me hoist it in. As well as the fact that there could not be any kind of net known to mankind to harvest all these fish out of the sea.
This revealed to me that when the harvest does come all of a sudden, what is in our hands will determine exactly how we were preparing and whom we were preparing for. Meaning, in this case, it was revealed by the Lord to me that I had missed the mark of loving the lost and preparing for my part of their rescue from this “present evil age.”
At this time being that we are on the verge of so many things we have to prepare for such as food supply, places to run to for safety if need be, money being converted into gold and silver etc, the Lord is showing me that we are not paying attention to the harvest. The fact that the boil was sudden, yet built up quite quickly showed me that there is but a very short window to prepare ourselves for the biggest and final catch.
I understand that this was no normal fish boil. For those of you who do not know what a fish boil is, is that when a school of fish go into a feeding season they feed at the surface of the water. They hunt for the smaller schools of fish and surround them and eat.
Also, when fishermen see a boil it is like hitting a gold vein. Fishermen will fish all day long, as long as they can because of the ease of the catch. The main thing of this whole dream was what stood out the most. That these fish being all thickly gathered together were all nations. They were brought to the boat I was in. I knew that because the boat was not going anywhere, it was just lingering in the water. So God had to bring them to the boat all at once.
I was alone in the boat having no one to help me nor anything. This was meant for me on purpose to understand that it was not so much an open rebuke to me, but that the Lord was letting me know that this is now the time that we gather together as His fishermen, His hearty, robust fishermen and work together.
Remember in John chapter 21 how Christ appeared to His disciples and was discovered by them by a miraculous draught (catch) of fishes and then dined with them?
After the Lord appeared unto His disciples twice, His disciples were gathered together and Simon Peter said to them, “I go a fishing,” They all replied that they would go with him. I am sure Peter figured that since the Lord had appeared to them that that was that and it was time to go back to work of being a fisherman. Or perhaps, just to get away and go fishing.
“They went forth, and entered into a ship immediately; and that night they caught nothing. But when morning was now come, Jesus stood on the shore, but the disciples knew not that it was Jesus. Then Jesus saith to them, Children, have ye nay meat? They answered Him, No.
And He said unto them, Cast the net on the right side of the ship, and ye shall find. They cast therefore, and now they were not able to draw it for the multitude of fishes. Therefore that disciple whom Jesus loved saith unto Peter, It is the Lord. Now when Simon Peter heard that it was the Lord, he girt his fisher’s coat unto him, (for he was naked,) and did cast himself into the sea.
And the other disciples came in a little ship; (for they were not far from land, but as it were two hundred cubits,) dragging the net with fishes. As soon as they were come to land, they saw a fire of coals there, and fish laid thereon, and bread.
Jesus saith unto them, Bring of the fish ye have now caught. Simon Peter went up, and drew the net to the land full of great fishes, and hundred and fifty and three, and for all there were so many yet was not the net broken. Jesus Saith unto them, Come and dine. And none of the disciples durst ask Him, Who art thou? Knowing it was the Lord.” John 21:3-12. (KJV).
Notice, it began with one person making the decision. The rest followed Peter. They fished all night and caught nothing. But in the morning they were commanded of Jesus to NOW cast their nets out and they would find. The night represents our efforts up until now to use much of our human strength to “be fisher’s of men.” In my dream it was the morning when there were every kind of fishes. “The night is far spent and the day is at hand.”
I fully believe that this great harvest of “every kindred, and tongue, and people, and nation,” is upon us. Jesus means to redeem as many as is possible. Not by our own means but by His giving us the command to “cast the net on the right side and we will find!” I am deeply moved by this dream. I know now that I have seen the harvest in it’s fullest capacity. God will bring it to us. He will tell us what to do as He did long ago to those few fishermen.
I tossed my tin bucket aside as soon as I woke up. I repented of my only preparing for myself and family. Not considering that while I am saved, sealed by the “Precious Blood of the Lamb” and my name written in His Book, I have now taken into a more perfect view that I am already in the boat while the nations around me are ripe for harvest, and I hold the net.
“Say not ye, There are yet four months, and then cometh harvest? behold, I say unto you, Lift up your eyes, and look on the fields: for they are white already to harvest.” John 4:35. (KJV)
“Then saith He unto His disciples, The harvest truly is plentous, but the laborers few; Pray ye therefore the Lord of the harvest, that He will send forth laborers into His harvest.” Matthew 9:37-38. (KJV).
This word was not just for me, but for all of us who “live and move and have His being.” To love what He loves and to be an intergral part of this work He is wanting to entrust us with. Time to start preparing. He is going to bring it to you……to all of us. No tin cans. Only the the net, the Gospel drag net that does not break as we drag it into heaven land.