I woke with a dream this morning. There was a large gathering of a great multitude of Christians. Some were on horses carrying royal banners hung on poles with golden cords, like in medieval times. The rest of us were on foot, milling around with great anticipation for what was about to happen. I knew that there was going to be a transfer of banners from one generation to another, but I did not know how it was to take place. I desired to be a carrier, yet so many seemed to have the same desire. Would we approach the banner to which we were most attracted and hope to be the one? That would make for chaos. I did not know what to do, but it was soon to be seen that the choice was not mine anyway.
In the next scene we were all cramming ourselves into a great hall on the same property. We were standing shoulder to shoulder and the passing of the banners was being initiated. I felt a little sad because I was pinned to a wall and could no longer even view the most beautiful banner, much less move toward it. It was a deep crimson with a yellow-gold appliqué. I had not been close enough to see the details of the image in the center, but in my spirit it was majestic. There were many present who I believed were worthy to carry this most beautiful banner, and I did not view myself among them. It seemed that certain ones had been designated for certain banners.
The crowd slowly began to thin as it moved back outside the building. As people exited the building, I was pressed to follow. A remnant was milling around on the grounds as the last of the banners were being transferred. Those who had received banners were lining up in another area for some type of ceremony. Suddenly I heard a horse walking a ways behind me, but I was afraid to turn around and see if it was me who was being approached, or if the horseman was just passing by. The horse got closer and closer, yet still I never turned to look.
Finally, he was right beside me and someone called my name, “Jill.” I felt suspended in eternity while hearing the voice speak, “Jill, He has saved the best for last” (John 2:10). With fear and trembling I turned to see the crimson and yellow-gold banner being held out to me to carry! I was stunned and overwhelmed.
I was sobbing with emotion at this point. Although I could not see the man’s face, I felt his voice of authority asking me, “Are you moved by the honor or by the weight of carrying the banner?” I said, “Both,” and began to weep all over again. Then he asked, “Do you want to get in line with the others, or come to me?” I desperately needed comfort, so without words I ran to him and he held me. It was then that I recognized Him.
As His arms embraced me, I felt a grace and a love that I have never experienced in real life. I was made to understand that the banner was a call to be like “Jesus, the author and perfecter of faith, who for the joy set before Him endured the cross.” (Hebrews 12:2)
Rising from my sleep, I went to prepare Communion. I fellowshipped with the Lord, thanking Him for the incomprehensible grace He showed in allowing me to carry His banner. I didn’t hear a voice in my spirit, but there were thoughts: “Jill, you know My banner over you is love. This is the banner I have given you to carry, that others will see My love high and lifted up, even as I was on the cross. The crimson is My blood and the yellow-gold is My joy. For the joy set before Me I endured the cross. I will reveal the joy set before My people, and My joy will give them strength to endure.”
He has taken me to the banquet hall, and his banner over me is love.
Song of Solomon 2:4
You have given a banner to those who fear You, that it may be displayed because of the truth.
Blessed is the man who remains steadfast under trial, for when he has stood the test he will receive the crown of life, which God has promised to those who love him.
In HIS Service,
Kent Simpson, Prophetic Pastor
Prophetic Ministries Tabernacle
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Gainesville, Texas 76241
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