It was my fault, and I accepted it in my dream, I accepted it and I knew that God had given me every chance to know Him, but I had waited, just waited because I was comfortable in the lukewarm. I awoke from my dream with a start, my 3 year old had cried out in his sleep which startled me awake. I was shaking and felt so empty, so sad. I woke my husband and told him that I had the most awful dream. I felt like crying but was too tired. I knew what the dream meant. I have been struggling with my faith for some time and though I want, long, to feel the same fire I felt when I first became a Christian, I am having a hard time finding my way back to that path.

I had this dream on Thursday morning and on Saturday morning we went to church. The sermon was on Revelation 3:14, a letter written to the church of Laodicea. My personal belief as well as that of many of my Adventist brothers and sisters is that the Laodicean church is the “church” or people of today. This is what Revelation 3:14 says;