Lakeside Wednesday 15th March 2006

Ok, so more intense warfare. I see another fire. There's a wooden cross burning in the fire. As I walk towards the shore I begin to realise that this cross, which appeared to have been about 12 feet tall, was actually only about 4 feet in height. When I got to the fire I reached in and grabbed the top of the cross. When I pulled it out it transpired that this wasn't a cross at all, but a solid gold sword. It was a sword refined and sharpened in the fire. Again the Lord told me that he turns our suffering into our victory. He turns our persecution into our joy. He turns our mourning into dancing. He turns our cross into a sword.