Please forgive me, in advance, for the length of this mail. This will be a one-time occurrence.
As I have outlined in these messages ( link to my 'intro' post , link to "The Ends of Time" discussion thread ) on this Forum, I found this web site looking for information concerning the book of Daniel, chapters 11 (and 12), for a Bible study that I’m presenting. Since that time, I have been studying, in depth, Eugene’s online book “The Ends of Time,” and have been truly blessed by the spiritual and theological challenges and insights presented in that work. I’ve read it through at least four times now.
I am truly grateful that God has led me to this Site.
Since I have been studying these matters, I have been led through many avenues into a study of Scripture unlike any I’ve had before. Scripture seems to be coming alive! Strangely, the ‘key’ has been to really seek to understand Scripture itself, in its context.
I wish to relate a dream that I had on June 8, 2004, while tent camping with my family in Wawona, California, in Yosemite National Park. I had the dream on the 3rd night of our vacation. I would like feedback from any that care to give it, asking that they prayerfully consider their response first. I will try to be as accurate as possible, and not embellish.
It may be well to summarize my experience and feelings that I had leading up to, and immediately before the dream, so that is where I’ll begin.
It is a very daunting task to begin a verse-by-verse study of Daniel and the Revelation, especially teaching it to folks unfamiliar with the Bible. As I began the studies, I looked forward to teaching Daniel 9-10 with a bit of ‘fear and trembling;’ but as I really studied the Biblical texts, and many reference works, I knew that with prayer and God’s guidance that it could go very well. Daniel 11 (and, to some degree, Daniel 12) were a different story altogether. Many years ago (1979) I attended the Pilot program for the first SDA ‘Daniel and Revelation Seminar,’ presented by two wonderful Christian gentlemen: Elders O.J. Mills and Dwight Taylor. I owe these men a huge debt of gratitude. It was completely unlike the seminars that ultimately evolved, in that the workload was significant. There were at least 22 nights, we met 3-4 times per week for a couple hours, and there was assigned a tremendous amount of reading homework—much of it being large portions of The Great Controversy, by E.G. White. It was a heady and wonderful time for me. I was not a SDA at the time, but this series was a driving force toward my becoming one. I relate this because it was the first of my studies that ran through ‘the whole’ of Daniel and the Revelation, but we touched on Daniel 11 (and 12) very slightly, if at all. This has been a common occurrence throughout my SDA experience, and in my studies of Daniel over a 25-year period.
Returning to my present Bible study: I began reading everything I could get my hands on concerning Daniel 11, I began asking every person that I had spiritual respect for to give me something I could get my mind around—I had to teach on it very soon! No one could come up with anything that they could recommend with confidence. I asked folks passing through that were presenting seminars. Nothing. I read the SDA Bible Commentary for Daniel 11 through, more than once. (To summarize the SDA BC on this chapter: the review begins just fine, but soon reaches a historical/interpretive ‘fork in the road.’ At the fork, there are two very different interpretations then presented, of which either may be correct. Prayerfully pick the one that seems correct to you! This is very unsatisfying.) I read C.M. Maxwell’s “God Cares, Volume 1” at least three times. His appraisal matches the commentary to a degree, but (my summary of his words) after discussing the theological ‘fork in the road,’ he suggests that we may one day learn the message of the remainder of the chapter through deep, prayerful study; and to his credit outlines some principles to keep in mind during study. I wholeheartedly agreed, and agree.
At this point, somewhat in desperation, I began to search the Web in earnest for a concise explanation or exegesis (I had looked prior to this time—to no avail). I found Dedication’s ( link to Ulrike's Daniel Index ) Canadian SDA-based web site, which certainly had the most in-depth historical SDA interpretation site on the Web, but there was so much data that it was staggering—and I had no idea how one could teach the material to neophytes. I found this Forum and Web site through a Google search, which plopped me into Eugene’s treatise on Daniel 11, and found what seemed to me at the time to be a revolutionary concept: that of “multiple scenarios” ( link to "Multiple Scenarios" discussion thread ) in prophecy. From that time on, I felt that I had received a wake-up call regarding my Biblical understanding, and even my study methods. The things that I studied therein began to grow more simple and true-to-Scripture by the moment. But, (and it’s a large BUT) there were certain details of this interpretation that were not in accordance with historical Adventism. By this time, I felt that I must become like Daniel himself in chapter 9, verse 3 and “set my face toward the Lord God to make request by prayer and supplications” (NKJV) concerning all these things. I was burning to find the truth of these matters. After much in-depth study, much prayer, and very circumspectly, I realized that I must present the thesis of multiple scenarios to my Bible study folks as a third possibility (including the two paths at the ‘fork in the road’) for interpreting Daniel 11, et al, that had some tremendous merits. I did not do this ‘lightly.’ I understood the magnitude of the concept’s implications.
At this time I left for Yosemite, and I was pleading daily (really hourly) for God to show me His will and truth on this matter. I was trying to understand all the theological ramifications of the things I had studied. I was conflicted and fairly overwhelmed, but hopeful.
Now in Yosemite, the evening of my dream began with a campfire; only my wife and stepson (I also have two stepdaughters that were already sleeping) were awake enough to join me for a time. After a while, my stepson and then my wife grew tired, and went to their tents to sleep. I remained at the fireside, thinking about my life, my Christian experience, my spiritual state, my studies in Daniel… I was feeling discouraged as I thought about these things. I prayed, and decided that I would read the chapter “The Lord’s Vineyard” in the book Christ’s Object Lessons, also by Ellen G. White (an outstanding essay.) Still feeling strangely ‘down
’ I prayed again, wondering why I was feeling that way when I was finally away from work and life’s pressures, and had a period of time to enjoy in one of my favorite places on earth. It didn’t make sense. Since I had prayed and studied for a while, the fire was burning down and it was getting quite late, I prayed that God would be merciful to me and give me an encouragement (I never prayed for an ‘encouragement’ before in my life.) I then went to the tent for sleep.At about 5:20 AM, I awoke, profoundly impressed
As it began, I was driving on a beautiful, winding country road. There were magnificent green trees all along the way, and shafts of sunlight were permeating the greenery at intervals. It was exceedingly peaceful. I came to a street or long driveway intersecting upon my right, and pulled the car off the road to take a look. The road led quite a way to a rather large building that had an ominous feel to it. The building itself was not unusual—just a single-story, normal-looking office style. I often pulled over and looked at this building on my way home, just as I was then. There was just something about it that wasn’t quite right; at this time I can’t remember what set it apart from others. It seemed that there was an inordinate amount of security and secrecy there
. I could never tell from my stops whether it was a government building or a research facility, but it certainly had that feel. My curiosity was natural; in the dream I was a newspaper reporter, perhaps an investigative journalist of some type. I pulled away, and continued to my home.(I arrived home, to a house that I don’t recognize now or then, but I remember many details of it.)
After I arrived home, I received an unexpected phone call from a ‘whistle-blower’ from the institution that I had paused to look at. The person told me that he would come to my house later that evening with “undeniable proof” of a concealed, dangerous corporate or governmental cover-up: my suspicions were confirmed. He appeared at the house with a protective body suit, not unlike a suit for radiation or biohazard workers, and left it with me. The understanding that I had from the stranger’s visit was that if experts examined the suit, all mysteries regarding the strange activities at the plant would be blown wide open.
Later on that same day, I also received somehow—the knowledge from God, that He would speak a message to me that night, at 2:00 AM. Two (real-life) married friends of ours learned of this coming communication very late in the day (I or my wife may have called them—I’m not sure), and they immediately left their home to drive to our place. As these friends were enroute, and it was very late, I realized that another real-life friend of ours (Mat) was out front in the driveway playing basketball under the lights. He was playing with a friend of his that we did not know.
When our married friends arrived, the atmosphere was very solemn. We were trying to arrange a way to videotape the communication event, but it seemed that all we had was a VCR. It also seemed that we thought we could tape the event with just a VCR and no videotaping device. Odd. As the time grew near, I went outside by myself onto a sloping lawn, facing approximately east. This was on a different side of the house from the basketball hoop. At 2:00 AM exactly, I noticed that the sun began to rise in the east: a beautiful, peaceful, miraculous sunrise. I was thrilled to my soul. I felt as if the sun was warming me through to my heart. I yelled “Of course! The sun is rising at midnight!” as if it was a forgotten something that I remembered was supposed to happen just that way. But, even as I was yelling that out, I was a bit confused as to what I was shouting, since I distinctly knew that it was 2:00 AM, and the sun was definitely rising. It seemed that my mouth was speaking its own words, divorced from my mind’s thoughts.
About this time I realized that the others: my wife, our married friends, Mat and his friend, were now on the lawn behind me. Mat’s friend began to talk about some future sporting event that he was concerned about, but I turned toward them and yelled without thinking “don’t worry, we won’t be here by then!” As I cried out, I could feel myself ‘going into vision,’ (the only way I can describe it) and I began to see a horizontal cylinder just before me, maybe a foot long, made up of disks in sort of a laminated, horizontal stack-up. Each disk had numbers on it, and the series of numbers on the disks aligned to form a digital number. It reminded me of a large version of the workings of an older-style mechanical odometer in a car. I knew immediately as I saw it, that it was the day/date of Jesus’ coming. We were all terribly excited, but I couldn’t speak the number/date even though I could clearly see it. My mind couldn’t comprehend the clearly presented date in a way that I could voice it. It’s not like I felt God didn’t want me to say it—it’s that I was totally unable to make the sounds come out of my mouth.
At this point in the dream, I awoke. As I write this recollection, I am getting chills remembering the incredible reality of the dream. What I described as ‘going into vision’ was totally amazing, and really indescribable. Words absolutely fail. I can’t begin to imagine the experience of a true prophet in a waking vision!
One last point: about 1/3 of the way through my writing of the dream, in my tent, the pen (the ONLY pen we had) began to skip. I looked at it with my headlamp, and saw that there was virtually no gel ink left in it. I was incredulous. I began to pray that God would somehow ‘fill the pen’ with enough ink to at least record the dream. I even prayed that he would somehow perform a real, visible miracle and make the ink not go down in volume (I’m not joking—there was a layer of ink about .010-.020" thick in the reservoir). That would give me proof positive that God wanted me to record the dream! Alas, it was not to be. I felt like a knucklehead. I did keep praying and tapping the pen—sometimes violently—to get enough ink to the tip to finish the narrative. I had juuuuust enough: the last sentence is barely legible, and the last word is inscribed into the paper without any ink to speak of.
(UPDATE 06 October 2004 If you've read this far, thank you for your interest... I have added a posting below that I feel is important to the reader. To go there, please scroll down to the post named "An Impressive Dream Becomes Even More Impressive" or click this link. If you're pressed for time or your mental energy is fading fast, please read the section beginng with "
What are your thoughts, if any? Was it a strange gastric phenomenon, or a real message? I am especially interested in the views of those that have read Gene’s “The Ends of Time,” or those who have spiritual insight.
Sorry again for the length, but it is what it is.
Thanks, and God bless all,
Steve



Back in the 1950's when I was attending the SDA school, Forest Lake Academy, we were often told of how Jesus was coming soon, maybe even next year. Yet, on reading Daniel and The Revelation, it only seems just now that all those prophecies about America, The Beast, and The Papacy, are developed to the point where final events can really happen any time now. back in the '50's you would never see the pope and the American president sitting for a photoshoot together. America was looking to science to save the world. You couldn't even have a religious article of any kind in a major publication like "Reader's Digest".
