The Vision of the Bear and the Church


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"The Vision of the Bear and the Church"

David Allen Lewis

February, 1976, Chula Vista, California

This morning I had a dream of graphic, visionary quality.

I was on the platform of a church in Washington, D.C.

I stood in the pulpit trying to minister to the congregation. I was speaking to them about the power of prayer and fasting. I was warning the people that the world desires to rob us of our freedom to worship God and spread the Gospel.

The people were not hostile toward what I was saying, but they were not paying attention. They were distracted with inconsequential things. Some looked apathetic and bored. Some were yawning. I thought, "What is wrong. I can't get their attention". I started to make a stronger emphasis. I raised my voice. Nothing helped. I was so frustrated. The people were looking at their watches and ignoring me. They just wanted to get out of church and go home.

The pastor started making little comments that had no connection at all with what I was saying, or anything else for that matter. He addressed some irrelevant question to me, interrupting my train of thought. My level of frustration was increasing. I couldn't make any sense out of what was going on. "What in the world am I doing here?" The pastor kept talking about inane things. The people were not paying attention to him either.

Finally I just quit preaching and stepped back to try and figure out what was going on. It was then that I looked out a side door that led to a room off the platform area. I was horrified to see a huge sleeping grizzly bear. I knew he could easily wake up and come out where the people were.

I slipped over to the side of the platform and quietly closed the door. It did not seem like a very strong door. I was terrified. There was not latch or lock on the door. I stood holding it shut but knew my strength would not be enough if the sleeping bear woke up. I called to the men of the church to come and help me hold it shut. No one, not even one person paid attention. I kept warning the people. I said, "If you won't help me hold the door, at least get out and save yourselves." Most of the people didn't even look my way. The few who did chuckled tolerantly. These people were not hostile. They were just blind to the danger we faced. They were apathetic.

I heard the bear stirring, awakening. He started to push the door. I could not hold it. Suddenly I was swept back as the door came crashing open. I was slammed against the wall. The bear lumbered out past me onto the platform and with one sweep of his powerful paw he killed the pastor. The animal then began savagely to ravage the people as he moved among them. No one could resist. The people screamed in terror. Their cries were so awful I cannot even describe it. The beast attacked one after another of the people. I heard a young girl crying for help as the bear tore off her leg and then chewed on her body. People were crying pitifully. Another girl screamed, "Mama, mama, help me its biting my head." There was a horrible crunch as her voice was silenced.

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