A Dream of a Broken Church by Cami little handmaid
In the dream I was standing at a lectern in a Catholic Church. As the lector, I wanted to prepare to do the readings. I looked to the right to turn the microphone on, but the neck of the microphone was broken off. On the left, the neck of the light was broken off. In the middle was the lectionary, but it was opened to the back pages, which looked like an index. I didn’t know which Sunday it was, so I didn’t know which Scriptures to read. I was very anxious, because I didn’t have the preparation, nor the resources, to do my job. I looked out at the sanctuary, and there were only a few pews, scattered around, facing in various directions. There were also only a few worshippers, and some of them were Baptists. Directly in front of the lectern, standing in the sanctuary, there was a demon. I could see a form, but it was not clear. I just knew it was a demon. I pointed at it with my right index finger, and I called out in a loud voice, “In the Name of Jesus, get out!” I sensed