What's been going on since the last time I wrote here? Last Friday night, 30th of August, the youth leaders in our church went out. We were gonna do putt-putt but it was raining, instead we went to Starbucks. It was the first time that I went out with them and we had a good time. We talked about what's been going on with us, with our youth group. We started brainstorming on how to help the kids with their Christian life. We encouraged one another and I shared to them about the dream that I had on the 20th of August.

Let me tell you about my dream.

There were familiar faces that I saw in my dream, my family was there and my friend in the Philippines was there. Those were the famliar faces that I saw. There were some more people that I never saw before, but mostly they were young people. What happened in that dream was some people, I don't know if they were muslims or Talibans, took us, the Christians as prisoners. It was like a holocaust that had happened with the Jews. Those people forbid us from praying and praising God but we started praying all the more. Then one man started firing gun in the air to scare us. I was scared, I thought he's gonna kill someone. I was holding a baby, I don't know who that baby was but that baby reminds me of my sister who is already 17 yrs. old, well maybe because I was worried about my sister and my brother. Anyway, we stopped praying out loud for a while and then we started again. We worshipped God and sang songs. I was scared, I was praying to God, asking Him, "Will I be able to die for You, am I ready?" I was crying. We went to sleep on the floor, in a dark house with hundreds of other people majority are youth. I couldn't sleep I was crying, still holding the baby, praying. Then there were hundreds of flaming horsemen and of course with their flaming horses who passed by in the place that we were on. They were leaving poisonous worms that went through our bodies. They made us paralyzed, we can't utter any words and we became deaf.

I woke up for a moment. I was crying. Then I went to sleep.

The dream continued, it was morning, we were on a field. They were about to kill all of us! I started praying again telling God I'm scared to die that way, but I said it is more scarier to deny God! I asked for peace, He granted it. Then for selfish reasons I asked if God could numb the pain that I'm gonna feel then I started smiling, thinking how can I be selfish, Jesus went through much more hardship than I went through and more than that I'm about to go through. The executioners have swords and a steel bar with a hook on it, what's that called? Anyway, they were rusty. I was first in line! I was still holding the baby. Still praying, and convincing myself, I am ready! For some reason we're not on line anymore. We started to surround the executioner, he made us watch him as he beats each one of us to death. I thought I was gonna be first to die. He grabbed a young man, I think he's about 18 to early 20's. I saw the peace in his heart. He was smiling and praising God, then a boy went to him and kissed his forhead. I figured out the young man was a missionary and the boy heard about Jesus because of him. The executioner started beating him. He didn't stop praising God. He keeps on beating him and cut his neck with the rusty steel with a hook. He died of hemorrhage and just burried him on that site. I noticed that the executioner didn't ask him if he would deny Jesus so he can live. I figured out everyone of us there have made up our mind. We can't deny God!

I woke up, crying. I started praying for the persecuted Christians, and for the young people. I believe that there's gonna be a revival among the young people. God's gonna raise up an army from the Generation X.

Voice of the Martyrs