I dreamed I was helping a homeless guy in business. Helped him get established and going. He was the “owner’s” brother. Jesus was the owner.
He was a believer in this regard and new to the kingdom.
Dream number two.
Then I was at some conference. It was day one. I was the last speaker. There was a guy before me all pompous going on about something.
I stood there waiting for my turn with no shirt on.
I told them of my dream (#1) and the homeless guy. How the holy people passed by the dude on the road but the samaratan whom the Jews hated took care of him.
I told them his Jesus hung on the cross naked and took our shame and that me having no shirt might offend but God took it. We focus on the wrong things.
We should get to work rebuilding. They are the brothers and sisters in Christ.