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| Copyright © 1999 by The Voice of Prophecy |
| David B. Smith |
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| April 6, 1999 |
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THE 2,500-YEAR DREAM #2
THE DAY MICK JAGGER BECAME PRIME MINISTER Do you remember reading in the papers back in 1997
when Mick Jagger went from being the Rolling Stones' leading mouth, and
became instead a member of Parliament? That was quite a headline, wasn't
it? Remember? And the other big one was when Princess Diana moved to Africa,
and began training as a long-distance runner for the Olympic Games. I
KNOW you recall reading that story. "In the second year of his reign, Nebuchadnezzar had dreams; his mind was troubled and he could not sleep. So the king summoned the magicians, enchanters, sorcerers and astrologers to tell him what he had dreamed. When they came in and stood before the king, he said to them, I have had a dream that troubles me and I want to know what it means." Have you ever had a dream that you suspected came from something more than anchovies the night before? Well, this was one of those. Even this heathen king had a gut feeling that this dream was different, that it contained some message of import. But notice his immediate mistake. Who does he call in? The exact kinds of people who just batted "point zero zero two" for the supermarket tabloids recently in 1997. He calls in the same people, the ancestors of the guys who predicted that Kathie Lee Gifford would be abducted by aliens, and then get dropped off in the Colorado wilderness, where she'd walk around in a daze for five weeks. I like the very plain way the Clear Word paraphrase describes the resumé of these losers. "The next day he [Nebuchadnezzar] called in his fortunetellers, astrologers, scientists and priests who claimed they could communicate with the dead." Now, here's the wrinkle. Just like the National Enquirer's
staff can do, these people were capable of making up any harebrained thing
you wanted to hear. They could predict all sorts of foolishness, and then
hope that there wasn't a Babylonian version of this Mr. Gene Emery to
check on their accuracy. And if Nebuchadnezzar described to them his dream,
they could easily say, "Well, that's obvious. You've repressed your
childhood, and you have a fear of trees, and there's going to be a better-than-average
pomegranate crop two years from now, in 602 B.C. Anything else you want
to know?" O king, live forever! Tell your servants the dream, and we will interpret it." They go back and forth, with the usual colorful Babylonian threats, and this collection of charlatans simply can't deliver. Which you can't blame them. The king was asking the impossible, in terms of human ability. And these so-called "wise men" admit as much. Notice verses ten and eleven: "The Chaldeans replied to the king, There isn't a man alive who can tell others what they have dreamed! And there isn't a king in all the world who would ask such a thing! This is an impossible thing the king requires." Now notice: "No one except the gods can tell you your dream, and they are not here to help." The NIV says it this way: "No one can reveal it to the king except the gods, and they do not live among men." And you know, these clever con men did have it part
right. No man on earth could know such a thing. Only a god or, check
that THE God of the universe could do this. And it just happens that
the God of the universe does indeed live among men . . . at least among
certain ones who serve Him. "At this, Daniel went in to the king and asked for time, so that he might interpret the dream for him." Some versions even have Daniel making a promise to
Nebuchadnezzar: "Twenty-four hours from now, I'll be back with the
answers you need." Isn't that a fantastic way for God to set this up? Nebuchadnezzar forgets what the dream is. His wise men, all a bunch of fakers, have no clue what to do. Then this young follower of the living God stands before him, gives all CREDIT to God, and then reminds him in perfect detail what his dream was. "In the vision you saw an enormous statue of a man," Daniel says. "The statue glowed with a brilliant light and as it stood there before you, it was frightening to look at." And the king just about jumps right out of his throne. "That's it!" he shouts. "NOW I remember! That's exactly what it was!" Notice: immediately, this kid, Daniel, has total credibility. He goes on: "The head of this statue was made of fine gold, its chest and arms were made of silver, its waist and hips of bronze, its legs of iron, and its feet partly of iron and partly of clay." And Nebuchadnezzar is speechless. "Danny,"
he says, "that's exactly what I dreamed. From head to toe, you got
it right. Man, how could I have forgotten it?" The whole thing has
come flooding back to him, and let me say it again: this young man standing
before him enjoys instant credibility. How did he do it? What kind of
a God does this kid serve? |