The Story of God's Love - A Perfect Nightmare | Don't panic, It's Supernatural

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THE STORY OF A REAL BIG SWINE, A RAGING BEAR, A PRAYING MOM, AND A MISSED EXAM

(or how prophetic dreams can prepare you for preaching the Gospel)

A story from the late nineties that really happened.

(it was meant to be a chapter from a book that I'm not sure I would write)

Sandra and I studied almost until morning for an exam—I don’t even remember which one, eschatology maybe, but it must’ve been important. When we couldn't go on any longer, around 5AM, we fell asleep for an hour—one on the floor, the other on a folding bed. But that "one hour" decided to stretch into something seven times longer. We overslept the exam completely. It was noon, and the professor was probably already at lunch. Instead of going on a guilt trip, we made coffee, and I recalled the craziest dream I’ve ever had.

I dreamed I was in a forest filled with monsters, werewolves, vampires, and other creatures from Hollywood horror movies. The last quarter moon loomed over rocks and pines, casting long, twisted shadows in the surreal forest. But this wasn’t a classic horror story, where innocent people end up torn to pieces by monsters. My dream began in terror and ended like a fairytale.

In the dream, I met three beings: first a wild boar, then a bear, and then a man. When the wild boar saw me, it ran toward me, jumped on me, and attacked me. The Holy Spirit told me in the dream to place my hands on its heart. I hesitated, thinking —"I will surely not put my hands on him, this swine is beyond disgusting"— then reclutantly I just stretched one hand, but nothing happened, the situation became really dangerous, then after a short internal struggle, I realised I need to obey the Voice, and laid both hands on its chest. God's glory instantly came down from heaven and touched the beast. I saw how he was given a new heart and transformed into a man from the inside out. Tears ran down his face as he thanked Jesus for loving him so much.

The bear, seeing this, got angry and began to roar. It climbed a large rock and, with a desperate cry, shouted “Jesus!”, tearing off its fur. Underneath was a human body. This beast, too, turned into a man. Overjoyed, he ran to the one who had been the wild boar just moments ago and thanked me.

All of this was being watched by the third man, who seemed perfectly a normal person. He was confused and said to me, he didn’t understand anything, and questioned if I'm real, and asked if we were in some kind of movie. He was completely lost.

Then I woke up.

Since we had missed our exam and the whole morning had gone by, Sandra and I went to visit friends across the city. Around 11 PM we said goodbye and headed back. The buses were not running anymore, because it was too late. We got really tired after one hour of walking and not wanting to walk any longer, we sat on a bench near the Clinical Center in Ljubljana around midnight. Really smart idea. The city was completely empty. Traffic lights blinked yellow.

Suddenly, a white old Volkswagen Golf sped through the intersection in front of us, a ladder sticking out of the trunk. It drove right down the steps and stopped just inches from our feet. From the car spilled a mass—we couldn’t tell if it was demons, people, monsters, or all at once. A dark cloud accompanied them, filled with the stench of weed, alcohol, and curses not suitable for this story.

A blond guy rushed at me, started hugging me, and whispering filth. I immediately remembered the dream and thought: “Jesus, what do I do? This is disgusting, this guy attacked me—help!” I tried to break free while he whispered about “love.” I said out loud, to my complete surprise: “If you want to experience real love, you need to meet Jesus. I can pray for you if you want.” A bit surprised, he stepped back and said something that completely shocked me: “Sure, go ahead. Of course, I want Jesus.”

I placed one hand on his heart and prayed that Jesus would touch him. Nothing happened. He stared again with his filthy behaviour. The other two guys looked like they were having a blast. Then I heard the Holy Spirit say: “Place both hands on his heart, just like in the dream—if you want something to happen.” I hesitated again. The guy really did seem like a pig, full of perversion. There was that slimy, sticky, slug-like demonic spirit that clings to people bound by pornography.

At that moment, I heard God again: “Don’t be afraid. He’s not touching you—he’s touching Me. Just do what I showed you in the dream.” To this day I don’t know why it was so hard to obey such a simple instruction. That’s just human nature, I guess. But finally, I placed both hands on him.

Immediately, God's glory fell on him. His face completely changed, and tears began to stream down his cheeks. The beast became a man. It was a completely different person than just moments before. He said something like, “Thank you. This is what I’ve been searching for my whole life. I feel like a new man. I feel clean.”

Then the second guy burst out: “This isn’t fair! This really isn’t fair!” And the third started shifting nervously: “I don’t understand anything anymore. Can someone please explain what is going on here?” The second one then began shouting at me: “What did you do to him? You took my brother! We’ll never be able to party again! He’ll never want to hang out with me anymore! What have you done!?” He started running around like something was chasing him.

Sandra and I exchanged looks. It was clear these troublemakers had just fallen into Jesus’ trap—set by two not-so-brilliant theology students. Sandra told them about the dream and how even the bear got saved in it. At that moment, the panicked guy stopped, stepped onto the bench, and shouted, “Jesus, Jesus, help me!” Then he actually tore his shirt in two with such force that it ripped down the middle. God's glory descended on him like a beam of light. He collapsed inward and said it was the first time in his life he felt peace.

I started to have fun, so I asked the third guy if I should get him a snack and a Coke. He couldn’t accept this was real life and not a bad movie or a high trip. He just shook his head, repeating, “This can’t be real. These are dreams, maybe a bad film. We smoke too much weed. But surely this is not reality.”

What started as the worst nightmare was turning into something completely supernatural. Moments later, the two brothers were sitting on the bench with us, talking, while their friend still looked like he was in a theater.

They told us they were from Štajerska and had a painting company. They had been renovating a Catholic church in Ljubljana. Alone in the church building all day, they mocked God and even competed to climb the ladder, joking about who could get “closer” to Him. After finishing the work, they went to a nearby bar and got thoroughly drunk. Then they aimlessly drove through Ljubljana looking for “victims.” That’s when they saw us sitting innocently on the bench. And the rest is history.

When we asked how they responded so quickly to the Gospel, they shared an interesting story. As teens, they got into trouble, broke the law, ended up in juvenile detention a few times, and dropped out of school as soon as they could. No one knew how to stand up to them. The only thing that really shook them was their mother’s constant prayers. They said she prayed day and night to Jesus to save them from their wrong paths and always told them she believed God would hear her one day. Though they tried hard not to take her words seriously, they secretly wished they wouldn’t cause her so much pain—and that all of it would just stop.

The older brother—the one who tore off his shirt—said that the moment I laid hands on his brother’s heart, he had a vision. He saw the spiritual realm, saw an evil spirit leave his brother, and God’s glory descend on him like light. He realized this moment couldn’t be erased. He feared he had lost his brother forever. But as he thought about it, something broke inside him—the same bond with evil had lost its grip. That’s why he tore off his shirt and began crying out to Jesus.

We parted in peace. The brothers promised to read the Bible and greet their mom. Their friend got in the car and kept shaking his head. Sandra and I headed home, pondering the unfathomable goodness and mercy of God till morning.

The exam we didn’t pass became completely irrelevant. But the test we did pass—I will never forget that one.

I learned that I don’t need to shy away from people’s sins, because Jesus lives in me. I no longer live for myself. His love is powerful enough to overcome any sin. I’ve never in my life experienced such power of God’s love and mercy as I did that night. Because those who are forgiven much, love much.

I believe everything that happened… happened because of the faith of a mother who decided to pray her lost children out of darkness. Because only God has the power to snatch anyone out of darkness—anyone, anytime, anywhere, in any way.

And every story of God's love is a horror story for the beasts in the darkness.