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"THERE'S STILL ROOM AT THE TABLE"

Chapter 1

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To a Great Table

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A dream is sometimes not just a dream.

 

  Imagine a great table. Stretching towards infinity, where the limits of the horizon lead it to the unknown and sublime sky. Upon it rests a royal and noble feast of unparalleled beauty, like nothing ever seen or imagined. Golden goblets gleam, and utensils are so pristine that their own reflections seem eager to escape. Lush clusters of grapes and an abundance of fruits of all kinds adorn the table, giving it a richness and grandeur that defy human understanding.

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  This visual spectacle is an irresistible invitation to both the eyes and the stomach. Varieties of meats and poultry, succulent and tempting, fill every dish, offering a unique gastronomic experience. The table, in all its magnificence, is a true delight for the senses, a sight that transcends the ordinary.

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  And upon this majestic table, beings of all kinds and origins are seated: young and old, tall and short, thin and stout, white, brown, yellow, and blue, representing the entire diversity of creation. They seem to enjoy and benefit from the splendid feast laid before them, sharing the same table with equality and harmony.

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  In the environment, the conversations revolve around a unifying theme, or rather, a person. A star, someone remarkable, grand, and benevolent. They recount his stories, his deeds, and even boast about working for him—the boss, the leader.

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  And there I was, an ordinary young man, with no great prospects in life or for the future, discontent with the prevailing religiosity in the world and in the churches. I found myself searching for something more, yearning for the revelation of something deeper in my own existence. A real meaning.

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  As I focused on the plate in front of me, I found a stunning piece of silverware, highlighting a succulent chicken breast in the center, 'my favorite meat,' inviting me to take the first bite and savor it. 'Hmm.' Fascinating, the best piece I've ever tasted in my entire life, without a doubt.

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  Turning my gaze to the left, I beheld a table that seemed endless, occupied by people on both sides. As I looked to the right, I noticed that I was the fourth in a line that apparently extended from my side.

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  A peculiar young man in appearance, lacking conventional beauty, sat at the head of the table, dressed in a worn and visibly old suit. His gaze was captivating, emitting a smile that was more than inviting, as if he was open to anyone who approached and started a conversation. However, it quickly became evident that this was not happening, as no one seemed to pay him any attention. Yet, there lingered in the air the feeling that he was the main subject of the table.

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  I felt uncomfortable with the lack of interaction toward the young man at the head of the table. I was surprised by the fact that he wore such a different and seemingly warm outfit for what appeared to be a summer lunch, where everyone else opted for light clothing. I wondered if that might be the reason no one was addressing him.

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  Quickly getting up, I decided to greet him and start a conversation. As I approached him, I noticed a smile spread across his face upon seeing my approach, and I shook his hand firmly. Before I could say anything, I heard his voice say:

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  'Some people are going to have visions here at this table now.'

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  In an instant, I realized that the place where he was sitting had transformed. People moved quickly in the background, as if they were in a dark room, or rather, a room with the lights turned off. I was no longer at the table; I found myself in a house.

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  In this house, people were engaged in prayer, in a typical vigil held by church groups, or at least that’s what it was supposed to be. However, something seemed off. Those standing walked back and forth, uttering prayers aloud, while some on their knees simulated prayer, trying to deceive the others present. Their words did not overflow with worship or authenticity; they resembled more of a collective theater where everyone played a role.

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  Feeling disturbed by the situation, I entered one of the rooms. I came across a young woman wearing a rock and roll t-shirt, pointing an accusing finger at some guys around a table, playing cards, enjoying food, and drinking beer. The girl, in her peculiar way of praying, seemed to be performing some sort of exorcism, uttering words of rebuke or something similar. The contrast between the two scenes, one supposedly of devotion and the other of worldly fun, created an intriguing and disconcerting duality.

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  Realizing that something was wrong, that this was neither the time nor the place for such behaviors, I decided to reprimand them. My words of disapproval disturbed them, leading them to expel me from the house with curses. Outside, the morning fog enveloped the streets and the other houses. Feeling an urgency to pray, I concluded that this place was not suitable and headed toward the street.

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  To my surprise, I encountered a boy known for his devotion to God and his long prayers. When I invited him to pray, I discovered that he had left another prayer house where people were only simulating prayer, feeling disturbed and deciding to leave.

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  We knelt in the middle of the street and began to pray fervently, he and I. As we prayed, we experienced a unique sensation of levitation, rapidly ascending toward the sky. Looking down and realizing the height we were reaching, fear made us stop praying. We began a free fall towards an imminent impact, when suddenly everything went dark, and I found myself back at the great table.

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  Upon returning, I noticed the piece of chicken I had tasted was still intact, as if it had never been touched. I observed all the abundance to my left and the people discussing someone. I realized that the theme of the table was Jesus. Within seconds, I understood that the person I had planned to greet was Him. Before I could turn my neck to look at Him to the right, as expected, I saw that He was standing on the other side of the table, walking.

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  His gaze, cast sideways as He walked slowly, seemed like an invitation. Without hesitation, I jumped onto the table, knocking everything around and scandalizing some of the people present. Ignoring their opinions, I ran toward Jesus' feet, with tears in my eyes and my heart burning with love, shouting, 'I love You, Jesus! I love You, Jesus!'

  Waking up in my bed, I realized that my tears were a testament to a deep cry, like that of a child.

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  A sense of celestial and supernatural embrace persisted, an experience I wished would never end. Aware that it was a divine dream, I understood that its message was a powerful warning of something still unknown, something unfolding in the world and in the Church.

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  Deeply impacted by the magnitude of the revelation that day, I immediately wrote down the dream in a notebook by my bedside. As someone accustomed to prophetic dreams, I always recorded my visions upon waking, knowing that over time, the nuances would fade from memory.

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  Among the numerous significant dreams the Lord has granted me, which I will one day share in other works, this one stands out as a particularly deep and prophetic message for the time we live in.

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  I wish to share the lessons the Lord has taught me about this dream, reveal the scope of this message, and how we can interpret it in light of the Bible and divine word.

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  Before we embark on the next chapter of this beautiful book, it is imperative to mention that God has called me to write these words that you are now reading. I consider this one of the greatest purposes of my life: to offer this book as an eternal gift to Him. Any profit from the sales will be dedicated as tithes and offerings to churches, hospitals, charities, the elderly, and wherever the Holy Spirit directs, with no personal benefit, but for the advancement of the Gospel.

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  When the Lord prompted me to write this book, I did not hesitate to do it as quickly as possible. As I created the first title, the presence of the Holy Spirit enveloped me in such a way that I had to pause my words and prostrate myself in His presence, amidst tears, joy, and rejoicing. I love Him more than anything on this earth; His presence is invaluable to me, and I constantly call Him my friend. I am convinced that as you read this account, wherever you are, you are already being touched by His sweet presence. For He is here now, with me, guiding every written word.

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  And before proceeding to the next chapter, I encourage you to proclaim aloud:

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  'Welcome, friend. Be here with me too.'