Living Outloud


Something I said started a riot. The melee left me dumbfounded. Men and women picked up wooden chairs and hurled them across the aisles at one another. The conflict left me numb, as if an injection of strong Novocain had been administered to my brain. After all, this was a house of worship in England, a church, a place to meet with God. It wasn’t a fighting rink.

How answering one simple question could come to this…well, I just couldn’t figure it out. Really, I hadn’t meant to push an (obviously) over-sensitive nerve. I was there to bless these people, to serve the Lord and them through the ministry of the Word and the power of His Holy Spirit, not to start World War III.

The interior of the old church—with its weathered, grey timbers across walls and ceiling, and rows of wooden benches filling the first half of the sanctuary, followed by rows of wooden chairs in neatly arranged rows clear to the back wall—had left me with the sense of being in a worship house with spiritual and historical value. It couldn’t have been any less than a hundred-years-old.

Perhaps you wonder how this riot began? It all started when I answered a gentleman’s straight-forward question. “Aren’t you charging for the meetings?” he asked me in front of the entire congregation. “No. I wouldn’t charge a fee for Christian meetings or conferences,” I answered.

 This was a dream, thankfully. Something like this wouldn’t actually happen. So, breathe deeply; everything’s well.

While in that state of deep sleep, where messages sometimes come to us from the Lord, I watched with disbelief at the congregation’s reaction to my personal conviction. Half of those present agreed with my sentiments and the other half disagreed.

A fight erupted. Everyone stood and exchanged angry words. Yelling grew to shoves. Then a man hurled a wooden chair at his fellow believer, standing two rows across from him. Someone else lifted a chair high over head and lugged it at his “brother.” In a flash, the air filled with flying chairs, as one enraged person launched the wooden weapon against another.

My friend Phil looked over at me with his eyes large and unbelieving. “Sista, we’ve gotta take it on the road,” he said. (Which in his lingo means, let’s get out of here.) “I know someone in Salisbury. I’ll take you to Salisbury.”

Dream End.

What’s the source of this dream? In the Bible, we’re shown through numerous examples and taught through Scripture that sometimes God speaks to us in dreams. I believe that the Riot Dream is from Him. If it is, then we need to ask, what was He saying?

This is one of those rare times when I’m not doing all of the writing. I have my own ideas about what the dream means. But I’m not providing the answer, because I want to hear from you. This is your opportunity to chime in with your perspective or dream interpretation. Go for it. Let’s talk.

Pamela Koefoed, Author and Evangelist

Genesis 37:5–10); Joseph, the husband of Mary (Matthew 2:12–22); Solomon (1 Kings 3:5–15); and several others (Daniel 2:1; 7:1; Matthew 27:19). There is also a prophecy of the prophet Joel (Joel 2:28)

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“North Korea Warns U.S. of Final Disastrous Doom.” This is not the headline I had wanted to see in today’s news. As I glanced over the article carried by ABC, CBS, Yahoo News, and several other media channels, I shook my head. I’m perplexed. Help me if you can. Why does Kim Jon Un feel so threatened by the U.S.?

For goodness sakes! We don’t want to drop bombs on North Korea. Our government wanted to resolve some serious issues through dialect, not with murder.

Kim Jon Un’s threats against the U.S. always seem like rants to me. Usually, I disregard most of what he says, but not this time. As I read brief excerpts from his hate speech, in addition to feeling bewildered, I began thinking about how I would respond to him as a human being, not as an angry dictator, not as an aggressor, but as a human being–someone for whom Jesus died.

heartI want to see North Korea’s dictator experience the transforming power of God’s love. I’m sure my sentiments aren’t unusual. For instance, an organization in South Korea often releases into North Korea helium balloons carrying the Good News. I’m fairly certain there are balloon launchers praying for Kim Jon Un.

Some of the balloons have been intercepted by the communist military, but others have not. Could it be that Kim Jon Un has a copy of one of the New Testaments? I can’t help but wonder if he has a copy and if he has opened the cover and read the Living Word.

Please join me in praying for North Korea, for the transformation of North Korea’s dictator, and for the well-being of his people. And if you understand why Kim Jon Un reacts to the United States with angry death threats, could you please enlighten me?


Only God can change a heart.


Pamela Koefoed, Author and Evangelist



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