I have always believed that Christ will return, but for a long time it seemed like a distant “someday,” almost a theological footnote, until a dream brought that promise to life for me. That changed at 2:29am on January 30, 2026.
I woke up drenched in sweat, not from a nightmare, but from a dream so piercingly clear that the silence of my bedroom felt louder than a trumpet blast. What was once a faraway account of the second coming of Christ in the Bible suddenly became as real to me as my beating heart.
The dream began with scenes of various friends and family going about their daily lives at church, at work, driving, etc. The scene then shifted to me as I was leaving the office with a colleague of mine.
We got into a car, and I insisted that my colleague drive us. As we travelled, my colleague was listening to secular music, and I asked her why she wasn’t listening to gospel music, but she ignored me.
Then suddenly, as she was driving, the moon split into two and then merged back together. Then I saw a great clock in the clouds pointing to midnight. After that, I saw Jesus in the clouds, and I saw people going to heaven.
Terror struck me as I realised what was happening, the rapture had begun. The Lord held my hand, and I begged Him, “Please, Lord, don’t leave me.” But my hand slipped out of His and I was left behind. Afterwards darkness filled the earth and those who were left behind began running around in panic.
In the dream, there was no warning. In that split second, the hierarchy of my life flipped. My social standing, and my carefully curated plans vanished. They weren't 'bad' things, but they were simply revealed as 'temporary' things. In that moment, the only thing that had any weight or any true substance was the state of my soul and the souls of those around me.
As I awoke and the initial shock of the dream subsided, a profound stillness took over. It wasn't just about the chaos of the world ending, it was about the intimacy of a Creator calling His children. I realised that in the daily grind of life, I had become spiritually drowsy.
I was going through the motions of faith, but I wasn't truly awake. The dream wasn't a scare tactic from the Lord, it was a gentle but firm nudge on my shoulder. It was a whisper asking: 'If the sky folded today, would you be coming home with Me? Or would you be pleading with me to give you another chance, with a heart filled with fear and regret?
We tend to live as if tomorrow is guaranteed, giving us endless time to put our hearts in order. But the urgency of the Rapture isn't about fear, it's about focus and realigning our hearts. It’s a reminder to live with our eyes open.
Being “ready” doesn't mean marking the register at church every Sunday, it means loving our neighbours, forgiving that old grudge, keeping a running conversation with God throughout the mundane moments of our week, reading and following his word, and fully submitting to Christ’s Lordships and living for Him, among other things.
I share this not because I have all the answers, but because I don't want to fall back asleep. As you read this in the comfort of your home or over a cup of coffee, take a moment to audit your life. Let’s not wait for the sky to fold to start living for what truly matters, because by then it will be too late. Let’s choose life today while His grace is still available to us.
Matthew 24:42: "Therefore keep watch, because you do not know on what day your Lord will come."