A few weeks ago, I dreamt I saw God. But when it started, He wasn’t there, and I was aimlessly stumbling around in darkness. I tried to use my phone’s flashlight to light my way, but it kept turning off and I had no idea where I was or where I was supposed to be going. All I could do was feel my way around. As well as it being visibly dark, it felt…spiritually dark.

I was desperately praying when suddenly a man with a smooth, deep voice startled me from behind. He said, gently-but-assertively, “Stop trying. Take my hand.” I immediately dropped everything because as soon as I heard it, I knew He was God. He had…