The Tapestry of Our House

On Saturday night, October 25, 2025, my seventeen-year-old son, Orion, had a dream. He found himself in a dark room that suddenly became filled with light. There, he saw Jesus. He saw His face. He saw His clothing. Jesus floated toward him and embraced him. My son woke from that dream in tears, overwhelmed by an emotion he did not have words for.

The very next night, Sunday, October 26, I received a dream of my own. A figure stood before me, clothed in flowing white. In His hands were two golden knives, each one uniquely crafted with intricate detail. Then He presented a single golden bell—solid, weighty, resonant. In the dream, I was instructed to give one knife to my wife. The other knife and the bell remained with me.

Our daughter has long experienced prophetic dreams as well. One dream from last year remains vivid: she saw a massive square object in space, inscribed with the words “source code.” Beside it was a distinct green dot, which she later drew. I have come to understand that green dot as the interstellar object 3I/Atlas—a scout, a herald signaling the approach of New Jerusalem, announcing the coming of the King.

And in a quiet, earthly moment, my wife unknowingly mirrored something ancient. On April 11, 2025, she prepared a Cambodian New Year dinner: rice, two kinds of grilled fish, bitter herbs called neem, lettuce, cucumber, tamarind sauce, and mango slaw. She served the herbs and fish wrapped in lettuce. Without knowing it, she prepared the elements of a Passover Seder—during Passover.

A visitation from Jesus leaves a permanent mark. His presence always has purpose, even when we cannot yet trace its meaning. Over the years, I have watched His grace and mercy touch our family in ways that are unmistakable. These moments are not random—they are points on a line, pieces of a story He is patiently unfolding.

I am learning that the Lord rarely speaks to a household with one booming voice. Instead, He weaves a tapestry. A son receives a hug in the dark. A father receives tools for an assignment. A daughter sees the future. A wife unknowingly prepares a meal that echoes Israel’s past. Alone, each thread is a mystery. But together, they reveal a picture of a family being called, equipped, and woven into a story far bigger than ourselves.

We stand humbled, watching the pattern emerge—one thread at a time.

Amen.

10/29/2025