I had a dream about my brother once in 2016, I love him dearly, but sadly he converted to a religious cult 10 years ago and in my opinion it’s wrecked his life but he just cant see it for himself. Conversations turned into heated arguments and through complications with his ex-wives, we are at the point where we can no longer even speak. In the dream, he was sailing on a boat in the ocean and there was a boat full of bad men drifting at the side of him encouraging him to go further out to sea. He ended up so far out into the ocean that the bad men that had been leading him astray ended up drifting away from him.
He became isolated, just floating in the vastness of the ocean, still determined to do it “his way.” Eventually his boat started to sink and he climbed up to the top of the mast, his face fixed on his course, even though the whole boat was going under! Then all of a suddenly as I blinked, I was still in the dream but I was now sitting with my brother in an old pub, in a seaport town, a little like Whitby. We were chatting and laughing together as in the old times we had together, he was completely his old self. I walked outside the pub to get some fresh air and noticed a “drunken fisherman” rowing a boat into the harbour. I turned to a stranger at the side of me and said, “I just don’t know how that man can row a boat in that state!” the man replied, “That fisherman just saved your brother.” I shouted down to the drunken fisherman and asked if I could buy him a drink? And then questioned myself if that was ok, because he looked so drunk! Then I woke up!
Got the feeling that although I want him back and I want him to give his heart to Jesus, my only responsibility is to show him the way, but the but the Holy spirit filled “fisher of men”, is just waiting for my brother to run out of options. Really encouraging and encouraging for other people with loved ones who want their salvation and relationship with God, more than themselves do.