One evening, during this period of time, whether I was dreaming, or my spirit was taken, I don’t know, but I was standing on the second floor stairs of my parent’s old house in New York, and hearing a knock at the front door, opened it to find the pastor’s wife from Melrose.

I was shocked to see her and asked her how she found me here in New York. She said she had to let me know what was going on in the church, and as she said that, she pulled a gun from her purse and shot herself in the head, then in the chest through her heart, and then pointing the gun at her womb, she fired the final shot and fell to the floor, dead. I was immediately awake back in my bed, horrified by what I had heard and seen, both afraid for the pastor’s wife and the church.

The following evening, I went to Melrose for the Friday evening service. Sharon and I had not been to Melrose in many months, and as I entered the sanctuary, Mark, the pastor, came up to me and hugged me and said the church was in terrible turmoil. He said he was teaching on the role of women in the church and in church leadership and the church was angry and divided over the issue. He said he was pursuing what he thought the Lord was telling him to do and many were leaving the fellowship.

I told him of the dream experience I had the night before. He felt like that was an accurate picture of what was happening in the fellowship.