Confirmed by Stars and a Call

There was a twenty-two-year-old man named Abraham. Early one morning, at exactly seven o’clock,

he was still asleep when a dream came to him—clearer than most dreams, heavier than imagination.

In it, God—Jesus Christ—opened the atmosphere itself. Not at dawn, but at noon,

as though time had been bent on purpose. The sky parted, and beyond it, Abraham was shown

the stars—vast, endless, and untouched. Then the dream ended. Abraham woke up.

The room was quiet, ordinary again, but the weight of what he had seen stayed with him.

He carried it through the day, unsure what to make of it, unsure whether to

speak of it at all. That evening, around seven o’clock, his phone rang. It was his brother