A Stroll At Leisure With God

A Weird Dream

I’m going to have to call Andy and tell him about this dream that I had last night.

Now, before I progress with this, I honestly don’t attach much spiritual significance to dreams. I’m not saying this is true with everyone, but it is certainly the case with me.

Over the past few days, I have had much opportunity for dreams. That is for sure. I’m in one of those “stages” of this disease that I just can’t help sleeping a lot.

Yesterday, for example, after lunch, I sat down, thinking I would be in a chair for a few minutes. Two hours later, I rousted up. It is crazy!

Then, this morning, I am battling sleep again. Instead of fighting it, I just set my phone with the Bible App YouVersion to the side and dozed off a bit. Right now, as a matter of fact, …

But back to last night and my dream.

I dreamt that I was in a church in a service. The pastor of the church had been ill, and everyone knew it, but he was there, sitting in a chair on the platform, where everyone could see him. He was an older man with grey hair. He slumped down in his seat a bit, one of his hands propping up his head. He just didn’t look well.

The service started with worship and someone in the church got up to preach. When that was over, another man in the church prayed with I thought was a concluding prayer, but when he finished, to my surprise, I realized that the service was NOT over. Instead, the man who had led the prayer called on another man to preach another sermon.

What? Two sermons in one service. Madness!

As he started, I realized that I just needed to get out of there. I was a visitor. I reasoned that, if I left, it would not be a big deal because I was just a visitor. At that moment, I noticed Andy Jr., my former pastor’s son and good friend. Our eyes met, indicating that he was thinking the same thing. So, at that moment, as the second man was beginning to speak, we both slipped out.

As I left the building, I realized that I didn’t have my own automobile. Thus, looking at the parking lot, I chose a grey SUV, got in it, and sure enough, the owner had left his keys! How lucky for me!

I drove the truck off the parking lot and got to my own church’s parking lot. As I was sitting there, Andy showed up! He said, “John, what is going on? I need my truck.” Standing with him was a couple. Andy pointed at that couple and said, “I need to take this couple home!” Well, of course. I could see that he was not too happy that I had taken his SUV and left him in the lurch.

I handed him the keys and walked off!

At that moment, I woke up. Now, I am sure that a psychiatrist or psychologist would have a field day with THAT dream! Ha. Oh, man! Even as I share it, I’m tempted to turn around and delete it. Too much insight into my twisted brain! TMI.

But that dream makes a good segue into a passage that the Lord often brings to my attention. I am going to cite some verses from the sixth chapter of Acts. It is that famous point in time when “the Twelve” faced a challenge: murmuring developed in the church because the Hellenist widows were being neglected in the daily distribution of food. So, the Twelve called everyone together and challenged the church to set aside some servants to take care of things like this so that they could devote themselves to “THE prayer” (this is the literal language of the Greek at this point; the definite article is before prayer indicating that this may be referring to set prayer times in the church) and THE ministry of the Word.

Notice what happened when the Twelve said this. “And the saying pleased the whole multitude: and they chose Stephen, a man full of faith and the Holy Spirit, and Philip, and Prochorus, and Nicanor, and Timon, and Parmenas, and Nicolas, a proselyte of Antioch, whom they set before the apostles; and, having prayed, they laid their hands on them. And the word of God increased; and the number of the disciples in Jerusalem was very greatly multiplied, and a great crowd of the priests obeyed the faith” (Acts
6:5-7 DARBY).

What jumped off the page this morning is that this saying “pleased the whole multitude.” Interesting. When the Twelve were doing what they needed to be doing and others were serving, it pleased the church.

As I sit here trying to process that crazy dream with what I read in the Word, I’m thinking that there may be some sort of lesson there. Maybe two.

First, I need to allow others to serve in the body of Christ, especially now, when I feel like (and probably look like that sick pastor in my dream—kind of scary).

Second, it is probably not a good idea just to jump in a random car (or truck) in a parking lot and drive off—EVER! Amen.

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