I had a number of interesting dreams last night. I frequently do. While we were talking about dreams yesterday my wife joked with me about how I “get to go places.” That is not always true, but I often find myself in places I had not thought of, expected to be. Right now there is a young man who is sitting in jail. His whole life is shattered. Guilty? Not guilty? That will be determined at some point but between here and there he is most likely sitting there. Thinking about what he could have been. I have prayed that the Lord would let me “show up” and talk to him. Forget sending angels, send me. I want to be like Phillip and the Ethiopian prince. (And then get me out of there!)
I watched theology and opinions on Facebook. Why? I often have enough trouble deciding what to eat!
“Down here it’s our time… our time down here!” A few weeks ago I was watching the cult classic, The Goonies. (Revelation can come from a turnip if you know how to read it!) I had typed it out on a page and left it in my file. I believe today is the day for it.
In the dream I was with a couple of older friends who had invited us over for Christmas. The idea was to enjoy the holiday, family, friends and play games and eat. There was a large room in the home that was scattered with presents and inside they had set a table and games were being played. For whatever reason, I was not plugged into the room or the people. How could that be? It was exciting. I could hear the laughter. The fun. (My kind of place!) But my “trips” there were minimal. Many came out to the large kitchen area to talk to me.
And then I felt like I was to leave to see someone. I went out into the snowy weather and drove down the slippery roads next to the lake. As I looked out across the lake, I felt God begin to talk to me, to speak to me. One of the key lines was this…”you can have it all. Everything I have is yours.”
I drove to my destiny, completed my task, and went back to the holiday home. I felt the Lord’s words burning in my ears. I am thinking, we have supped, we have danced, we have played, but our destiny is before us. I walked in and told people it was time to take what we had been given and to give it away. A time to break it out with others. Some were disconcerted I was taking away a fun time.
“Down here it’s our time… our time down here!” The choice to give up on destiny and the saving of their community was where this line was spoken. At the bottom of a wishing well. Armed with a map(direction), overcoming fear (courage), desirous to change a community. (love) This rag tag team took on the challenge and overcame.
Folks, either it is our time or it is not. Benjamin Disraeli asserted, “The secret of success in life is for a man to be ready for his time when it comes.” I encourage to not ask just what you can do today (Because He has most likely told you!) but to do today.