In my dream the young man donned all his protective gear. He started his chain saw. I quickly looked around. What was he going to cut down? There was no tree. He walked towards the pole. I sat there dazed. “What was he going to do” I wondered. As he cut into the pole and wires began to shake people began to scream and yell. While some moved away, others were moving towards him. They grabbed the man as the pole now leaned under the weight of the wires. Continue reading Are You Frustrating Or Frustrated?→
My dream began with a gathering of people. As I watched, each of them was either using a laptop (Does that sound old?), cell phone or tablet. They were getting involved in a new media program. But as time went on, I heard various folks saying things like “I can’t use this” or “what? This just stopped”. Others were explaining to them that the problem was not the new download but was in fact the need for a newer version of the software that was running. And that conversation began to separate people. Quickly. Voices rose. People walked off. Frustration, anger, bewilderment. Continue reading A New Version Is Being Released→
I realized I had forgotten something and I headed back to the store. I was involved in a new project. Each time I went back I was greeted with a smile and some conversation. I was frustrated about having to go back but I was also appreciative of the person on the other side of the counter. Their demeanor caused me to forget my frustrations and get lost in the moment. Continue reading A Visit To The Store→
This week my brother completed his 3rd marathon (26.2 miles), running the Chicago Marathon. Number 3 in a year. This one allowed him to gain his best personal time. (5:0:25)And I, of course am proud of him. Continue reading A Run For Life→
“Get out of this house” I screamed. Now I am not one who yells, but in this case my friend was dawdling. I had just entered this house and released him from his cell. I did not really know in the dream how I knew he was there, but I knew where he was when I arrived at the large home. I had walked in through a service entrance and I knew exactly where he would be found. When I found him he was pale and thin but overall looking okay. I opened the door and got him to the outside. I pointed to a small stand of trees in the distance and said, “run and do not look back!” As we ran it was slow at first, but as his legs got used to the motion we ran.Despite my thoughts that we could be attacked from behind or shot, I never looked back. That house was pure evil. It looked amazing on the outside and even on the inside it was nice, but the people who owned it often had people who came, never to leave. Continue reading The Ring Of Freedom→
The company had hired me to uncover espionage. Most of it the corporate, milk toast kind of espionage. Only occasionally had it proved to be “dangerous” as people were found to be stealing. Much of it was pretty simple. But my degree of intuitiveness (That is what my company would call it.) had helped me.
The hard part was my coworkers thought I just occupied a desk and took lots of trips. I never really had “conversations” with them. The upper echelons did not really want to be “affiliated” with me, leading to a lonely workplace environment. (I suspected the corporate side had a few secrets themselves.) Continue reading Hidden No More→
As I sat on the ledge of the 12th story window, I looked out and there before me were choices. All I had to do was reach out from my perch high above the street and grab one. I looked around. Not only was there no safety nets or cables, but the choices while floating in the air danced in the wind.
The choice was for more power, more reach. As I looked around the city street, I noticed that many were sitting in the windows, faced with the same challenge of thought. And even as I watched people reached out from their place of safety and grabbed. They grabbed on to the floating item held in the air before them. And immediately dropped to street, screaming all the way. Continue reading Better Is One Day In Your Courts…→
This morning while in prayer I thought of my value. What is it that makes up my value? Or yours?
I had had a dream in the early hours of the night. In the dream the people were pouring a foundation for a home. They had dug out the hole, squared up everything and then were preparing for the pour. I came along and I said “where are your form boards?” The boards that are put in place with sides of plywood or special plastic panels. You would have thought I threatened their lives. They flipped out. Yelling and screaming at me they proceeded to tell me they knew what they were doing. For me, it was clear to see they did not. My effort to save them trouble and despair went unheeded. Continue reading My Value Is Found In His Love For Me→
Over the last few weeks, maybe months I have witnessed folks, who are only going through the motions. The world’s existence is overwhelming them. Bringing them to the ground. Crushing them. My questions is “where is your faith?” Continue reading The Wallet Of Faith→
Lots of people want to “do something” for God. I get it. But just to do something because you can does not necessarily bring benefit to you or to the kingdom.
When I was in school as a child, a certain Mrs. Clapp would speak to me about the value of assignments. At first she would hand out papers and say “this is your assignment”. People would moan as they dutifully passed the papers back down the row. Assignment. She would talk of the responsibility attached to the assignment. Continue reading “This Is Your Assignment”→
