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The Dream
I had a strange, yet refreshing dream last night. Perhaps someone out there can help me understand just what all this means.
It was eerie, like most dreams are, I suppose; but at the same time, everything was so vivid. That’s what made it sort of scary! I found myself intrigued by all that was happening, so much, that I wanted this dream to go on forever.
I was standing in an open field, while observing the strange actions of a great mass of people. Men, women, and children of all ages were walking toward very large piles of some kind of material. There were many piles, and these people were carrying various objects as they walked toward the great piles that lay before them. I watched, as they appeared to drop the objects they were carrying onto the stacks.
I wanted to move closer, for at this distance, I could not see clearly just what these “objects” being laid on the piles actually were. At the moment that I thought of moving closer, I found myself standing between two of the large piles. I was both amazed and frightened. It was as though all I had to do in order to move was to think it in my mind! It was like operating the zoom lens of a camera.
I could now see that there were many large piles, and the piles of matter were all in a darkened area of the open field. The large piles appeared to be lined up in rows; some piles higher that others. As my eyes panned along the stacks, the darkened area was becoming lighter. I thought that perhaps it all had to do with night and daylight. I “willed” myself closer, and then I was truly shocked at what my straining eyes fell upon!
People, many people, were coming in extremely long lines to each of the great piles and depositing their objects onto the piles. I leaned in closer, trying to see what they were placing on the stacks. Then I recognized these “objects!” Some were carrying small rectangular items, while others were struggling with much larger articles. I now recognized the small ones as Palm Pilots, and cell phones. The people were placing each on its respective pile. The larger objects were laptop and desktop computers.
It appeared that the whole world was making a “technology dump.” Just what is happening here, I thought? Why would all the world’s citizens be forsaking all of these wonderful and very necessary articles? How could people possibly get through each hour of their day without them? As each person brought his or her former treasures and deposited them on the proper pile, I heard no spoken words. I looked at their faces as they made their deposits. As one would place a Palm Pilot on the stack, his face displayed a trace of sadness for only a moment; then as he turned away from the pile, a look of gladness and hope began to appear!
This was where my dream grew very strange indeed. As I watched the countenance on each face change, I could not imagine what could cause this transformation. These people were turning their collective backs on all their worldly goods; and yet their sorrow quickly turned into gladness. What could cause such a rapid change?
I then had an idea. If I were to follow these people, after they leave all their goods, perhaps I could find the answer to some of my questions. As I thought of moving, my whole being seemed to glide along the path with these people. As they moved further away from the tall dark piles of earthly gadgets, I became aware that the area was becoming brighter. I watched as the people left the piles of computers, only to see that they were stopping at another huge pile. This time there was only one pile, illuminated as though by a heavenly spotlight!
By the time I had moved (glided) adjacent to this new pile, or stack, the area around it was light enough that I could see clearly what was happening. I watched as each person removed a single object from this great pile. The light was so bright, that I could now see what the object was. Each person removed one book from the stack. The books all appeared to be identical. I moved closer…I just had to see the title of that book, before I awakened.
When I drew closer, I saw it! The light was so bright, there was no mistaking that title…the words almost leaped from the bright gold cover: HOLY BIBLE!
As each person picked up a Bible and moved away from the stack, I noticed something else. The stack never grew smaller. There were always enough Bibles for everyone! As the people moved away with their Bible into greater and greater light, I began to hear something that sounded like singing. Yes, I’m sure it was singing. They were all singing in unison, something about a Lamb that was slain!
It was then that I awakened in a state of euphoria. I felt a sense of renewed hope….
By: James A. Henson
To: The Glory of God
© June 18, 2002
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