I don’t often remember my dreams, but this is one I can’t forget. this is how I remember it, two days later:
it was something of a scene out of one of CS Lewis’s space trilogy books. it was dark out and I was swimming in a murky green sea, with little floating islands all around. the shore was near, and there were others swimming as well. we were all heading into shore with urgency. there weren’t waves to speak of, but it was difficult somehow.
then my knees bumped into a man who was below the surface. he was pale and unresponsive and seemed to be dead. somehow this wasn’t a shock to me, but I still tried to hoist him up to one of the tiny floating islands nearby. I remember grabbing him by the hair and lifting with all my might. others nearby came over to help. he gasped and sputtered water. somehow we all got to the shore, and somehow the man was revived.
the next thing I remember we were in a big bright room at a conference center or perhaps the basement of a large church. there were chairs around the edge of the room and just a few people around. I was sitting next to the man who was wrapped in a blanket and looked tired, lonely and sad. he apparently didn’t want to talk to me or to anyone.
but I tried. I said, “Tell me, are you a Christian? or are you religious?”
he looked at me sternly, yet distant, “I do not talk about such things.”
“Oh. Perhaps you can tell me about yourself then?”
and that was all.
although it is often on my mind, and indeed one of my favorite subjects (and truly my reason for living), I do not often talk to others about faith in Christ. I feel God is changing that in me, and I even asked someone recently the very thing I asked the man in my dream. thankfully the response was quite different, and I am thrilled to be used of God in this person’s life, and I am praying that God would bring this person to salvation.
yet I can’t help wondering why I had this dream (especially since our pastor is preaching on the life of Joseph, the big dreamer himself). the rescue-from-drowning is a familiar analogy of salvation, but somehow if fell flat when my dream tried to interpret itself in the end. I suppose if God is going to use me, it’s not up to me to figure it all out, nor is it up to me to do the saving, but to follow the Spirit’s leading and do what he has set out for me to do.