So last night I dreamt I was at church on an Easter Sunday and they were doing the Passion Play. All of a sudden I see a light from the stage that did not belong. I feel myself get up and start walking toward it. As I walk toward it friends jump up from their chairs rushing to me asking me what I am doing. "I don't know" I say. And they try to get me to come with them. I feel they are afraid I will embarrass myself. One by one they come and I tell them. "I must go on, though I know not why." Finally they give up and I walk into the light and feel it enfold me and I feel love like I have never know envelope me and hold me and then it is gone. And I turn and look around. I feel deserted. Left behind and I wake up. And my first thought was wow how much more powerful would that had been if had been real. My second thought was to thank Jesus for leaving that holy place to come down to be with us. Wow it must have been like ripping yourself in two. I cannot even imagine! We always think of everything He gave up for us here, but I wonder how often we think about what He had to give up in Heaven to come to us.
I still cannot put into words the devastation I felt just before waking up. The desperate need to not be here, the wish to go with that light. It was so intense, so real and yet it was but a dream.
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