I wonder what most people think of dreams. What do you think of dreams? And what sort of dreams do you have? My parents usually dream in the strictly boring ways, (one time, my dad dreamt of putting a video into the VCR—very boring!) or if they don't dream about something like that, it’s a nightmare. But for a long time, my siblings and I have dreamt in what they call epic style dreams—essentially, we dream a novel style dream with characters, story lines, morals, villains, and countless other things. It sometimes ends up as a complete story, and we are able to write them down and make them into book. In fact, I have strung several dreams together and made a short novel out of it, and it didn’t turn out so bad! Although, they wouldn’t have meant much to me, had I left them alone—but I think the Lord had other plans.
But more recently, I have dreamt about some very—how do I say it?—intriguing, amazing, more than normally epic dreams. One of them, which I dreamt about a month ago, would take a rather long time to write, so I’ll have to figure out how to tell it to you, but I had another dream just this morning that was shorter. I still don’t know if I want to write it all down here but I would like to talk about dreams a little.
Have you ever had a supernatural feeling of awe after dreaming, or after a prayer, or while singing praise to God? I hope you have. It is the most awesome, most fearful and glorious feeling that one can ever experience, and I know that those are the times that God draws me closer to Him. I went to a concert by MercyMe and a couple other bands a while ago. But I remember something that the main singer (I think his name is Bart Millard) in the MercyMe band said. He said that those moments of bliss, of awe, of joyful gloriousness—they happen only every once in a while, and you can’t hope to be constantly living in them, that they are but the “Mount of Configuration” moments. I thought that this didn’t sound quite right, but I have to confess that that it true. I mean, look at the Apostles of Christ—they didn’t live in a constant “Mount of Configuration” moment! They had countless times where they were talking about how hungry they were, or times when they were fighting over their positions in Heaven, or times when they are turning away children or so many other things. Even if they had direct contact with the Son of God, they were always wasting time with little quibbles and complaints. The truth is, we are faulty, messed up human beings who still live in a fallen world. We won’t be living in those moments of great delight and joy, but we can still take those moments—the memory of them—with us, throughout all of our lives. I pray that you never, never forget those times, because they are precious gifts of God.
I believe that sometimes, God chooses to come to us in our dreams, uses our dreams as tiny Mounts of Configuration. I know that that dream I had a little while ago—I know that God spoke to me through it. The glory of it still lingers with me, like the fading colors of a serene sunset. And someday, I hope very soon, I want to tell you about it. But my next post I want to write about the dream I had last night.
I hope to hear from you, my dear readers, to hear about your thoughts of dreams. Have you ever dreamt about something like what I’m talking about? I know that dreams are very personal, but for me at least, I know that sometimes things need to be told, even if they are embarrassing or something like that. Sometimes God gives us things that are not meant to be kept to ourselves.
Well, this post was much longer than I expected it to be—and I’m not even writing my dream! I’ll be working on that nest post, and I’ll try to get it out. In the mean time,
Shalom
