This weekend, several of our staff at church had church related nightmares. They were your typical nightmares: Sunday morning arrives and the sermon isn't prepared, none of the musicians show up to worship, teens are critically hurt when something goes terribly wrong on the youth ski trip.
I've often wondered from where our nightmares come. Many books have been published on dreams and their interpretations, but I have a thought. Maybe because it's Christmas I'm preoccupied with gifts, but our nightmares may just be a gift from God.
It's not too far-fetched. Consider that, by definition, our nightmares are always worse than reality, whether it be the monster filled dreams of our childhood or the shame and disappointment dreams of our adult life. Who doesn't wake up from a nightmare with a sense of relief, at least after the disorientation wears off.
Our current reality may not be everything to which we aspired, but it is good. So we are grateful for prepared sermons, for faithful musicians, and for a family that is alive and present.
And now my little girl is begging to open presents, so I must go. Merry Christmas!
1 comment:
it was the nightmare before Christmas, and all through the town, we were thinking of the services that were about to go down...what are you doing up at 6:14 a.m. after not leaving church until after midnight? oh yeah, 4 year olds don't know we can sleep in on Christmas morning.
merry Christmas, and thank you for being who your are.
robwinger
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