I awakened this morning from what seemed a lengthy dream in which I followed someone all over the world, living a life of luxury as a servant to that individual. Wherever we went, other servants would see to our needs, often providing what we’d wanted without our asking. It was an incredible example of excess and extravagance, but it wasn’t until we arrived back at home (interestingly enough in Cape Carteret, a place my family had lived after my Dad retired from the Navy.
The condition outside the palatial house showed a lack of care; once we’d entered we discovered drunken servants laying about in filth, apparently not realizing we’d returned from our world tour. I fully expected my employer to explode in rage at this lack of care of what he had left in their charge, but he remained calm as we both went about cleaning up his home. He told the indolent servants that they were all fired, but amazingly some of those who were fired began to help with the cleaning and restoration. These few were reinstated which amazed me at the graciousness of my master in giving them another chance.
I remember wondering about this, but then we found the body of one of his favorite cats that had been tortured and killed by these same servants. He looked at me and told me that all that had been neglected were just things that could easily be replaced; that he was more upset by the death of the cat than all of the other.
When I woke, I lay in bed (it was a full hour before when the alarm was due to go off) and thought about the dream. Things do seem to grasp us, digging their claws into our souls and demanding our full attention, when there is so much more that is truly important. I don’t think it a coincidence that this dream came as Kathy and I discuss how we are to participate in the “Revive” campaign at the Chapel Hill Bible Church.
I do know that the images will stay with me for some time…
The condition outside the palatial house showed a lack of care; once we’d entered we discovered drunken servants laying about in filth, apparently not realizing we’d returned from our world tour. I fully expected my employer to explode in rage at this lack of care of what he had left in their charge, but he remained calm as we both went about cleaning up his home. He told the indolent servants that they were all fired, but amazingly some of those who were fired began to help with the cleaning and restoration. These few were reinstated which amazed me at the graciousness of my master in giving them another chance.
I remember wondering about this, but then we found the body of one of his favorite cats that had been tortured and killed by these same servants. He looked at me and told me that all that had been neglected were just things that could easily be replaced; that he was more upset by the death of the cat than all of the other.
When I woke, I lay in bed (it was a full hour before when the alarm was due to go off) and thought about the dream. Things do seem to grasp us, digging their claws into our souls and demanding our full attention, when there is so much more that is truly important. I don’t think it a coincidence that this dream came as Kathy and I discuss how we are to participate in the “Revive” campaign at the Chapel Hill Bible Church.
I do know that the images will stay with me for some time…
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