I Dream of Jesus 01/14/2010
***I'm re-sharing a dream I had and can't stop thinking of lately. I'm guessing God has been bringing it to mind for a reason, so as I revisit the visions that danced in my head, I thought I'd take you along for the ride, sweet SonShines! In dream I journeyed from Jerusalem to Caesarea and from there I traveled the road to Damascus, arriving finally, at the street called Straight. A new student of the Word, these places had been merely words on a page, locations lost in time. That was before the journey of Biblical discovery that began upon my waking. It’s gorgeous what a dream can start. "While I was on my way and approaching Damascus, about noon a great light from heaven suddenly shone about me. I fell to the ground and heard a voice saying to me, 'Saul, Saul, why are you persecuting me? 'I answered, 'Who are you, Lord?' Then he said to me, 'I am Jesus of Nazareth whom you are persecuting.' Now those who were with me saw the light but did not hear the voice of the one who was speaking to me. I asked, 'What am I to do, Lord?' The Lord said to me, 'Get up and go to Damascus; there you will be told everything that has been assigned to you to do.' Since I could not see because of the brightness of that light, those who were with me took my hand and led me to Damascus” (Acts 22:6-11, NRSV).  I had watched as a man appeared from within the walls of my mansion home, literally walking through the wood, plaster, and paint. He smiled a knowing sort of smile, gentle and warm, as if to say that he knew I would be following wherever he might lead. His molasses eyes were lit with rays of honey, and his smooth skin fell somewhere between those hues. Shoulder length locks of a deeper shade, gently brushed the jacket of his nearly tattered, quite dust-covered burnt sienna suit. Before I knew it, I was making my way to the sea from amid the dunes of a crowded beach. The suited man who had led me here, now beckoned at the shore. We shared a pleasant conversation, though the rush and crash of the waves muted the exchange. The sun hung from the sky as a chandelier, its light drenching the scene in soft rays of warmth. Without words he looked up from the board he had been waxing all the while and gestured to the left and I knew he wouldn’t lead me astray. As I trekked through the clean white sand, feet sinking beneath the grains, a continual peace washed over me as the tide to the shore. The people faded with my travels, quickly going from few and far between to absolutely nonexistent. I journeyed alone, along that empty beach, full of wonder and anticipation. Over time, the sand became more and more compact beneath my feet. Glancing down to see the change that was taking place, I no longer saw the soft mounds of loose sand that once required my careful attention to each step. I now stood on solid ground. Dust swept across the road of flawless, cream-colored dirt. Clean and bright, dirt seems a lacking term. Looking up, I found myself surrounded by ancient buildings of white clay, dotted by square windows that were rounded at each edge. I wasn’t surprised as much as bewildered, like a child on Christmas morning and a blood-bought saint on Judgment Day all wrapped up in one. Taking in the beauty and the wonder of it all, I opened the doors of what turned out to be a gymnasium. Polished wooden floors shined like gold, filling the room with light that shone bright enough to blur the walls from my view, though not so brilliant that I might need to look away. It was a comfortably overwhelming brilliance that seemed to invite one to stay awhile—an eternity if they wanted. Basketball in hand, other players scattered about the room, Paul greeted me, saying, “I knew you’d make it. I just thought it wouldn’t be for another year.” His letters so suited his demeanor that I couldn’t help but recognize him right away. I’m not sure whether I told him about the suited-surfer that had led me there, but it was plain to see he had known. Whether either of us had spoken His name or not, it was clear now, that it had been Christ I was seeking. Barely able to contain my bubbling excitement, I asked if he knew where I might find Jesus. From behind a lovingly amused sort of smile, he pointed me toward a quaint and somewhat ran-down house that stood out immensely among the much larger buildings that lined the road. As he pointed, his smile now a medley of gladness and sorrow, he said “No one wants to see Him anymore,” as if to say that my visit would be a welcomed one, but also to say so much more. Looking back to my dear friend before leaving, with no idea when we'd meet again, I can remember feeling that I should soak up every drop of the moment. It wasn’t easy to walk away, but the hope of what lie ahead called my name. My dream has placed a sense of urgency on my heart. I want to encourage you in your walk with the Lord today, sister. Even when it seems no one wants to see Him anymore, look for Jesus. He’s waiting around to be gracious to you…or He could be out surfing the waves of Caesarea…or shooting hoops in Damascus…or any number of activities that couldn’t drag Him away from you. What is keeping you away? Is it worth His waiting?  CommentsMon, 09 Nov 2009 3:56:21 pm I love when He meets us in the night. Dreams or prayers, take your pick. Thank you for the encouragement. I will look for Him at the store or at softball tonight. I already found Him here this morning! Fri, 13 Nov 2009 9:55:07 pm This was absolutely beautiful, Victoria. Every word shone as brightly as I'm sure it did in your dream! You did it justice. You sought out Jesus. So beautiful! No matter what, I want to sit at His feet tonight and let Him know that I seek only Him. Thu, 14 Jan 2010 9:49:20 am I often have dreams and/or visions and/or imaginings of walking side by side with my savior. What pure joy comes in recalling... Thu, 14 Jan 2010 12:35:39 pm I would love that! This is my first dream with Jesus...such a sweet gift! Leave a Reply |  
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