Was it Just a Dream?
Last Tuesday night, or sometime into Wednesday morning, I had a dream. I was standing in a space. There was nothing special about this space, but I remember standing there with people I did not know. I asked one person next to me, “What are we doing here?”
“Waiting for someone”, was the reply.
“Who?” I inquired.
“Oh, you will know them when you see them” was the casual response.
“Are you sure?” I questioned.
“Yes, I am sure” they said.
I stood in my place; I had no urgency to leave and I was curious to know for whom we waited.
The group of people around me once casually standing started to move back and out of the way as someone was coming through the crowd. When I saw the person, I exclaimed, “Jesus!”
Although excited, I felt a great amount of peace at seeing Jesus. He had long brown hair, dark eyes, and wore a white robe with some brown lines or something on it. He was not glowing as I imagined He could be, and the more I think about it, the whole dream seemed a bit muted from color.
The person in the crowd was correct. I knew Him when I saw Him.
When Jesus and I locked eyes, my only question was, “Can I have a hug?”
He opened His arms toward me and He hugged me.
I used to think I would be nervous meeting Jesus, but in my dream He was peaceful. All I wanted was a hug and he obliged. I woke up and felt His peace.
50 And he said to the woman, “Your faith has saved you; go in peace.”
Luke 7:50 NRSV