Well, he didn't actually say
anything to me. However, I believe he was trying to tell me something. You
see, it all happened in a dream. I wanted to write it all down in the middle
of the night when I awoke from the dream. I didn't want to forget any of the
details. But, instead of searching for paper and pencil, I was more excited
hoping that when I went back to sleep he would return. I guess I should just
jot down what I remember of the dream and leave the interpretation up to the
Holy Spirit.
I can't remember what I was dreaming about prior to
his appearance, only that I was being held captive by some unidentified
enemy. I was in a jail cell with two other people. I know one of them was a
man, the other I don't recall whether male or female. I never learned the
names of my fellow captives. We were awaiting execution for some crime for
which we were all innocent. We all knew it was just a matter of a few hours
before we would die.
Suddenly, Jesus appeared. I don't recall whether he was inside or
outside the cell door. All we knew was that he was there in front of us. But
what could he do? He opened the cell door, stepped back into the dark room,
turned, and walked away. I had no doubts about what I should do, neither did
one of my companions. As we left the cell, the man just stood there, not
moving at all. Finally, we convinced him to follow us.
The next I remember, we were walking down a long, dusty road under a hot
sun. All we could see of Jesus was his back. I thought how wonderful it felt
being in his presence. Although I knew he could protect us, I kept looking
over my shoulder expecting at any moment to see the enemy approaching from
the rear.
Soon, rather unexpectedly, Jesus slipped off his sandals and left them
at the side of the road. Somehow, me and my one companion knew exactly what
to do. We stopped to take off our shoes as the Lord had done. Fear gripped
me when I couldn't get my shoe untied because the lace was knotted. Twice I
looked up from my shoelace to notice Jesus growing smaller with distance. I
just knew that if I couldn't get my shoes off I couldn't follow, knowing
full well one couldn't trod on sacred ground with shoes on. I knew for a
fact the enemy would soon grab a hold on me. The man asked, "Is this really
necessary?" My other friend responded, "Since you're not a believer it
isn't." [These were the only words spoken in the entire dream.] I nodded in
agreement.
Relief flooded my mind as I finally got my shoes and socks off and we
started out after the Lord.
This is when I woke up.
What does it all mean? I must pray for the Holy
Spirit to lead me to the meaning. I know the Lord will speak to the true
believer, either directly or through the medium of dreams. If this be the
case, this is the first dream of this kind I remember enough to write out
even though I didn't write this until twenty hours after the fact.
