I
had a weird dream early this morning. I dreamt that I walked into our church on
a holiday, all dressed up in a skirt suit and a pair of fabulous high heel shoes.
I was carrying a laptop case slung around one arm and a bulky DSLR camera on
the other. (I warned you it was a weird dream…in reality I’ve never taken
either to church!) As I enter the church, our parish priest comes up and asks
me if I would be willing to carry either the cross or the Bible down the nave. I’m
a little annoyed. Can’t he see that I
have all this expensive electronics with me? I can’t just drop it somewhere and
leave it unattended! But before I get a chance to protest out loud, he is
walking me towards the other women who usually do this task. Then he adds: “You
will have to change your shoes. These ladies will show you where we keep the
special shoes that are worn for the procession.” I look down at their feet.
These two ladies are wearing goofy, black flats with white gym socks! Are you kidding
me! There is no way in hell I’m wearing
those shoes! It would ruin my look! So, I turn around and tell the priest:
“I’m sorry. I can’t do it. It’s not because of the shoes” (I’m lying… the shoes are the deal breaker.) “I would just be so
nervous that I’m afraid I might trip and fall and drop the Bible or cross and
make a scene. You better find someone else.” Thankfully, I woke up at this
point of the dream.
It
doesn’t take a genius to interpret my dream. I don’t want to put down my good
life and lift up God’s Word and His Cross…and I definitely don’t want to look goofy.
I make up all sorts of excuses that make no sense. (Like, “I might trip and
fall in flats, so I think I’ll keep my high-heels on.”)
You
would think that after a vivid dream
like this I would be convicted to change my attitude. No…I just feel sad right
now. I don’t really want to make any
changes. I don’t want to give up what
I have.
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