Playing Football For The King

A dream…

I am to work for the King. But the work I was doing was being stopped by the authorities. I knew I could go over their heads and get the job done, but I’d have to fight all their red-tape and that thought scared me away.

So I left, but not far enough away. I went to the ocean side, and hid among many others.

Then I heard that the King was searching for me. A part of me was flattered, (the King wants me?), and yet the other part of me, wanted to be left alone.

Then I overheard people saying that the King was searching for someone who could play football for His team.

I knew, without doubt, He was searching for me.

An emissary for the King called out to us all, “The King is looking for the one who can play football!”
Others around me, gave pause for a moment, and then continued on with their life. I could have raised my hand, but did not. (Why? Too shy? Or did I just not like playing football, and would rather not?)
So the King’s men spread out among the people, and began to play football among them. Every now and then, the ball would chance upon someone, who either ignored it, or tried to play it back to them.
Then, as I was interacting with others, the ball came right at me.

I caught it without thought. I held the ball for a moment, and then nonchalantly tossed it back to them.

“Hey!”, they exclaimed, pointing at me, “she can play football!” (A girl who can play football? – A novelty!)

“Get her!” exclaimed their leader, and they all began converging to where I was.

I ran. They followed. But they couldn’t catch me. Every time they’d get close, I’d manage to get help from the others around me and they would hide me.

I enjoyed the chase, for it was a chase between a loved one and the lover, but I did not want to be caught! Getting caught would mean the loss of my freedom, and I enjoyed living free.

Then, they caught me. They marked me as one who belonged to the King, and then brought me before Him.
I feared seeing Him. I knew He would want me, but I feared settling down with Him. Wouldn’t everyday life with the King be boring? There would be responsibilities placed upon my shoulders, responsibilities I did not want. I knew joining with Him would be wonderful, but I just didn’t want to join him yet!

Then, suddenly, I am before Him. The great King comes down from his throne, and comes to me. Already, my soul feels the pleasure that will come from being with Him.

He dismisses his men with a nod, but never takes His eyes off of me.

(Oh, to be loved like this!)

He reaches out to me then, aglow with His power and His love, to gently touch my cheek. “Why, ma petite?” He asks me.

At first, I cannot look at Him, and then I can no longer avoid Him, and I then open my eyes – my soul – to His gaze. With just that one look, He can see all my emotion; my fear, my projections, my self-will. And a moment pauses, as He takes this in.

Then, He asks me again, “why? Are you not mine?” The mixing pain, shame, and love, is too much for me to take, and I close my eyes.

Then I awake.

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Jeremiah 7:10, KJV
“I the LORD search the heart, I try the reins, even to give every man according to his ways, and according to the fruit of his doings.”

Deuteronomy 13:4, KJV “Ye shall walk after the LORD your God, and fear him, and keep his commandments, and obey his voice, and ye shall serve him, and cleave unto him.”

1 Samuel 12:24, KJV “Only fear the LORD, and serve him in truth with all your heart: for consider how great [things] he hath done for you.”

Jeremiah 29:11-13, KJV “For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the LORD, thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end. Then shall ye call upon me, and ye shall go and pray unto me, and I will hearken unto you. And ye shall seek me, and find [me], when ye shall search for me with all your heart.”

Revelation 22:4, “they will see His face, and His name will be on their foreheads.”

Luke 10:2, KJV “Therefore said he unto them, The harvest truly [is] great, but the labourers [are] few: pray ye therefore the Lord of the harvest, that he would send forth labourers into his harvest.”

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They Were Looking For Food

 

 

This is a dream that one of my younger children had,
About two months after the BP oil spill in the Gulf.
I have written it here, as it was described to me…

 
It is the Holly Days season again,
sometime in December.
I couldn’t tell what year it was,
But I sensed it was somewhere in America.

At first, it seemed like the usual Christmas holiday season
that rolls around every year,
with the holiday music blaring out their repeated tunes,
and the television adds pushing products
with the usual consumer commercialism,
but then I realized that something was very different.
There were still many shoppers out and about,
trying to find that perfect present for the people on their list,
but this year, THEY WERE LOOKING FOR FOOD. 

Yes, there was a few of the usual presents
that people usually give out to each other under the tinseled fir tree,
like toys for toddlers or the other usual pre-wrapped or boxed items,
but for the most part, (eighty percent?,) were hoping to buy special food.

Whatever they thought that person on their list would like to eat,
THAT was their purchase of choice.
It was whatever that person’s special favorite food was.

It didn’t matter if it was caviar, shrimp, or fillet minion,
or something as simple as macaroni and cheese;
whatever it took to make that person’s favorite dish,
that is what was being shopped for.

But they weren’t always finding it.

At first the items became more expensive,
In some cases prohibitively so, 
but then towards the end, they were almost impossible to find at any price.

Those that had the foods, didn’t want to sell them no matter what was offered,
for they were beginning to realize that all food was becoming more scarce,
and that they may need it themselves for survival.

The dream then formed like a movie clip,
with the camera focusing in on one random family all gathered together
eating their special holiday meals around the dining room table.
The younger members of the family were thankful
for the special foods that they had been given,
digging in with gusto and enjoying every bite,
but some of the older members of the family were still sad,
for they could still remember what previous holidays had been like,
and they had hoped to come closer to reliving them again.

The view then panned back out and the dream ended.

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