The Football Field

(Continued from https://dreamsofdunamis.wordpress.com/2016/11/04/still-here/)

The dream begins with me running on a football field, holding a football. This in itself, surprised me, for I detest football. It was not something I would do, yet there I was, running with the ball. I had a general idea of where the end goal posts were, and I knew I was running in the right direction.

There was no one else on the field that I could see; no one from my team, and no one from the opposing team.

It was in the dead of night, extremely cold, and it was snowing so bad that at times you couldn’t see more than a foot ahead. The wind howled and blew in gusts, swirling about, making mesmerizing patterns in the air. The playing field still had the big lights on, but they seemed to struggle to cut through all the swirling depths of snow.

I suddenly realized, that I did not have to do what I was doing, so I stopped.

I looked up into the bleachers, and could see about a dozen or so people out there. I sensed there were a few more in the bleachers that were out of my line of sight, but that the rest of the fans had given up supporting the game and had gone home because of the severe weather.

I felt very cold and very alone.

Then as I looked towards the other side of the field, I saw a bus depot. I starred at it. Every now and then I could feel the warmth from its doors gust out towards my face. It looked warm and bright, cheery and good.

So I dropped the ball where I stood, and went into the bus depot.

The warmth there felt wonderful!

I sat there on one of their benches, and watched as loads of people would arrive in a bus, and then transfer themselves onto another bus that would take them on to heaven.

Oh the stories they shared were amazing! They all talked among themselves, explaining from where they had come and how they had got there. The bus driver always interacted with them, and seemed to be very happy with what he heard. There were smiles and oohs and ahs, as the people shared their stories. I listened with rapt attention, whenever a bus rolled in.

As I sat there on the bench and waited for my turn to get on the bus, I faced the football field. The door was as big as a single garage door, and was made of metal. For what seemed like ages, the door remained steadfastly open. But then one day I noticed that the door was slowly closing.

The scene upon the field never changed; every once and a while I’d feel a gust of that frigid cold weather upon my face and shiver. I’d look out into the darkness, but I could not see anyone else out there.

One day I noticed that the door had only a foot or so left to go before being fully closed. But I didn’t care. I had long ago decided never to go back out into that mess again. I had no doubt that where I was, was the best place to be.

A while later, (which seemed like many days without end,) the door finally clicked shut.

The days then seemed to extend on forever, me watching those happy revelers climb onto the bus bound for heaven, and wondering when It would be my turn to get on.

Finally, when I was beginning to wonder if it would ever be my turn, they called my name.

I walked up into the bus, expecting to be able to share my story with everyone else on the bus, but there was only one other person on that bus besides me and the bus driver, and she sat huddled down in the very back, and was unwilling to talk to me. The bus driver also refused to talk with me; he couldn’t even bring himself to look at me.

Then I realized with a pang, that he was ASHAMED of me!

As the bus began to depart from the depot, I woke up.
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1 Corinthians 9:24-27 ESV “Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one receives the prize? So run that you may obtain it. Every athlete exercises self-control in all things. They do it to receive a perishable wreath, but we an imperishable. So I do not run aimlessly; I do not box as one beating the air. But I discipline my body and keep it under control, lest after preaching to others I myself should be disqualified.”

Isaiah 40:31 ESV “But they who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint.”

Matthew 24:13 ESV “But the one who endures to the end will be saved.”
TO BE CONTINUED…

Tidal Waves

A dream…

A tidal wave rolled in to the shoreline, surprising many, even though they had been warned that one might come. Some scoffed, (“That’s nothing!”), others became concerned, for they seen the loss that the wave had brought.

We knew that the place where we were now, would not sustain another wave. So we grabbed what we could, (a change of clothes; a special outfit, some odds-n-ends,) and sought a different shelter.

Many others were seeking shelter in the places that were thought to be the strongest, and it was suggested that we go there too, but I kept telling my children, “No, I will go where my God has told me to go.”

Panic was beginning to sweep over the people, as they watched the next tidal wave come in. People rushed to their shelters, some running to and fro, not knowing what they should do. Some nearest to me had heard what I had said, and then decided to go where we were going, because “If God has told her to go there, then it must be safe!” (They didn’t understand; survival was not my reason for seeking this particular shelter; I went there because God told me to. If it were God’s will for me to die, then at least I would be in the right place at the right time for that to happen.)

We found one of the tallest buildings in the city, (a big high-rise made of brick,) and then went up to the very top, where glass rooms were layered, forming the top floor. We went in, (it was crowded already, but God made room for us,) and then He led us into the next one, and the next, till we could go in no farther. God then told us to make sure all the doors and windows were shut, and then bid us to wait.

We watched the waves as they kept coming in, slowly wiping out the shorter buildings below us. The panic we all felt, was severe. We watched water level slowly rise around us, and feared we too, would drown if we stayed where we were. So we looked to get out and move inland, but when we turned our eyes out to that direction, we seen three men dressed in black fatigues, pointing strange guns at us. I sensed the guns were the cause of the tidal waves, but did not understand how. Then I seen a huge tidal wave coming towards us from behind them, and I wondered, “why in the world would a tidal wave be coming from inland?” The wave advanced along with them, like a well-heeled dog following it’s master. I realized with shock, that they were forcing all the people to stay where they were.

So we remained in the glass house, (the room reminded me of a 10 gal. aquarium,) and watched as wave after wave rolled in, each one washing away more people and more shelters, till the waves reached up to our level. The first wave to hit us did no real damage. The people on the floor cheered. But then the next wave came, ripping off the outer glass section, and carrying away all the people within it. Wave after wave came, removing each of the layers of the glass floor, till there was only our container left. I watched as the last wave formed its hump out over the depths of the ocean and thought, “now it is our turn…”

When the final wave came in, it was more like a swell upon the ocean, for the water was already up to our level. Like a big hand, it gently lifted us up, as the building beneath us dissolved into the water, and carried us along in the wave at great speed, until we found ourselves gently placed far inland, on lush green land. We then looked around and found that only those that had survived by ‘chance’, and those that had listened to the Holy Spirit’s guidance and done His will, had survived. As we climbed out of the shelter, I woke up.

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