You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one

We listened to “Imagine” in class on Tuesday as an example of a current expression of Epicurean thought, but that’s not what I want to talk about.

I don’t know what I believe about dreams. God clearly spoke in dreams in the Bible, or at least his people thought that he did. Does he still speak in dreams?

After fishing and catching almost nothing on Tuesday afternoon, Miller and I sat in his living room and talked about our callings. Miller is called to a simple life of “tentmaking” and genuinely lived Christianity in South Texas. I feel called to help people in churches better understand the claims that their Christianity makes on their life. I want people to “get it.” I feel like God has called me to serve and given me a generous share of talents, and I want to have as much influence for the kingdom as possible.

After wrestling with articulating an irrational, inexplicable call, I went home and went to bed and I had a dream.

I dreamed that I was in a bar ditch, backed up to a barbed wire fence. For some reason, a series of characters, maybe two or three, were walking by on the road and shooting at me with revolvers, but although each shot three or four times, they always missed. I was scared at being fired upon. I had no retreat and no way to defend myself. I remember being amused at their poor marksmanship. At the end of the dream I remember being comforted, almost a “they’ll shoot at you, but you’ll be ok” kind of affirmation.

What do you make of that?