My dream
Unlike Martin Luther King whose dream is known to thousands, I also had a dream last night. My dream is literally one I had in my sleep. I was in church. Not Hamlin where I have attended with my wife for over forty years. It was at Immanuel where I was raised and called to the ministry.
Cindy’s name was in the bulletin to sing that Sunday. She was unable to sing. I went to the pulpit. I did not sing for her. I was not called to sing. That church knew that. I read to the church from First Corinthians chapter thirteen.
“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, and it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.”
This is not the human love that we celebrated yesterday on Valentine’s Day. It is not a feeling. It is not sex. It is action. It is the things we should do but do not. This is what I read to that church in my dream. Standing in their pulpit in my pajamas with no hint of embarrassment or fear.
I ended my song with the last verse of this chapter. “And now these three remain: faith, hope, and love. But the greatest of these is love.” I asked them to join me at the altar and I would introduce them to my Jesus who helps me to love this way.
A perfect love casts out fear we read. I had no fear in my dream as I do when I speak. I did not worry about what this church thought of me. I looked at them with the love of God and asked them to join me in pursuing Him and His love, I know I fail at that often. I keep trying, again, and again, and again.
Can you join me in this pursuit? To be patient and kind. We must put aside everything that makes us human and strive to be more like Jesus. To love the way, He loves and gave His life for us. It isn’t hard. Just ask Him to forgive you as I do, again, and again, and again. It is a daily pursuit. Join me.
