I had a very vivid dream last night. In the dream, I was sitting with a group of people. There was a couple of men that were obviously under the influence of either drugs or alcohol. There were some women there too, and a little girl. The little girl’s dad had died and she was so incredibly sad. The group of people just kind of sat there, looking dazed, confused, and really sad. It seemed to be more than just the death of this young girl’s father that concerned them though. They looked …. lost. I looked over at this young woman sitting next to me and she begins to talk about how she’s going to go back home and get a job. I begin to cry and I ask the young woman if I can pray with her. She concedes. As I reach for her hands, she says to me in an almost robotic voice, ‘it’s all about Jesus.’ I clasp her face gently in my hands, as I have so many times my own children, and I ask her what her name is. She repeats again robotically, ‘it’s all about Jesus.’ I said, ‘I know. But you matter to Jesus. What’s your name?’ I woke up shortly thereafter.
I really believe that dreams are from God. I have to admit, however, that I dream A LOT. It is very rare that I don’t remember dreams. And frankly, often they seem to make no sense. There are never any great big beasts like John had. There aren’t any 10 headed monsters or flying locusts. My dreams are always about real people with real situations or myself. Sometimes sporadic and strange, but still very real. I’ve had a few that have turned out to be prophetic, but I have learned over the past 3 years to be selective on which dreams I actually choose to digest. This one hit me.
I’m not sure what God is trying to convey exactly to me through this, but I can’t help but see the reality of my dream. Certainly there are many that choose not to know Christ. However, I honestly believe that there is an even greater number of people who understand that Jesus is God yet walk around like zombies in their own life. While they may know who God is, they don’t understand their own worth. People who, while believing God is real, still haven’t quite figured out that there is power in truly knowing Him.
While there is a very real human spirit out there that claims, ‘the power is ME,’ this is the reverse that claims victims just as easily with the thought, ‘I don’t really matter.’
Truthfully, even knowing Jesus, I have moments where I wrestle with my own insecurities. I’m talking about something that goes beyond that. Something that leaves people stuck in their misery never fully understanding that knowing God isn’t just about having a list of do’s and don’ts and making the grade. It’s about getting to know a loving God who really does care about EVERY soul. It’s about getting to know a loving God that wants to help YOU realize that not only are you important to Him, but that He has good things in store for you.
I don’t think God ever intended us to be zombies. Kind of hard to have a relationship with a zombie, and frankly, they’re kind of creepy. God didn’t create a bunch of creeps. He creates beautiful people who were designed to live life in such a way that others would see His love through our lives.
God help me to live this way. Help me to live in a such a way that people would see YOU through me. That they would understand that their part matters just as much as mine. That they would understand that they mean something to you. That their lives have worth. In Jesus name, Amen.