After the first Hymn I decided to pray, that Jesus would guide this service for us. Yet I couldn't say the word Jesus. It just came out as an unintelligable dark depth of sound. I kept trying, just to say his name. I for got the congregation, and kept making odd sounds, yet they were becoming clearer. Finally I said the name Jesus in an intelligable way, and suddenly found myself back in the pulpit, all the congregation were now crying, and hugging each other. Once they hugged one person they went and hugged others, until groups of 'huggies' were happening. It was a great dream. There was jubilation, a great sense of fullfilment. I just stood in the pulpit amazed. We seemed to be joined with voices in the heavenly realms. The 'service' took on a life of it's own, and the people greeted each other as new people arrived to join the service. They were all talking, and this buzz of excitement was tangeable, rising up to where I stood watching. Somehow the service happened anyway in a kind of haphazard mish mash of groups of people finding their own way to express their joy. No one was leaving, just more and more people arriving!
I had only managed to say the name of JESUS, and all this happened. I wonder if in my dreamscape I am alos entwined with Christ Jesus? That all these are the chosen of Christ, and those who are liberated from the debt of life. We all have the ability to cross over on the bridge of eternal life to eternal life in the presence of God. We don't have to wait until death to receive this gift of eternal life that we live in 'the debtor's prison'. Jesus made this possible.
I would love to see the cross taken, and placed in the pulpit of every Church. That all that is preached is Jesus Christ, Savior and redeemer of the Poor. And that we all have the ears to hear his name and love the sound. May we all join with the Heavenly Choirs this Chrismas, to welcom the newborn Child of Christ in our Hearts and Minds, that we too are redeemed from our own selves.
That which is darkness in our subconscious mind, and shuns the light by hiding withing the bindings of the book of our lives. We are all held together by Sacrificial Love. Not simply our Desires and Hopes.
Perhaps the cup of blessing we share at covenant, is pressed truly from Faith in the Sacrificial Love of Jesus Christ. The outworking of God's desire for us as his children to rise above our lost cause of Human endevour to build 'towers of our own making', and the Hope of true Redemption, in that all is possible with God. We are entwined within the wings of His Healing Love, and will always remain so, even when we are awake or asleep to the 'World' we know in our daily comings and goings.
Perhaps I might try to see if I can re-instate my lay preaching career. I found it difficult to know when or if I should go back on the Methodist plan. Going to church might help, because I have strayed a long way away from regular worship. I don't know if I could, not without my mind being less wordy!
The sun has come out, and we are moving my mother in law to the new care home this morning. Somehow both my Husband and I feel exhausted every time we visit either of our oldies. Perhaps more later.