Pity, its a dream.

This morning, I had another dream which really disturbed me. It wasn’t scary. It was actually kinda funny-strange. But for its subtlety, it struck me – slapped me into a new direction for my day. I now wander through a morose grey.

There are other things I should be writing about. Good things. About giving souvenirs from Seattle to Jill and Micayla; about getting to stay on with them and a new woman in our Bible study until 11:30 Monday night, working on a brochure for POINT ministries; about making tremendous progress on filing the 3 years of mail and paperwork I have accumulated in my home; about life and friendship and small gifts that fill the heart.

Instead, I share this:

The prologue is that I was talking to a friend at church last Sunday. He was telling me how his marriage sucked, and he was probably going to be getting a divorce soon. I didn’t know his wife really well, and maybe thats why he was comfortable telling me about it, but he described the ways that she was totally selfish and oblivious about him and their marriage, and how he had been trying and doing and praying for several years, but she just continued to take him and his efforts for granted and now they both had finally realized this simulation was kinda pointless.

I didn’t have a lot to offer. When people get together for the wrong reasons – that is, NOT for love, NOT for God’s greater glory, NOT in honesty with each other – then its silly to expect the marriage to last. You can hope it will, that people will change, but unless they choose to, its not really marriage in the first place. Its just a stronger form of “living together”.

I said none of these things, however, and just nodded, listened, and encouraged. Then church started and I went to work in the projection booth. He went and sat down.

The dream then:

It had been a mundane dream, actually. My friend and his wife were in it, as well as several other friends – all making cameo appearances. The high point of the dream happened around 6 :30am, when a group of street musicians had finally cleaned and painted the curbs of their favorite corner to their satisfaction, and proceeded to drag out their instruments and set up. I had been helping them clean up their corner, because yesterday at a Board Training “board fair”, I had told the group that I was interested in “environmental concerns, and urban development”.

It was the right words, but I strung them together wrong, and I think everyone including myself wondered just exactly those words together meant. *chuckling* Anyway, I managed to work them together into this dream.

(cont’d)