Do you ever have dreams that seem real? Well, I had a dream the other night and it seemed exceedingly real. M. L. King wasn’t the only one to dream, I guess.
I was traveling somewhere, I don’t know where and was flying. There was a connecting flight as it wasn’g nonstop. So I was in a terminal somewhere, and there were no signs anywhere. Nothing to tell where it was, or where anything was, including rest rooms or even identify the kiosks and sales nooks. But more importantly, no signs for Departures, Arrivals, or even Ground Transportation. Just white walls.
But there were people. They were hurrying everywhich way. I would stop one and ask where the departing flight lounge was and they just shrugged and kept on moving. I went to a couple of kiosks and even a resturant asking the same question. They were “anchored” to their spot so had to answer, but it was always, “I don’t know.”
I was beginning to worry that I might miss the flight to where ever I was going. Finally, a guy with brown hair and a suitcase came by. Did I mention that everything was white, including the people. Not bleached, but not even blond. Just no color. So this guy stood out like a beacon.
“Do you know where the departing flights are located?” I asked.
“Yes I do,” he answered. “Just follow me and I will show you where to go and how to get the flight you want.”
Then I woke up. It immediately occurred to me that this was a real life situation. I am in a world that if filled with people scurrying here and there, ultimately looking for a way to get to heaven. And there are no signs directing them and no one to tell them how to go.
But I know the way. I should be anxious and ready to answer anyone and everyone who asks and wonders, “I know the way. I am going there. Follow me.”
I am not Elijah or Daniel, who led Ahab and Nebuchadnezzar, but I can lead someone to know the Lord and the way. And, as a believer, you know the way. We just have to tell them about Jesus and His death for us. And He rose again. Tell everyone you can.
Don’t go alone.
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