We begin with a poem that is a dialogue between God and someone who has been wronged in some way. Accused of doing something unjustly. It is called, "Forgive Them for They Know Not What They Do." Then I share my song, "All My Dreams" and finally I share a teaching from a chapter of my spiritual autobiography The Opening Window, entitled, "Dreams Are Made for People." Bonus: At the end of this episode I share a song with lyrics possibly by my first girlfriend, Merrilee Kramer. I wrote the music. It is entitled "Dreams Are Made for People". Enjoy!
Dreams Are Made for People
Dream: Little toy soldiers are marching through my kitchen. I wake up and write the dream down because I am enthusiastically looking for God’s answers and I believe that God speaks to us in dreams. After falling back asleep, I dream the same dream only this time the soldiers have a glow about them. The Holy Spirit reveals to me that God is giving my tiny “David” soldier thoughts the power they need to defeat my Goliath. I praise God now even as I think about it.
Dream: I’m running from wild dogs who want to tear me apart. My eyes are raised to the sky where I see, flying in wonderful patterns, flocks of birds. Deep within, I know those flocks of birds are thoughts of God, angelic in nature, high above the pain, the threat, the appearances. I’m still being chased but, somehow, I know I’m lifted as I dwell on those birds. Oh, how I long for the thoughts of God!
Dream: (Prelude to dream) Harry Chapin was a wordsmith, a poet, if you will, who had a few hits in the ‘70s (“Taxi” and “Cat’s in the Cradle”) but his album tracks like “A Better Place to Be” paint pictures of lives in the world that are often sad but, in his telling the stories and singing them, he was a master at his craft. Every emotion is touched. Incredibly well-done material. He really had no equal in being able to relate a story. My dream had Harry Chapin flying a plane and, using an atom bomb, bombing our Army base. My reaction to this dream, as I had it, was shock and dismay that Harry would do such a thing. When I awoke and thought about it, though, I burst into tears at God’s encouraging picture. At this time of my life, I was very distraught and discouraged and, frankly, depressed about my illness but had felt compelled to continue with affirmations about God’s love for me even though, I often felt, I was doing this in vain. I did find, though, that since I had myself on this word regimen, I, at least, felt I was doing something to help myself. I was not going to let the appearances take me down. If God loved me, (which the Bible says He does), then I needed to know it with all my heart. I knew that if I was brought down by the appearances of futility and hopelessness, I was definitely not being aware of the truth of God’s love. So, I used affirmations expounding on this truth, even though I did not believe it, yet. I was discouraged but kept it up because it was the only thing I knew to do. Then I received this dream in which Harry Chapin bombs our Army base. Oh, I cannot tell you how much that encouragement from God meant to me. God was telling me that my creative words were destroying the base of my conflict, my battle. God was telling me He had me in the palm of His hand and my battles would soon be over. I was still down, emotionally, but I could see the light at the end of the tunnel; I could sense its end; I could almost taste a victory in Him.
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