Once, I was in the army. I was in a stockroom, in the basement of a large fort. And right outside the door it was raining and flooding.
Someone led me around outside to show me the floodwaters inching up to the door. I saw the creep and said, “We should seal the door.”
“We have the technology,” I thought.
Wading in the floodwaters in the river nearby, I thought it was like the floodwaters of the Raritan River I used to swim in, when I was growing up in New Jersey. “It’s not difficult,” I told my comrade, who reminded me a lot of my father. “But it will get worse,” I told him. “Cross over it now, because we have to cross.”
I thought I was alone in the wilderness but I was not. “And there was a man who held the hand of another man, and that other man let him, and he led him to a university,” I thought.
Then I heard a cracking sound, as a person stepping on and breaking a stick, that only people do, not animals, and knew I was in danger. Somebody was walking toward me. I headed back as fast as I could. I made it to a road, and it was raining. I went down into a big storm drain.
Then I woke up. I was dreaming. I was in the army in a dream.
I’m home now, and God protects me. And I wrote down the dream for this article today.
I want to call my father because that man in my dream, who reminded me of my dad, made me concerned about him though he’s probably fine.
We are never alone; God is all around. But all of us have chosen to be alone. God has broken through, to be with his people. He has broken down that door, easily. The Unbelievers, who speak of God as being outside, possibly knocking on the door to their hearts, are not his people and not with him. They are badly mistaken, because he can, as I’d just said, easily break the door down. God is powerful, he can do anything. I’d laugh, if it wasn’t so sad, when they say, “God is knocking on the door to your heart,” as if God is weak, and can’t get in and do anything for people, and pleads with them to let him in, because they are, somehow, stronger than Him. No, it’s just a sign that they are lost. Fortunately, I am not lost, and this isn’t just a dream. God has no problem bringing me through this evil world to a perfect place by his side, forever.