I had a dream of Jesus last night. I’m used to receiving divine dreams. They come whenever they come.
I’m in seminary now and it still is scary for me. Anyway, I dreamed that a young blond headed man was sitting at a table with seven of the apostles with a similar look. I walked over to the table and stood in front of it. The blond headed kid whom I did not recognize as Jesus yet, told me that I was in the right place to serve his church and his people. He told me in no uncertain terms to not be afraid. It was then I realized that it was Jesus. Needless to say, I awoke with a wee bit of fright and awe.
I really like my dreams. Thank you Jesus for intruding into the profane which you sanctified.