Last night I had a pretty cool dream. I was back in high school--okay, that’s not the cool part--and in, what I think was, my anatomy class full of students. In the class, we started talking about Christianity. Due to the nature of the people who made up the class, everyone insisted that they were Christians. I knew this was going to go somewhere interesting.
So, the teacher began to speak, and wasn’t really getting anywhere, so I asked if I could speak. He allowed me to. The first thing I said was: “What does it mean to be a Christian?” No one could answer. I asked again: “What is it to be a Christian?” No one had a response. Then, I asked them to nod their heads either in agreement or disapproval at my next comments. I said, “A Christian is someone who follows the teachings of the Bible.” They all nodded in agreement. “A Christian is someone who prays and has a relationship with Jesus Christ.” They all nodded in agreement. “A Christian should spread the news of the Gospel to other people.” Some people walked out of the room at this point. Others attempted to disagree. So, I quoted Scripture, since we all seemed to agree that the teachings of the Bible should be followed. They still tried to disagree.
Then, I asked, “What makes a Christian different from other people?” They had a few answers, none of which really held any value. More people walked out. I don’t remember much more in this dream except that someone else began to speak at this point. But the cool part of the dream wasn’t in regards to who left, but in regards to who remained in the room. Even though this was only a dream, it kind of gave me hope for those that will listen, for the people that would stick around in the room.
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Since I've been commenting on some of your blog entries, I guess I'll introduce myself. I am Jonathan Tad Ketchen, and I go by Tad, my middle name. I'm an artist, photographer, and poet in Guelph, Ontario, Canada.
Interesting dream. Were you able to tell who the people were who stayed behind. Were they the people you'd least expect?
A few months ago, I had an inspirational experience. It wasn't a dream. It was reality, yet still very enlightening. One of my female friends called me up and said she was sick and wondered if I could come over and spend the day with her. I was happy to, and we enjoyed each other's company, even though she was sick. We talked, and I read her some of my poems. From my understanding, she is not a Christian, but she's still one of my best friends. I realized, later on, that when I visited her, I had spent the day with Jesus, because he said, "I was sick and you visited me," and "Whatever you do for the least of these you do for me." I realized, even though my friend didn't even believe in Christ, he still identified so much with her that he said when I was visiting her, I was visiting him. "While we were yet sinners, Christ died for us." Praise God!
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