By Patrick Hawthorne
***WARNING*** IF YOUR RELIGIOUS UNDERWEAR ARE SO TIGHT THAT A PHARISEE OR A SADDUCEE WOULD SAY, “DUDE, LOOSEN UP,” THEN YOU BEST NOT READ THIS!
Last night I had the mother of all dreams. If you have followed my blogs very long, you know that I often write about the two categories of my dreams. I have God dreams and pizza dreams; God dreams provide wisdom while pizza dreams provide heart burn. If I were asked to provide data to compare the frequency of the two, I would probably say that for every God dream I have 200-300 pizza dreams.
In my dream I walked into some room not familiar to me. I don’t know how, but instantly I knew I was in the presence of Jesus. As I looked around the room, I saw Jesus kneeling on the floor with His back to me. Stepping closer I could see that He was hard at work fixing something…with duct tape?? Suddenly He turns to me. With a huge grin on His face, He holds up a roll and shouts, “I love this stuff!”
I would love to say that last night I had a God dream, but I know I mustn’t. For nowhere in the Bible do I find where Jesus ever fixed anything with duct tape. Oh well…at least I woke up with a big ole smile on my face. Be blessed.