I had a really strange and wonderful dream. I was sitting in the open air on a hill side. There were people everywhere waiting for a speaker. I didn’t know anyone until I looked to my right and there was sitting an old colleague of mine. A pastor friend that had passed away a number of years ago. He smiled and said, “What are you doing here? Its not time for you to hear the speaker.”
With that he stood up and said, “Let’s go to the river you have to go home.”
We walked and talked, can’t remember about what but I can still see his face and the wonderful white hair he always had from a young age. We got in a boat, there were a number of people and we headed down the river. I can’t recall much other than knowing there were beautiful and wonderful things on the bank. People smiling waving and saying, “See you one day on the river.” Of course I then woke up.
Okay dreams are odd, sometimes confusing but this one…comforting. Of course Revelation 22:1 came to mind. “Then the angel showed me the river of the water of life, as clear as crystal, flowing from the throne of God and of the Lamb.”
Often in our lives we get so caught up in the stuff of life we forget. What? We forget that God has a place for us, a beautiful, wonderful, yes mystical place of comfort and peace. But…we have to wait and as we wait we need to help others along, lift them up, prepare them so they too may see the River of Life. Twelfth-century mystic Hildegard of Bingen wrote, “Rivers of living water are to be poured out over the whole world, to ensure that people, like fishes caught in a net, can be restored to wholeness.”
Take a moment today to give thanks that God has forgiven your yesterdays, given you an area of service today and that one day we shall all gather at the river.