“ON FLYING HIGH AND COMING BACK DOWN”
So, I was sitting outside on a couch with a lady. (I trust that it was my sweetheart—a.k.a. my wife.) It was a windy day. Suddenly the wind picked up the couch we were sitting on, and lifted us clean off the ground.
I wasn’t scared. Exhilarated, but not scared.
We kept catching updrafts and got higher and higher. I thought, “Well, we don’t have any way of navigating, so we’ll just land wherever the wind takes us.”
Eventually, we came to rest on the ground. It was a fairly smooth landing. However, the people were speaking a language I couldn’t make out. I figured that we were somewhere in Eastern Europe.
“I think we’ll have to travel back home in a more conventional manner,” I said to the lady I was with. “It will take longer,” I added.
Here endeth the dream.
As you can see, I either am on drugs, or I don’t need them. The latter is true. I don’t really need them. My mind is a trip in and of itself. And, of course, probably everyone has wild dreams at times.
But this dream does seem to me to have a serious point. I know that I am getting older, and I think that I am getting less set in my ways, more able to fly, these days. Yes, I know that old people are not generally known for their flexibility. I seem to be bucking the trend on this. I am more flexible these days, more prone to go with the flow, to catch the updrafts of the Holy Spirit. Even when I have no way to navigate, I enjoy the journey.
Perhaps the Serenity Prayer is beginning to be answered. Perhaps I am realizing that I am really not in control, and that this is very good news. Perhaps I’m doing a bit better at letting God be God.
Whether I can let God be God and live out the Serenity Prayer from a couch is, however, quite debatable. I’ve heard of flying carpets, but I very skeptical about flying couches.
And in any case, going home could take some effort on my part.
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