Another year and another Holy Week is here. If you read my blog at all, you will know that last year was very difficult for me. That is because Easter always falls a few days before my Mother's Birthday, as Mother's day falls a few days or ON my birthday. So spring is always bitter sweet for me.
This year, it isn't that bad. Has it occurred to me about the time of the year? Yes, of course. However, it just doesn't seem to bother me as much this year as it did last year. Mom has been gone 3 years this coming November. So this is the third easter without her. However, I plan to spend it with as much family as I can. My Aunt Una, a spry 96 will be spending the day with me, my husband and my father. It will be a good day and a memory maker.
Holy week isn't about me though. It isn't about easter bunnies and peeps either-though those are fun too.
I had a dream last night about Jesus. No, really. Bear with me.
I was in a house that I used to live in and we were needing a exorcism. (Yeah, don't ask me where this came from.) A pastor I know was performing the exorcism. Just a point of order, Baptists don't exorcisms as a rule. But moving on. I was talking to the pastor as he was cleansing the house and I said the only thing they are afraid of is the Risen Christ. He agreed. So we started invoking the name of Jesus and guess what...well, He sort of appeared. We were suddenly outside the house and all these people appeared on the hillside with us and we started following Him where he was going. I fell into step with Him and we started chatting about this and that. Actually it was very comfortable like I was catching up with an old friend I hadn't seen in awhile. I asked Him why he was here and He said, because you wanted me to be here. I found this interesting but said nothing. We went into a house on the hill (dreams aren't easy to explain) and someone came up and grabbed his hands to look if there were holes in his palms. I gave this person a dirty look and He said it was ok, He held out his other hand and pulled a large wood piece out (looked like a splinter) and he sort of sucked in his breath like we do when we rip a piece of skin off our leg or something. He grimaced. I felt my heart drop into my feet and I said, "oh I'm sorry." he sort of nodded like you do when someone is just being nice and I caught his eyes and said, "No, I'm REALLY, really sorry. (me meaning in my heart, I'm really sorry you had to do what you did...because of me)" He nodded and smiled and said "I know..." again, this time with feeling, but a warm smile a friend would give you. A smile that elicited the inclination to hug someone.
This dream left a huge impression on me. And yes I really did dream this and I didn't exaggerate. Actually there are parts of it that I didn't even share. I'm sure a dream person would have a field day with this, but most Christians will find it endearing and not just a little bit convicting.
I feel like I was close to Christ. We were friends, and it was very comfortable. I pray that my Holy Week is like this. Spending time with my Lord and buddy.
I hope its like this for you too.
