Last week I had a dream. A real, true blue, “while I was sleeping” dream. I welcome your interpretations.
The dream begins with me packing a bunch of stuff into a big back pack. Heavy stuff like books, boxes, I think there was even a candelabra that I had to fit in there. I didn’t like that all this stuff was being jammed into the back pack but I felt strongly that I had to fit it all in. I didn’t even like most of the stuff but I was moving from one place to another and I felt a great pressure to bring it all with me.
Once I had loaded the back pack I struggled to lift it onto my back. My legs quivered under the weight. Eventually I secured the big back pack to my body with several straps and such and put a few last things that I didn’t want getting squished into a smaller bag that I carried in my hands. I then began to walk.
After I had walked a bit I ran into somebody on the street. While we visited the weight of the pack was ever present on my mind and body. Finishing the conversation we parted ways. I walked a little farther only to realize that at some point during my conversation on the street I had put down my small bag of valuable goods . Still quivering under the weight of the heavy pack I retraced my steps and luckily found my small valuable bag where I had left it. Turning around again I marched towards my destination.
The same pattern repeats itself two more times (distraction, put down the important bag, realize later what I’ve done, retrace my steps, all the while struggling to support the weight of this big heavy back pack of books and candles).
The final part of my dream takes place on this epic stair case that I struggle to reach the top of…only to realize that I had forgotten that little bag again!
I woke up from the dream walking back down those stairs. I never did take that heavy back pack off.
So tell me, WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?
“Come to me you who are weary, for my yoke is easy and my burden is light.” (Jesus Christ)