Weird Dreams

Last night (June 28) I had a very weird dream that I actually remembered. Our Church had a big retreat center of about 30 acres and was hosting a business group over a weekend. On Sunday evening I was going to have a communion service for whoever wanted to attend, but the lights went out and I couldn't find any bread and wine. The business group split up into 4 different religious groups. There was a group of Muslims (who wore green head coverings) and were praying in a corner. There were some Hindus burning incense and chanting. There was a group of Buddhists who went into another corner and meditated. A small group of Christians stayed with me while we looked for bread and wine.

Suddenly there was a commotion outside as a group of protesters all with masks on were protesting loudly the presence of these other religious groups. I went outside and confronted the leader who was quite a bit bigger than I, but strangely I felt no fear and told them to leave the property. I young adult girl came and stood beside me and folder her arms and stared at the leader who made some obscene remark to her, but she held her ground. He went on about how he had a right to free speech and we had to love him because Jesus said so. I told him that Jesus rebuked anyone out of line (like Peter)and that I was rebuking him and telling him and his group to leave. They didn't.

I went to the phone and dialed 911. A lady answered "Hello?" I asked if this was 911 and she said yes, just a moment...and then hollered out "Jim, it's for you" He came on the line and asked my emergency. I explained that I was the Pastor at St. Martin's Lutheran Church and we had trespassers that needed to be removed. He asked my address and I told him, 1123 Burney Rd, Rosenberg. In a few minutes 5 patrol cars came and a helicopter flew overhead. I met a deputy at the gate and asked if he was the sheriff...he said yes, I shook his hand and said "Welcome to St. Martin's." He took off his jacket and with two other deputies punched out the protesters and the last I remember I smiled a lot.

I then woke up and spent a good part of the night trying to figure this one out. Dreams are best interpreted by the dreamer. Why no sanctuary? Why Rosenberg when we are in Sugar Land? What was with the 911? I had just read that morning that Martin Luther wanted all rebellious peasants killed...hmmm. For now I just laugh but know there is more behind it. Do I feel a need to defend other faiths? I think so. Do I get angry at intolerance of others? Yes..and what about not finding the bread and wine? Am I still looking for deeper meaning in my own traditions? I think so.

How are your dreams coming along?