swing. The whole family was there and boy can we celebrate. I was in the
living room "discussing" politics with my brother-in-law; we could just
about straighten out the county if given a chance. Part of the crowd was in
the kitchen finishing up the Christmas feast. The older kids and grandma
Melody were playing a board game, the younger kids were running wildly
through the house pretending to be pirates or some such, while in the
background Teresa Brewer belted out "rocking around the Christmas tree!" We
all were munching on the snacks set artfully around at convenient places
through the house. Yep, we know how to throw a party!
About that time the doorbell rings and the grandkids rush to the door in
mass to see who it is, hollering, laughing, pushing and shoving all the way!
They suddenly get quiet and I hear one of them holler, "Grandpa there's some
weird guy here in a dress and he wants to talk to you! So, I grudgingly
leave off saving the country and head to the door.
The kids are right, he is kind of weird looking, like he was someone heading
to a Christmas pageant, long hair, a short beard and wearing a robe. I say,
"Can I help you?" (I figure he either wants a contribution or wants
directions). He says, 'Didn't you hear the trumpet?" I replied, "Well it's
kind of hard to hear anything with all the noise this mob makes. What are
you talking about?"
He looked down and kind of shakes his head and then said, "The Trumpet of
the Lord, didn't you hear it? It's time to go!" It takes a minute for this
to register and I think this guy is some kind of religious nut and tell him,
"I'm sorry, but I can't talk to you right now, we have the whole family here
celebrating Christmas and I need to get back to them." He replied, "We know
that's why God chose this time of year, there are so many people gathered
together singing hymns and praising God, he thought more people would be
ready." In my mind I replay those words, "Singing hymns, praising God," as
Teresa belts out one more time, "deck the halls and let's be jolly."
Then I happen to notice what's happening outside. I get a chill down my
spine as I see folks floating upwards towards a cloud with someone at the
center with a bright glow around them. I holler for the wife and tell her to
get everyone together; we have to get out side right now.
As we try to get everyone attention, someone at the game table hollers,
"Wait until we finish this game!" The grandkids scream, "We don't want to,
we're watching Frosty the Snowman on Television." Someone in the kitchen
calls out, "I can't come, I have to finish basting the turkey, and the
potatoes are boiling."
In the mean time the fellow at the door is standing there listening,
observing this mass confusion. Again he looks down, with kind of a sad
expression on his face shakes his head and turns as if to go. He stops, cups
his hand to his mouth and calls our, "OK Lucifer, here is another house
that's yours. They aren't ready either."
About this time, I wake up in a cold sweat and lay there replaying this
dream in my mind and wonder if we; or our world are ready if Jesus comes
back at Christmas? Would we welcome him or complain because we have some
really nice gifts we don't want to miss out on. Are we more interested in
being jolly or praising God? Are you "Dreaming of a white Christmas," or of
celebrating with God?
I know it's a strange dream, but what if it really happened!
Russ Lawson
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