The Dream by Diarmuid Cronin
He gently opened his eyes and the warm sun beat upon his face. He lay among the soft caress of the grass and a gentle wind embraced him. His father sat underneath a tree a few feet way beside the babbling brook.
“You are awake,” his father smiled.
“I fell asleep dad.”
“You did my son.”
“I had a dream, Dad.”
His father rose and sat beside him. “Do you want to tell me about it?”
“It was so real dad. I dreamt of missiles falling from the sky and little kids, even younger than I getting killed and maimed. The world was in a bad state. Millions were poor dad, not even with enough to eat. There were homeless people and destitute. There were huge storms and hurricanes and all types of disasters happening. People were fighting all of the time – over land, possessions, oil and money. Rainforests were dying dad and animals of all types were in danger and the earth was actually heating up! And I dreamt of growing up in this world and I was having happy times and sad times. And I lived a life, Dad. I did! I had a wife and kids and it was crazy fast you know. Everything went so quickly. And I felt so much. I was scared, full of joy, there was fear and hope. And so many times I felt helpless. And a lot of the time I felt so lonely. Worst of all dad, I didn’t know where you were. I kinda knew you were there somewhere and I kept calling out for you. In fact sometimes I gave up hope and told myself that you didn’t exist at all. But deep down I had a feeling you were somewhere. As I grew older I stopped searching for you out there and started looking within. Which was strange, really, but I kinda felt you were a part of me, Dad, just as I was a part of you. It was full on, Dad and then I just woke up!”
His father looked at him with love in his wise eyes. “That’s some dream son!”
“How long was I asleep dad?”
“Mmmmmm perhaps 5 minutes… not much more.”
“Wow! All of that in 5 minutes?”
The son looked knowingly at his dad for awhile.
“Dad, that was my first dream.”
“I know son… and your last… if you so choose.”
“Dad?”
“Yes my son?”
“Did you know I was dreaming?”
“Why yes, of course.”
The son reflected on this for a moment.
“So Dad, during the bad parts of the dream did you know I was suffering?”
“My son, you may have appeared to be suffering in the dream but were always perfectly safe with me here.”
“You could have woken me?”
“I could, but I didn’t. You would have woken with a start. It would have been a little frightening for you that way. You gently came out of the dream yourself. You choose to enter the dream state. It is best if you choose to exit.”
The son stretched out on the grass.
“Dad?”
“Yes my son.”
“I love you.”
“I know, my child. We are love.”
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Our world is so full of chaos, violence and strife, very similar to the boy’s dream life, isn’t it? Have you ever felt like this boy did, that his Father was nowhere to be found in the midst of all that is life? I know I have. Sometimes I can feel my Heavenly Father so strongly that I can almost physically see and hear Him. Yet other times, it is as if He has gone on vacation and left me alone. But, just as this story says, even though I may feel that the world is collapsing around me, I know that my Father is always there and that I am safe in His arms. He will help me make it through to the other side of any trial I face in life. The Bible has many verses that reassure us of this fact. One of my favorites is in Joshua 1:9: “Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be frightened, and do not be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.’”
I have found in recent years that there are at many reasons that I may not feel Him during certain times. Sometimes I have something in my life that is putting a barrier between us. I, then, need to search my life and myself to see what that is and correct it. Sometimes He has a lesson for me to learn, or for someone else to learn, that can only be revealed through that trial. Sometimes, He is very much present, but His answer is not what I have expected or wanted, and I am looking in the wrong place for the wrong thing. And sometimes that trial serves to bring me closer to Him than I have ever been before and that is accomplished through my search to find Him again. God, in His infinite wisdom, knows when it is best that I feel His presence and when it is best to draw back and support me from behind the scenes. Those of you who are parents- does that sound a bit familiar to you? Sounds like good parenting to me- helping our child to become stronger and more capable of living life on their own.
Have a very blessed day!
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