November 5th, 2010

grow, mature

The Red Haired Boy and the Rabbi

Last night in my dream, I was attending our annual family reunion. We weren't at our normal pavilion by the river, and I don't remember any of the usual family relations being there. There was, however, a fellow about my age with bright red hair and a lively personality. He was excited because he was going to be baptized during the reunion. (Now, I can't think of anyone in my family who looks like this and we've never held a baptism at our reunion, but this is how my dream was going...)

I walked with this guy across the grass, talking about his life and faith. During the course of the conversation, I realized that he had a few very misguided views on important matters. I don't remember what worried me the most, but I do remember beginning to teach him from the Scriptures, beginning with Isaiah 42/Matthew 12: "A bruised reed he will not break, and a smoldering wick he will not..." Just about then, he interrupted me and with enthusiasm in his voice, he said, "You need to meet my friend, the rabbi. There he is - let's go talk to him!"

Off a little ways stood a very tall, elegantly dressed rabbi. He was speaking with someone, quietly and calmly. He was a picture of beauty, standing like a polished onyx stone. In contrast, I was so...not gorgeous. I was so simple, so human, so semi-precious quartz. My Lord came to mind: "he had no beauty or majesty to attract us" (Is 53). The rabbi didn't seem to notice our approach; but all the while, I found myself thinking, "Wow! Oh, no! What am I gonna do? What am I gonna say?"

Just as we reached the place where the rabbi was, I woke up. Collapse )