The Dream

I had a dream just before I woke this morning.  We were living in a parsonage, but not the one in which we are currently living.  There were a bunch of people there, much like the recent retreat we had.  All of a sudden this new family came in.  We had met them years ago, but hadn't seen them in awhile.  They walked in right in the middle of all the chaos and announced they had brought us some gifts.  They wanted us to open them right then and there!  So we did.

They were strange gifts.  I don't remember all of them, but one was a copy machine that looked like it had come over on the Mayflower.  In order to make copies you had to crank it by hand.  Really strange.  We tried to make over it, but I guess the guy could tell we weren't all that enthusiastic.  Finally he said "well so much for the copy machine!"

As soon as he said that, for some odd reason, I had this overwhelming urge to pray for our country!  Trust me, this line of thinking confuses me too, but I am just saying how it went!

I turned away from this guy who had come bearing gifts and said to Tommy, "we need to gather everyone together and ask God if He can find ' ten righteous people' in our land, will He please spare our country."  Then I woke up.

Of course I did pray right then that He would spare our country, but even if He doesn't, if God's people will do what they are supposed to do, He will do what He has said He will do.