The river looked real but was it?
One Pilgrim’s journey to find the Way to HOPE
Last night I had a very clear dream. It was like watching a movie and seeing a person – a young man – walking along a path. The beginning was black with heart-ache tragedy and many trials. The first image of this person and he is dirty, bruised, and blocked from moving freely by all sorts of obstacles even tentacles and vines grabbing at his legs. He is alone, directionless and wandering through sand and shale.
It is quite a distressing site but slowly one torturous step at a time he continues walking forward. Suddenly he sees before him a river. Not very wide the water was freely running and clean and pure. ‘Perhaps if I walk into that river I can wash all the dirt from me and when I get up again, I will be clean and made whole’. Another thought came ‘Perhaps I will be clean then on the ‘outside’ but how can I be clean on the inside? Is there any way my bad life choices, and all my bad decisions could be ‘washed’ away?’
‘What about sorrows, losses and pain?’
Questions still surfaced.
He thought he heard a gentle voice say……Go into the river….keep walking!
He walked into the river.
Gradually all the grime from the road, the dust and the ‘outward’ filth of a fallen society were gently cleansed from his body. He felt clean and refreshed but his heart was heavy. Memories of loss and failure still pierced his soul.
He wanted to return to the land but knew he had to keep walking. Through the water he surged, each step becoming stronger until he saw before him the outline of something on the riverbank ahead. He reached out his arms not understanding why.
Then, then his hand encountered something hard rough and very real. It was an old rugged cross and his hands wrapped around it as if his very life depended upon his grip holding fast.