Dreams are a funny thing - something I’ve never been able to figure out. Some people don’t dream, some people have non-sensical dreams and me, well I think when I dream. Call it a blessing (the thinking-dreams, not the ability to think, duh :)) or call it a curse but nine times outta ten my dreams just make sense. Some are to the point that I have to wake up, write down the thought that I’m thinking about just so that I can get some restful sleep.

Last nite was no exception. I dreamed (dreampt?) that I was reading the Bible and the scripture that stuck out to me was Romans 4:7; 5:1-20. When I wake up this morning I find that my bookmark ribbon thing in my Bible is already on the exact page it needs to be on yet I don’t remember when or why I put it there.

The scripture talks of salvation and how we are born as sinful beings but by the miraculous gift of Salvation we are able to rise above all the sin and become sinless in God’s eyes once again. It’s great to read again and remember how I came to know this process in a personal way.

When I was growing up in the Baptist church - Dup remembers the one cuz he was there… well sorta - the teenagers went on a retreat. I was just a bit young and didn’t make the cut so I was unable to attend. I was friends with some of the kids that went however and I anxiously waited to hear how much fun I was in store for next year when they arrived.

Well they came back and as is Baptist tradition, they got to give their “testimony” and make “a profession of faith” on Wednesday night during service. It’s funny how your mind can take such vivid pictures of a scene when a life changing event is happening. I remember exactly where I was sitting and what my emotions were as I heard how my friends had “got saved”. A strange term yes but the passion behind the jargon was real.

I didn’t have this inner fire my friends now spoke of but I knew I wanted it. Salvation had become real to me. On the way home I remember telling my parents that I wanted what these kids had. The next Sunday I took the first steps (literally - Baptists like you to approach the altar for these sorta things) in a long journey of striving to know God.

Back to the vivid memories - I still remember the day. It was one of those perfect sunny, blue sky sunny days. Add to the fact that we were in a Baptist church with stained glass and sunlight happily pouring through it. The day was perfect and as the service closed the routine call for anyone interested in Salvation was issued. I took that walk to the front - the shortest and longest walk I have ever taken. The Pastor led me in a prayer and somewhere during the prayer a feeling came over me that has stuck around since that day. It’s sounds like a cop-out to say you can’t understand it till you experience it, but frankly, it is true.

It’s as if a warmth comes over you - but it’s not a warmth. It’s a deep knowing that you are part of something bigger, something better, a feeling that someone is with you always, a feeling that you are not in life alone anymore.

Maybe others have had similar experiences or maybe I’m just a fruit loop who knows. If anyone else wants to pipe in either in a comment or a blog, be sure to let me know - I’d love to hear about your experience.