Pilgrim's Crossing: August 2009

Saturday, August 15, 2009

My Dream

Here I am in one of my favorite places in the world.
Down Home.
We came down here enroute to our annual family reunion in Myrtle Beach, SC.
But, on our way to a family reunion, we have another reunion of dear family.
We love it here on the farm where the garden is fruitful, the atmosphere is one of joyful simplicity, and my spirit always feels revived.
Last night as I slept here in the silent countryside, I had a strange, realistic-seeming dream.
It was one where I can't remember all the details.. only the most important ones.
Here is what I remember:

I was at a festival of some kind... maybe the regional or state fair.
These big, happy-g0-lucky kind of guys who didn't seem to have a care in the world were eating these huge corn tortilla chips... about 5 times the size of a normally-sized one.
One of the chips dropped onto the ground and right away I walked over and picked it up.
I said to them, almost as an after-thought, "Do you mind if I pick that up for you?"
One of the guys looked at me like I was an idiot and said, "I don't care."
Can't remember what I did with the chip, but then all of a sudden my sister was there, maybe with some of her kids. At that time, our attention was caught by an announcement that there was supposed to be some great inspirational speech up on stage and that we should direct our attention to that same stage. So, we did, and the "inspirational" speaker started to talk.
He said as an opening line, "Life is sacred from the moment you are born!" in a booming voice.
Right away, I decided not to listen to the rest of the speech because of his opening line.
Instead, I said passionately to my sister, "No... the whole problem with our culture is when people see life as sacred only from the moment of birth. The whole truth is that life is sacred... but from the moment of conception!!" My sister responded to me saying, "I totally agree!"

And that was it.
That is it! I linked to some valuable posts below which are truly worth a good read.
I have to go now...the country (gluten-free ;-) breakfast calls.. I am being beckoned by the smell of bacon... not overdone but just right.
Later, we will see my husband's grandfather, Daddy Joe. If I ask how he is, I already know what his answer will be.. "Tolerable." I think I could write a whole post just on him... but, for now, I will just say that as I take the golf-cart ride across the farm to the 100+ year-old house where he lives (and was born), I will be thinking about both ends of life... and how precious each of them are.
From conception to natural death. And the life that awaits beyond.
Amen.