In the second year of his reign, Nebuchadnezzar had dreams; his mind was troubled and he could not sleep. So the king summoned the magicians, enchanters, sorcerers and astrologers to tell him what he had dreamed. When they came in and stood before the king, he said to them, “I have had a dream that troubles me and I want to know what it means.”
- Daniel 2:1-3
“‘In the last days, God says,
I will pour out my Spirit on all people.
Your sons and daughters will prophesy,
your young men will see visions,
your old men will dream dreams.
- Acts 2:17
The other day, we had one half of a leg of our journey home to make. If I got a good eight hours of sleep, I would be able to drive the rest of the way home without my wife assisting. But I got five wonderful hours of sleep instead. This deficit required my wife to drive about half the way, and this caused a strain on her.
My reason for the short night’s sleep was that I dreamed about an atheist friend. Okay, he is more of an agnostic, but he prefers no label at all, in that a label acknowledges even the concept of God. In the dream, he had created a superhero comic book, something that he does not do, but I knew with whom I was travelling. Sometimes, dreams get a few facts jumbled, but searching for the meaning is the important thing – thus no more sleep that night.
First, the dream:
My friend created a superhero that the experts touted as the strongest, most powerful superhero in all the comic book world. My friend’s fame soared as a result, but in reading the comic book, it seemed that the previous “strongest, most powerful” had all the same powers, but this new superhero simply had a little more added. Since he was a friend, I said nothing. I did not want to dampen his spirits. He was finally successful.
But the Creator of the previous “strongest, most powerful” did not take the usurping of the throne lying down. This old Creator insisted that He and my friend meet face-to-face in a Comicon debate.
I had never been to any of these conventions, but my friend insisted that I accompany him. I felt uneasy, as I had seen the flaw in my friend’s creation, but I went, supporting him.
At the convention center, we had scoped out the stage the night before the debate, picturing what might happen the next day. To return to our hotel, we walked down a dark alley behind the convention center. In the alley, we met an odd looking man. He was dressed in black with a pure white face and penetrating eyes. The stranger’s face glowed, the only light in the alley.
I knew at once that the stranger was an angel of God, but my friend did not believe in God or angels. This vision was not impressive to him, although it was an image not of this world. It was as if my friend had ‘lived’ in the comic book world so much that this real apparition did not phase him.
The stranger said, “I am a messenger from the Creator. You have no idea what you are getting into tomorrow. Since the Creator created everything, anything that you create is simply using parts of that creation. The Creator’s superhero has infinite power, thus adding more to something that is infinite does not give your superhero any more power. Thus, your claim is invalid. You have created a sham from the Creator’s leftovers, and you have no idea, still, who you are dealing with.”
My friend took offense. The strange other-worldly look of the messenger caused him no concern. He replied, “Your creator is nothing to me. I will defeat him tomorrow in the debate. I understand what he created, and my creation is more than that.”
The messenger smiled, but it wasn’t a smile of amusement. “You have no understanding of the Creator at all. You would never understand the Creator if you studied him for several hundred years.” At this statement, the messenger’s face morphed into an empty oval canvass – again pure white. It then morphed into the hood of the classic images of the angel of death. It then morphed into another human face, smiling at us. Other than grey in the shadows, the face, or image where the face should have been, was pure white – glowing in the dark alley. At this point, I awoke.
My first thought about the dream was, “Why did I receive the dream? Why not my friend?” Then, I answered my own question, with help from the Holy Spirit. My friend would have written off the dream as simply a bad dream. (To me, it was a great dream, but it is a matter of perspective.)
Why did the angel say that my friend could never understand the Creator even studying him hundreds of years, although God limits our lives to 120 years (Genesis 6:3 – and proven by science in that our bodies cannot regenerate new cells at that age)? We see and understand God through a study of His Word, but we are believers. We see God and understand Him through our connection with Jesus who reigns in our heart. But the unbeliever can study and memorize the entirety of the Bible and never understand God. Yet, if my friend could only let down his defenses for a moment and accept Jesus, the understanding would flood in.
And who are we to puff out our chests at our accomplishments? We have only taken what God created and rearranged it a bit.
I may have my nickname on this blog, Hat Rackley, but that is because I did not want to sound like I was a great oracle with name like “Blessed is the Lord Our God,” besides that is too hard to type. I wanted people to know that I was an ordinary person who might have dealt with the problems they have, and I came out on the other side. In that, I humbly submit my daily post. Not to puff out my chest and challenge God’s angel, but to add some understanding to God’s Creation while I turn over a rock that He created. There are so many more rocks to go, and many are rather heavy.
All praise to the Creator, our God.
Soli Deo Gloria. Only to God be the Glory.