A little bit of Heaven

Yesterday evening I fell asleep on the sofa in the living room, not an uncommon occurrence for me. Last thing I remember happening before losing consciousness was hearing my own voice repeatedly calling Jesus name out loud. This phenomenon is not uncommon either, as most every day I conclude conversing with Him. The difference last night was the desperation of my plea. In any case I believe that God saw an opportunity to show me something and seized it. Gotta love that, an opportunistic father. Here's what occurred next, I had a dream of heaven. It was so very real, like when I woke up I couldn't believe I wasn't still in heaven. And let me tell you it was great. There were no buildings anywhere, everything was outdoors. The weather was sunny and warm, like a spring day. It looked a little like the Shire in LOTR. There were comfy sofas and chairs arranged all about. People were sitting around, talking, laughing and eating. Everybody seemed to be about the same age, around 25 or 30. Nobody was skinny and nobody was fat. The men were muscular and fit, the women natural and beautiful. Nearly everybody I knew was there. George was clean shaven, Cosby had a huge beard and was grinning from ear to ear. After I figured out where I was I realized that I didn't see my wife anywhere. So I'm thinking that she's still hanging out down there at Dakota House, telling all those ghetto kids about Jesus. Next thing I want to do is find Jesus, cuz you know I have a few questions that I want to get answered. So I start walking through the grass covered countryside. Soon, off in the distance I spot a small circle of furniture with two people seated in huge leather chairs. I walk towards them and notice that there is a long long line of people snaking up to the seating area. The folks in line are in a good mood though, talking, smiling and laughing. Not at all like what we see in the malls around Christmas time. I pushed my way to the front of the line so I can see what was going on up there. Guess what , that's right. Jesus, the one and only, sitting in a chair, laughing and smiling, beaming with indescribable joy. And you know who He's talking to? My wife, Jamie Marie Barker. She looks like a million dollars, as beautiful as ever. Wearing a long white dress with purple flowers in her hair. Of course Jesus doesn't notice me walking up, His attention is totally focused on Jamie. But Jamie notices, she looks over at me, tears running down her face, she smiles, nods her head, points her thumb at Jesus.

Pretty good dream.