Riding the Wave

So there was this other dream I had. Actually, I had this dream some time ago, but it has never left me so I thought I would share it for whatever it is worth.

I was standing at the bottom of my parents' driveway in Massillon, OH. They live at the bottom of a small road that dead-ends into the road on which they live. For the mental picture, if you are standing there, the roads look as if they form an upside down T and you are standing right where they come together.

In my dream, there was a long line of garbage trucks coming from my left and turning to go up the small road in front of me. They just kept coming, one truck after the other. Out of the sides of the trucks, flowed huge amounts of that putrid, sewer-like water that you often see in the back of these trucks.

Along the sides of these trucks were scores of children who had figured out how to surf this swill. They seemed to be having the time of their lives. It was confusing, to say the least.

From my vantage point, I could see the drivers of the trucks. This went on for some time. They just kept driving, perfectly OK with the presence of the children. At one point, one driver glanced over at another one, and nodded his head, as if to say, "now is the time."

All at once, the drivers began to swerve their trucks in an effort to crush the children. Several had been killed before I could figure out what was going on. I panicked and began to scream with everything in me. I yelled and yelled at the drivers and the kids, but, as so often happens in a dream, nothing came out except a raspy whisper.

The kids seemed clueless to what was happening. They were so caught up in the fun they were having, riding the waves, that they didn't seem at all effected by the death they saw it leading to all around them.

I sat straight up in bed, in a cold sweat, and immediately began to pray that God would speak clearly to me. Needless to say, He did. The images were so stark that night. Kids (and adults) all around us are having their fun with the garbage of this world when all the while the enemy is just waiting to make his move. May we not wait for the glance of the driver before we scream out the dangers of the lives they may be living and the lives we may be endorsing in them by our own choices. May we not forfeit our souls, or theirs, for the sake of "entertainment" and "fun."

"There is a way that seems right to a man, but in the end it leads to death."
Proverbs 14:12 (New International Version)

"But if anyone causes one of these little ones who believe in me to sin, it would be better for him to have a large millstone hung around his neck and to be drowned in the depths of the sea."
Matthew 18:6 (NIV)

New International Version (NIV)
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