Dream ...30
11-22-2015
The abandoned house
The dream was long but the short section I remember. I was walking down an alley and smelt burning in the air. I looking around and saw it was a house. The area was bad land to build a house. Small hills that was soft dirt. A river flowed down the middle. I crossed paths with a woman. I pretended not to notice the smell. She put her nose up as she smelt something, but then bent down to pick, or investigate something on the ground. She was distracted, and then we both continued our way.
I had been in that old house before. Three to four stories high. I used to live in a house like that. Now totally abandoned for years. Walls knocked out, a few papers, odds and ins, left because of no value. Only frames left. My thought was to let it burn down. It has no use. Its falling apart. Its not livable any more. I went about my way in doing things of life, still the burning of wood in the air. Someone will call the fire department I thought. But by that time, the house would have burnt down.
I followed a man to his friends shop. After this friend was talking to us, I learn he was a man that worked with metal. He had four lathes, two brakes, floor drills and such. I looked at how his shop was made. Made of wood. Simple construction. I asked if that was the river behind the embankment. The friend said yes. I thought his house was so close, that if the river over run or changed course, his shop would be swept away. The ground was so soft.
I then left to go home. That smell of burning is still in the air. I had to see that old house one last time. I saw billows of smoke coming from the roof now, some flames. I go over and step inside. I see more walls gone from vandalism and decay. I start to hurry thinking a roof could fall on me. I go through a bedroom and see an old stereo on a shelf. There were many passages, but I could always see the outside from the broken down walls. I walk through the yard and back to my path home. I pass three square vents coming from the ground. About 4 inches square. They led to the house. I could feel the heat coming from these vents. These vents were venting the heat from the roof on fire. I see emergency lights in the distance. I then am transported to see fire investigators look at cameras pointed down toward the house. They were at an apartment building that was 20 or so, stories high. They were at one apartment that a tenet had a camera on the outside, for his protection I suppose. The investigators were checking the angle of the camera. Then I was transported back down to the dirt road. The fire trucks came upon me. I saw myself being interrogated. I was last seen coming from the fire, so they had questions. Now I am trying to figure out what I am going to tell them. “Why didn't I call emergency?”, “Why didn't I report the fire?”. I am realizing they can always check the camera and see me walking around the burning house, and leaving. “Why didn't I call the fire in when I first passed down the street?”.
I was going down. No excuse. I wait for the questions as an attendant for the department waits for an old time cassette to rewind for his recording of my answers. Being terrified I wake up.
I have done something wrong. I feel it. I don't know what it is. I ask God, “What is my sins name? What do I call it? Why am I feeling guilty? What did I do wrong?...” A soft measure of knowledge came to me. That boy you left watching those demonic horror stories on TV last night, was that house. You judged that house to be worthless, the land to be worthless. You put your own value of things onto the things around you. So if the house or land belonged to someone else, for you it was not valuable. What if I owned that land or that house, is it still valueless? or would you carry the value I have in those things? Would you save the house? It is mine...
My sin... Rom 2:1, Luke 6:37. Yes in my reality, in my time frame, the things I dreamt about was true. But this is not God's reality the things I hear or see or feel. My assessments of things about me, is not God's world. He is creator, He created all things, He can make an old dilapidated house into a brand new house with a wave of His hand. He can make land hard as rock, and valuable. That dream was my time, not God's time frame. When I see a life, that is God's life. That life is valuable to Him. God can just wave His hand and morph that house into a living person. Just a wave of His hand, the rotting spirit can be made like baby new. There is nothing that has not been made by Him. He can make dead things alive and live things dead.
Please forgive me Lord- I ask myself, “how will I be able to recognize value of God's property... how?”
sj