A week ago, Saturday night, I dreamed three dreams. All seemed the same, or at least they all seemed to carry the same message. I awoke with my mind, on repeat and saying, “Change the Narrative,” over and over and over. In these dreams, I found myself walking through cities, towns, down roads, and through parks and country sides. At different points of my stroll, I was approached by individuals asking for help. Each person who approached me, carried a strip of paper. On each strip was one sentence, God’s will & judgment for his/her soul. The sentences were all written in black print, except for a word or two in either green or red. Some came upon me, asking, “What does this mean?!” Others came, saying, “Please help me change this!!”
As I read the different slips of paper, I realized that these sentences were life sentences. It was their destinies laid out in one simple sentence. They were not compound sentences with ands, ors, buts and therefores. Better yet, these words were the narratives of the lives of the many I came across. The red words found in some could not be changed, but the green could be changed. Those I could help, I helped, erasing the green and replacing it with that which meant salvation. Those with the red, I could do nothing but send them on their various ways, knowing their unfavorable fate.
In the third and final installment of this dream series, there was a black van parked in the center of a small town. It was loaded with a bomb that could destroy the town and everyone in it. I was handed a device that looked like an iPod with a tiny keyboard on it. There was a timer on the screen, with only three minutes and counting down. Pictures began to appear on the screen for a few seconds at a time. The only way to diffuse the bomb was to interpret the title of at least one of the pictures, simply by looking at it, then type the title into the keypad. It was a guessing game, and by the time I’d type two letters, the screen would change to the next picture. As the timer approach zero, I decided, “Hell, this is just a dream! I’m gettin out!” So, I woke up.
As I ponder this series of dreams, do you know what I did not see? With the multitude of individuals I encountered, there were zero pastors, priests, parents, teachers, or attorneys speaking on their behalf. The various narratives of the many lives, were chosen and the life sentences were assigned accordingly. So, the narrative of YOUR life, YOU chose. YOUR life sentence, YOU earn! No one can account for your life, other than you. "Change the narrative" still echoes in my head. The great news is that as long as there is breath in our bodies, we DO have an opportunity to make better the narratives of our lives.
"Sanctify them by Truth; Your Word is Truth," Jesus said as He prayed for His disciples. Think about it. Jesus is "the Way, the Truth, and the Life." By Him and through Him, we are saved, sanctified, reconciled and redeemed. Jesus is our opportunity to change the narratives of our lives, if and when need be. Though we have life in our beings today, tomorrow is not promised and time is not guaranteed. Now and what we do with it, is what always matter the most in life.
Make today the day, that you do better for your own life. Make today the day that you take hold of your narrative and establish a life sentence without red.
Those who have ears, let them hear.......
P.S. You have three minutes and no way of diffusing the bomb, what do you do?? Into whose hands do you place your life and soul??
Bryan Hollomon Williams