The following is a chat I had with my good friend Clint about a bad dream I had as I was waking up this morning.
Hey there you.
Hey!
How is your morning?
Not bad.
I had a dream this morning that I was pastoring this huge church. It was my first day.
How did that feel?
We parked out on the street but the parking lot was like a sea. We had to swim to the church
Then when we got there we were late and it seemed like chaos, even though the associates and lay leaders should have had it under control.
Dag gum associates and lay leaders!
They asked if there were any kids who needed to go to the nursery and the whole section of people turned and pointed to us.
Then I thought if the ushers came to help us I could tell them I was the new pastor.
But they didn't come we just stood there.
Dag gum ushers!
When I finally got on the stage to give greeting it was weird the section right in front of us was just an empty hallway, no one could actually see the pastor.
Crazy.
I spent most of the morning in bed trying to figure out what it meant.
Come up with anything?
Oh yeah, besides that I was dressed like Colonel Sanders and accidentally had one of Elaine’s skirts under my slacks.
Rough first day.
It seems about the isolation of church people.
It was weird.
I didn't even get to preach.
