I dream a lot. I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned this before, but I dream a lot lot. In fact, I’d say that it’s probably one of the most consistent and primary ways that God oftentimes speaks to me. I’m okay with that. Dreams usually involve a lot of symbols, a lot of puzzle pieces, and things like that. I like trying to figure things out. I like puzzles. So God knows how to easily humor me.
All of this to say that I had a dream last night. I didn’t quite understand it… even while I was dreaming. It was one of those dreams that I knew I was dreaming, but I didn’t even know what to make of it then. Here’s a quick dive into my dream:
I was in a big room outside of a church building. There’s some friends of mine from college, not close friends, but friends nonetheless. They were going to lead worship at this conference thing in the church next door. Mark Driscoll, a notorious preacher within our generation was scheduled to speak… and walked into the room. I was kind of shocked to say the least, but he started leading the prayer. And surprisingly he said, “pray in the Spirit!” and he started shouting in tongues, as did all of my friends… and myself. Afterwards, Driscoll pulled me aside and said, “I know you’re a Kingdom theologist… but why do you not like me?” (not entirely sure what a kingdom theologist is). Then I woke up.
Pretty simple dream, huh? But this morning as I was praying through it I heard the Lord say, “I used Mark Driscoll last night to expose your pride.”
Ouch.
Sometimes I take what I know or I take my limited experience… and no matter what kind of experience I have or how right or wrong I think I am… I automatically think it’s right. I know I’m not the only one that does this, which is why I’m writing about it (as hard as it is to admit). So what do I do about this? I repent. And I laugh – laugh because of all people, God used Mark Driscoll.
