This is a true story.
The other night I had a dream. I was driving with some “friends” (in my dream they were friends, but I couldn’t tell you now who they were) at night up this long subtlly inclined road toward a small town. As we got closer, a bright cloud above the town caught my eye. It isn’t uncommon for the lights of a town to reflect off of low clouds, but this was different. In an otherwise clear sky, this small cloud didn’t appear to reflect light. Rather, it seemed to be the source of it.
The end of the cloud nearest to us was higher above the ground than the end farthest away, giving it a gradual downward slope from “head” to “foot.” Also, distinguishable from a distance is that the cloud had edges that seemed to be pretty well defined. It had many small, wispy and near-transparent clouds lightly blurring its edges, but there was little doubt that this was no ordinary cloud.
As is common in dreams, I traversed the distance up the hill to be directly beneath the cloud in an instant. But to my sleeping conscious it was no big deal. And what I saw in the cloud, to be more precise, what the cloud actually was, was Christ. I was over-joyed and terrified all at once. As the car continued down the road, my attention fixed on the image above us, I could clearly see the feet of Christ—his toes and sandals were clear and distinct. This confirmed for me that the cloud was not a fleating, random accident of nature. It was divine. I shouted to my friends, “We have seen Christ!”
Immediately I looked around and saw many people in the town who had seen Him too. I began to rally the “witnesses” to collect their names and document those who had the great fortune of observing this miracle. But after writing only threee or four names of the large crowd that gathered, we all had something more important to do, and dispersed. I don’t know what, but almost as quickly as we gathered, we parted with the task incomplete.
The next scene in my dream was me speaking with an unbeliever. He was challenging me on the truth of Christianity. He said something to the effect of, “How can Christianity be true? We have all of these new ideas, and it is so old.” I responded with some dream-logic about Christianity’s ability to endure because it is an idea in man’s mind and time cannot wear it down.
Then I woke up.
Immediately I felt shame. “An idea?”, I thought, “Why would I say that when I had seen Jesus!!”
I’m reminded of John 12:32, “And I, when I am lifted up from the earth, will draw all people to myself.” We must ensure that Christ is lifted up—that we tell about who he is and what he has done—and he will draw people unto himself.
The lesson of this dream will stand as a reminder for me, to never neglect the message of Christ in my apologetic efforts. Because I have seen Jesus. Haven’t you?