John 4:23
Yet a time is coming and has now come when the true worshipers will worship the Father in spirit and truth, for they are the kind of worshipers the Father seeks.

"True worship is in spirit and in truth"

Tell you the truth, my spirit's not in it

I hate that I feel far from You today

Everything just isn't going my way

And I'm waiting to hear You say,

"It's done. I'm here. Don't fear.

All your troubles, my dear,

they won't disappear,

but I'm still here.

Don't fear.

I love you.

I'll forever hold you.

Even if you can't feel my touch.

I haven't left and I'd never do such

I know your heart and what you're going through.

You feel far apart and you don't know what to do.

I'm still here. Don't fear. All your troubles, my dear,

they will not disappear, but I am still here.


 

A couple nights ago I had one of the strangest dreams in my life, and that is saying something because I have a history of just crazy scary dreams.

Here it goes:

(I'm skipping the first part where I dreamed that I went to the bathroom...no worries, I didn't have an accident...)

After going to the bathroom, I head upstairs in this huge building where a whole bunch of people are sleeping. I go to sleep. In the night, I am awoken by a scream and a thud. I sit straight up in my bed and thought, "That can't be good. I better check it out."  Everyone who was sleeping in that giant room went downstairs and outside to see what had happened. There laying on the parking lot pavement was a teenage girl. She had jumped out of a window on the top floor. What really hurts the most is how we soon forgot her laying there lifeless. We stayed outside and were goofing off like all was fine. We even formed a circle and did the cancan, and out of the corner of my eye I saw her. I thought, "This isn't right! We should be mourning!"

( I think this was a flashback and maybe explained why she jumped out of the window.) My dream jumps to a seen where (might possibly be the same girl) this teenage girl is consulting a spiritist or psychic. Three friends of mine along with me tell this girl why she shouldn't be doing this. There are these stone figures that look a lot like Aztec or Mayan sculptures in the room. I don't know what exactly is going on, but I know enough to be aware of the demonic pressence. We try earnestly to stop her from going through with her "deal with the devil."

It's really creepy. I know. But I can't be afraid or shy away from a dream so thick with meaning; with so much beyond the surface.
The death of the girl, and our refusal to mourn: I'd say this parallels the attitude of many today. We just want to have fun. Don't bother us with sorrow. We ignore the atrocities around us for the sake of preserving our own happiness.

Matthew 5:4
"Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted."

1 Corinthians 12:26
If one part suffers, every part suffers with it; if one part is honored, every part rejoices with it.


I think there's more to this than I'm getting at but I'm just not sure about it all.