White Stones
This morning I remembered a dream that I had a long time ago. It had to do with the Bible verse about a white stone and a new name. I remember we had just gone over this verse in bible study the night before the dream. I'm sort of on the fence about my religion at moment, but it made me think about the changes that are happening in my life right now.
Revelation 2:17
"He who has an ear, let him hear what the Spirit says to the churches. To him who overcomes, I will give some of the hidden manna. I will also give him a white stone with a new name written on it, known only to him who receives it."
I was wandering the streets of a new city. It was pitch black outside and I was utterly lost, but not one bit scared. I remember walking alongside a chain link fence at the edge of the sidewalk. I believed that it would lead me to somewhere important. Strange people made completely out of black stones approached me once in a while. They were shouting things at me, but I didn't speak to them and just kept walking. I didn't know what they needed and I didn't care.
There was one person who approached me with a white stone in hand. This was a black stone person as well, but I felt warmth and calm. The person held out the white stone to me and asked me to take it, saying that he had no use for it. As I reached out out my hand to accept the stone, I looked down and realized that my hand, and my whole body, was composed of the same white stones.
The black stone person dropped the stone into my open palm. I and all of my stone body collapsed into pieces and I woke up.
I can't really say why I broke apart, but I do know the weight of new information. I couldn't handle it. A new life, a new identity, a responsibility to find myself in God or just in life. Something was given to me that was meant specifically for me, but I couldn't take it.
Revelation 2:17
"He who has an ear, let him hear what the Spirit says to the churches. To him who overcomes, I will give some of the hidden manna. I will also give him a white stone with a new name written on it, known only to him who receives it."
I was wandering the streets of a new city. It was pitch black outside and I was utterly lost, but not one bit scared. I remember walking alongside a chain link fence at the edge of the sidewalk. I believed that it would lead me to somewhere important. Strange people made completely out of black stones approached me once in a while. They were shouting things at me, but I didn't speak to them and just kept walking. I didn't know what they needed and I didn't care.
There was one person who approached me with a white stone in hand. This was a black stone person as well, but I felt warmth and calm. The person held out the white stone to me and asked me to take it, saying that he had no use for it. As I reached out out my hand to accept the stone, I looked down and realized that my hand, and my whole body, was composed of the same white stones.
The black stone person dropped the stone into my open palm. I and all of my stone body collapsed into pieces and I woke up.
I can't really say why I broke apart, but I do know the weight of new information. I couldn't handle it. A new life, a new identity, a responsibility to find myself in God or just in life. Something was given to me that was meant specifically for me, but I couldn't take it.