A couple of days back, I had a dream in the early morning. I was walking around, led by my Father in Heaven, who was hovering over my head to accompany and counsel me. In this dream, it seemed as though this had been the case all of my life. He was not in any visible form, but a living presence over me. He would tell me where to go or what to do. As I now think about it, this still gives me a strange feeling. In the dream I wasn’t a robot, but was constrained by the will of another, which is quite different from my real life.
Anyway, somehow I ended up in a house and was led to stand at the side of a woman in her late 50s or early 60s. She was Caucasian or Chinese, but I couldn’t tell. She was standing in the middle of the floor, burying her head in great distress, helplessness, and pain. Whether she was crying or not, I can not recall. As I watched her, my heart was stirred up with compassion, yet I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to know what caused her such a miserable state of mind. Suddenly, I recognized that she was a woman without a husband, and therefore also without a son. It seemed as though she belonged to an Eastern Culture, and so this was a great shame for all her life. Then my eyes settled on her right arm. It was bent in a crooked “Z” shape. I realized that she was deformed from birth, which prevented her from being able to do a lot of labor. It also disqualified her from getting married. No man wanted her. Now, as she suffered throughout the years, her life was deteriorating into a place of helplessness and hopelessness. She was without a family. At this moment of my visit, she was crying out on the inside with great anguish.
Then I heard the Lord telling me: “Step forward and lay your hand on her arm and heal her.” I hesitated, as I did not know how she would respond. Again, the Lord spoke sternly to me: “I brought you here for this very reason!” As if controlled by another, I lifted my hands and put them on her shoulder. She was quite surprised to find me there and was greatly puzzled. At that moment, with my heart broken, I cried loudly over her, even as a wail: “Ma!, Ma!, it is me, your son!” (Ma is Mom in Chinese, used as an intimate way to call one’s mother.) As I heard my own voice, I was surprised to hear that I was actually calling this woman “Ma.” Suddenly, like a flood, a knowing feeling overcame me. I recognized that the woman was indeed no other than my real mother. Yet now she looked at my teary eyes, frozen with unbelief and confusion. This hurt me deeply. Compelled by a intensity of love and care, I began to shake her, crying aloud to her again: “Ma, Ma, I am back. God led me back to you to heal your right arm!” As she heard this, I saw her eyes beginning to beam with a sense of sudden recognition and joy. She realized that indeed I was her son who had come back to her. She melted with tears of joy and began to embrace me, burying her face in my right shoulder. I could feel the quivering of her body like a leaf as she intensely clung onto me.
As we settled down a bit, I put my right hand on her right arm, the part where it was crooked, and began to pray. Mama was in great peace and hope now. Then I woke up.
This dream brought me into contemplation of the season the Lord is leading me into.
Also recently, I was quickened to reconsider two statements by our Lord:
Matt. 12:48 – He replied to him, “Who is my mother, and who are brothers?” Pointing to his disciples, he said, “Here are my mother and my brothers. For whoever does the will of my Father in heaven is my brother (friend and brother of the same father) and sister (the bride prepared by His Father) and mother (part of the Church).” (Notes in parenthesis from my newly-given understanding.)
John 4:34 – “My food,” said Jesus, “is to do the will of him who sent me and to finish his work….”
