I had a dream the other night, and while I don’t know whether to classify it as a prophetic dream, or a normal dream from which I’ve drawn meaning, I thought it might give you something to ponder.
In my dream I saw that a room had been built under the sand. This was quite a deep room, with a roof of sand. There was only one way out, a small window at the top of one of the inside walls, such that you’d need to be a tall adult to get out of the room.
Inside the room there were children playing of all ages. When I saw this my heart went cold – for I know the dangers of building under the sand. Folks have been buried and suffocated after some harmless fun on the beach, and this was much worse than your average family-dug hole.
I was at the top window, imploring the children to get out now. But they were oblivious, they’d just discovered the room and were having great fun there. To add to the danger, people were walking on top of the roof as well. Nobody seemed to listen.
My children were there also, so taking my life in my hands I entered the room, bundled my protesting and uncomprehending children out of the window, then somehow managed to lift myself out. All the time there was this fear that it would collapse any moment. Still, all seemed insensate to the danger, as if they heard me but could not comprehend.
When I woke, and considered the dream, I wondered what kind of people it was that would not even choose to build their house on the sand, but insisted on building it underneath. To run with the speculative thought – if you build your house on the sand perhaps, just perhaps, you’ll still be rescued even as your house collapses. Not so if you build under the sand. I think that is what they call ‘the culture of death’ – and it is seen both in the world and in the part of the church that is striving to ape the world.