Awake, Dreamers, Awake

I have no idea why Matthew chose the dreamer’s path while Mark, Luke, and John did not . . .

Please write a thousand word essay on one of the following:

  1. McDreamy
  2. I have a dream.
  3. Dream job.
  4. Dreamers

If you’re a fan of television’s Grey’s Anatomy, maybe you’d pick the first and delve into pop culture and the longevity of a medical melodrama. Or perhaps your essay would highlight Martin Luther King Jr.’s transformational 1963 speech in the shadow of the Washington Monument. Then again, you might respond personally, sharing about the ideal career you have now or aspire to claim in the future. Depending on your view of President Obama or Trump, you might instead write about the politically-charged Development, Relief, and Education for Alien Minors Act.

Dreams die young. What a dreamboat. Dream a little dream of me. Dream Team.

Philosopher Joseph Campbell declared, “Myths are public dreams, dreams are private myths.” Back in the 1960s, Bobby Kennedy made this George Bernard Shaw comment famous: “You see things; and you say, ‘Why?’ But I dream things that never were; and I say, ‘Why not?’”

We are dreamers, yes? Continue reading →

Hooved Mysteries

Matthew 2:13-23  – The 1st Sunday following Christmas – for December 29, 2013

“When Herod died, an angel of the Lord suddenly appeared in a dream to Joseph…” (Matthew 2:19)

1985168_f520During a Wisconsin autumn evening years ago, my wife and I were returning to our borrowed-from-friends cottage when deer burst in front of the car.

It was dark; we were paralleling a river and the cold evening air mixed with the water to produce swirling fog.

First it was one deer, leaping across the road. I braked and went from slow to slower. Then two more burst from the gray-shrouded woods. Then another. Though not at a complete stop, a crawling baby would have moved faster that we were. We eased forward, holding our breath, the four deer now a memory of flashing legs and fog wisps. It was a moment when my rational brain knew what I had witnessed, but at the same time I had a “Was it real?” question swirling in my mind like the evening’s fog.

Then a fifth deer burst across. Then gone.

How much time had passed? Five seconds? Ten? Both of us, our car at a complete stop, stared through the windshield. Was it real?

I was remembering those Wisconsin deer because on my drive home last night I steered through numerous “herds” of deer. Continue reading →