On A Mission From God

My dream this morning had me as an angel sent from God. The Lord had sent me to Chicago of all places. I have several missions to do on this trip. My first mission is a simple one. It is to visit a church. I have a bible in hand. My task is to talk to a deacon in this church and reason with him using the scriptures.

This church I visit has been using a certain passage in the bible has a pretext for hoarding food in the basement of the church. The Creator has sent me to challenge the true motivations of the congregation for doing this. The storing of food is not a sin, but the true reasons behind why they are doing it are suspect. They are motivated by a sense of greed rather than need or charity.

God wants them to consider giving this food to some of his starving children in Africa. This act of charity will be a blessing to all his beloved followers. In the end, I am able to convince them to make the charitable choice, and I see in my mind three stunned African men in Ethiopia receiving a shipment of food and an answer to their prayers.

My second mission, as an angel of the Lord in Chicago, is to visit a fast food restaurant on the south side. The restaurant is owned by a Polish immigrant and his wife. The restaurant has been doing poorly. The man out of desperation has agreed to supplement his income by selling street drugs, covertly with meals, out of his drive-thru. He is tormented by this decision. I have come to convince him to stop this and return to selling meals only and doing legitimate business. He heeds my advice and refocuses on selling food. Things are rough in the beginning. He is no longer making the levels of money he did before, but his conscience is clean. He is inspired to create a new fried potato food product that sells well and his business takes off. I see his wife in the backroom in a panic trying to change out the Co2 tank on the soda pop machine. They had never sold enough drinks to even warrant changing the tank previously. I walk away smiling and satisfied. I know things will be different around here from now on.

Next, I visit what looks like a homeless shelter, a woman comes up to me and hands me a wallet. She has been cleaning the place and asks me to get this wallet somehow to a resident. She has no idea how to find him. I know exactly where he is and can picture him in my mind. He is at a gym and working out on a machine. He has been exercising and seems intent on changing his circumstances and improving his health. I hand him the wallet. We simply look at one another and no words are spoken.

My time here is coming to a close. I finish the day by taking a walk through a marshy area that is also a bird sanctuary. It is a lovely sunny afternoon. The serenity suddenly is interrupted by what looks like a homemade 1930's era biplane! The plane comes roaring dangerously down a paved road toward me. I feel very annoyed. A huge gust of wind blows at the plane and it is whisked over into the ditch nose first and cracks it in two. The pilot is then starring up at me, in total disbelief, from the cockpit. It has been a busy day for this angel. I wake up.

Well, what to make of all this? I have been thinking a lot about my spiritual life lately. I have not been to church in years. I am no angel. It is interesting seeing things from an angel's perspective. How would I behave if I were an angel? Probably much like this angel. I'd like to think I would be a humble soft spoken angel doing good every where I go. I would help people help themselves like this angel. What would you do if you were an angel? Ponder that for awhile.