Okay so a few days ago, hubby had this dream:
1) He was on stage singing the theme song from Camelot. He didn't know the song but was faking it with the others on the stage. At last, he was found out when he was supposed to do a solo part --a tumbling trick-- on the stage. He didn't realize the cue because you didn't know the script.
1) He was on stage singing the theme song from Camelot. He didn't know the song but was faking it with the others on the stage. At last, he was found out when he was supposed to do a solo part --a tumbling trick-- on the stage. He didn't realize the cue because you didn't know the script.
So we got to thinking about it. First we googled the theme song from Camelot. The song is basically a song about Happy-ever-after-ing, about Exceptionalism, and in its fantastical way can be compared to the gospel -- the state of being blessed, a too-good-to-be-believed news. In fact, part of the song has the king attempting to convince Guinevere that there is such a thing as blessed Camelot.
So why would this dream pop up?
We talked and talked and the subject got around to the death of hubby's sister when she was a little eleven-year-old girl. Luke remembered his stalwart, unchurching, self-sufficient former Roman Catholic father praying, "Oh God, I have never asked you for anything and I will never ask you anything again. Just heal my daughter." From that incident, a stronghold of defeatism lodged in hubby's brain. The stronghold could be defined as: "even when one prays only once and lowers one's pride to pray to God for some impossible thing, God will not grant it."
Hence, the dream was showing hubby the stronghold that fought against faith. It is generally faith that defeats our prayers...but the arguments, vain imaginations, strongholds in our mind. This is why we are taught that belief is in the heart. The heart has to be open to miracles. It is akin to St Thomas. St Thomas did not doubt that a miracle could make Jesus rise again. At least he didn't doubt more than the others. And the others were all doubters. But St Thomas was always melancholy and proud to pessimism: he didn't believe that something good would happen to him or to one he loved.
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