A Dream, Some Pixe Dust, and God

So last night I had a dream. Not a Martin Luther King kind of dream, an actual sleeping dream.  Now, in the past I've been mocked by my family for the length, strangeness, and uneccessary details of my dreams. So for today's purpose, I will try to keep it short, but I have a feeling I will already fail at this attempt. Needless to say, dreams are usually odd and sporatic, so I will try to make as much sense of it as I can.

So, in my dream, I was on a large like mega bus that for some reason had to stop for a detour.  As the people were filing off of the bus, I noticed that we were forming two different groups while we waited.  One group was comprised of people who lived by the world's standards.  Drunks, druggies, atheists,..basically all non-believers were filing into a pizza parlor area to fill their time. A handful of others, including my family and I, were left standing on the corner of the sidewalk while the bus was in repair. Our small line was not partaking in sinful activity.   As I stood there and watched people one by one shuffle off the bus, I began to panic at the thought of all these people chosing a life of sin.  I realized that we needed to be actively encouraging them to stay on the sidewalk with us believers. 

Enter the small jar of pixie dust.  (it's a dream!) I don't remember how I got the sparkling substance, but I do remember that as people were passing by I would beg them to remember God, and to remember good. As I did this, I would either let them smell the dust, or blow a little in their face.  This magical dust must of had the aroma that triggered the right memory, because it opened their eyes and they realized their need to join us.  Soon, our line began to grow, as we attempted to stop people from entering the evil pizza parlor.  But, as we continued to wait for the bus to come back, our line began to dwindle.  The people on the sidewalk began to get tired, to get thirsty, and the dust began to wear off.  In the end, our line reverted back to it's original few. My heart was heavy.

Here is what I felt God say to me this morning about this dream. 

We are in a war right now, every day, for those souls who want to go the pizza parlor route. Who scoff at us, who are too lost, too self-absorbed, too stubborn, too weak to live a life for Christ.  Everyday people pass by as we stand on the sidewalk waiting for our Savior, and we let them.

Enter the pixie dust...an aroma..a reminder..an inticement. 

2 Corinthians 2:15-16 says:
¹⁵ For we are to God the pleasing aroma of Christ among those who are being saved and those who are perishing. To the one we are an aroma that brings death; to the other, an aroma that brings life.

2 Corinthians 5:17 also says:
"Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, then he is a new creature; the old things have passed away; behold, new things have come."

If we are in Christ, then we are a new creature.. a creature that emits a sweet aroma.  If our salvation is pleasing to God, I would venture to say that as we strive to become more like Him, our lives let off a sweet fragrance to those around us.  Don't you want people to be drawn to you because you smell like warm, homemade, love and comfort?  That light that shines on your face, that Christ-like attitude that flows through your words and actions...God can use that to draw people near to Him.

How often though, we as Christians, forget that we possess this "magical dust." We become tired, and hungry, and begin to forget what we have living right inside of us. The dust starts to wear off. Let's not find ourselves etching our way to the pizza parlor, or letting anymore slip by unnoticed. Let's instead embrace the tools we have with us to share Christ. Remember who lives in you, and make a conscious effort to spread that pixie dust around. There is no sweeter smell than the fragrance of a joyful life in Christ. Happy dusting!

Love.