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In My Dreams



 Dreams are strange things. Scientists are still not sure why we do it.  What good does it to lay out a scene where I’m back in high school and didn’t study for a test? Or worse forget to get dressed. Trying to tell somebody about your dream seems to be an exercise in futility. The more you explain the less it makes sense. Yet they affect us on an emotional level. Why do we call our hopes for something better dreams?

 Dreams are hard enough when that doesn’t mean anything, just imagine how it was who knew God was trying to communicate thru them

  Joseph, Pharaoh, Gideon Daniel, Nebuchadnezzar, and many others struggled with the dreams God sent them. What does it mean? How should I respond? It didn’t seem like the best form of communication.

 Why did God do it that way? My guess is that human being couldn’t handle a more direct communication. Just look at how the people of Israel respond to God trying to talk to them (Hebrew12:18-19).

 Yet God did find a better way. 

God, after He spoke long ago to the fathers in the prophets in many portions and in many ways,  in these last days has spoken to us in His Son, whom He appointed heir of all things, through whom also He made the world.
Hebrews 1:1-2

 God's message became a messenger. His Word became flesh and dwelt among us. Instead of trying to figure out what was being said, all we had to do was ask.

 We don’t have to wonder what he means, Jesus is everything God wants to say to us.

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