Imagine going to sleep. With a rock for a pillow. Imagine having a dream. And meeting God there. Imagine waking up. And discovering that God isn’t only in your dreams. That God is everywhere.In everything. In the rock. In the dirt. In the trees. In the sky. In the broken hearts you’ve left behind. In the promise of future days. In the obliteration of the ego. And in its reconstruction. In the Big I and the little i.
Imagine going to sleep. Certain that you owned the story. Certain in your opinions. In your facts. In your truths. In your piety and transgressions. In your worldview. In your physics and your metaphysics.
Imagine having a dream. Of a staircase. With angels going up and down.
Imagine waking up. To a more compelling story. To a bigger picture. Humbled. Elevated. Connected. Refocused. Deconstructed. Reconstructed. After.
That’s what happened to Jacob. It can and does happen to all of us. Whether we realize it or not, whether we can receive it or not, whether we can join him at the foot of the staircase.
Here’s a song I wrote about this story a few years ago.