My title makes it seem like I’m going to talk about the destruction of the rainforests, which is probably something I should do one day, but my actual topic is my own death.
When I was in high school I had a dream that was so real and so vivid and so dynamic that it’s still clear in my mind today, some 30 years later. It was a dream about my death. In the dream I was an old man and I was surrounded by loved ones, and as I died I started floating up to the ceiling, but when I got there, I went through the ceiling and on up into the sky, but when I got through the clouds I was suddenly in a beautiful rain forest. There was sun streaming through the giant leaves and there were rain drops also falling from the leaves, like I had just missed a brief shower. I was floating there in paradise and it was so peaceful and happy that I was actually disappointed when I woke up and realized I was still a pimple faced teenager!
This was a very important dream for me, because in a way it validated my Christian belief that peace and joy are waiting for me when I actually die. My rainforest dream also helps get me through scary times like the Covid age. I know that if I get an illness that takes me out, I don’t have to be afraid of the end. As a Christian, there’s no reason to fear. A true Christian afraid of death would be like a dog afraid of a bone. It just doesn’t happen. You don’t run away from your reward. You embrace it as it embraces you.
Thank you for reading my 65th blog.