*Woke up about 10:39am

The following is a dream that I had right before I awoke on March 18, 2010. I rarely write down my dreams, but I knew that this was one that needed to be recorded…

I was sitting in a hospital, with a good friend of mine. He was really struggling with physical healing. It was a very difficult situation he was going through. I believe he was having jaw pain, or he had a disease in his throat. My friend was a singer and a musician. The doctors told him to go on vocal rest.

No singing…

Unable to do the thing that he loved the most.

He was very upset about it. He had “tried” everything.

Doctors and medications

Countless prayers at numerous “revival meetings”

He had let all of the men and women of the faith lay their hands on him…

and still…

nothing.

He was so upset. He was at the end of himself.

He looked up at me and asked with all sincerity, “What is your perspective on this? How do you still believe in God when things like this happen?”

But before I could respond, he asked one more time…this time with a deeper level of angst in his voice.

“…What is your perspective?”

Just as he asked me that final question, a man, probably in his late thirties, came through the double doors just next to us. He had a very hard time walking. It was so labored that he had to use a cane. You could tell he was in a lot of pain and that his body ached.

He wasn’t suffering from a recent injury, but from a disease or condition that he had lived with all of his life. His body was contorted. His back was twisted. His legs were bowed at a sorrowful angle.

He was the kind of person that you would look at with pity and think, “How sad.”

And yet…

His face was glowing. It was almost angelic-looking. He had a well-groomed beard that surrounded a huge bright smile, and this man possessed two of the most stunning blue eyes you have ever seen.

His face was glowing.

And as he walked,

He was softly singing…

“My soul sings…my soul sings…my soul sings…How I love you!”

In truth, this man didn’t have an amazing voice, but you could not have heard anything more beautiful.

It was as if his words were carried straight up to heaven…

Or maybe Jesus came down by his side, simply to hear him sing.

The moment I heard the words he was singing, tears began to run down my cheeks. As the chorus continued, my tears turned to sobs.

Once this man had passed, I slowly turned and looked into my friend’s eyes.

I said, “That is my perspective…that is how I can still believe in God.”

At this point, we were both weeping.

Two men with their arms around one another’s shoulders…

Unsure of the future, but knowing that whatever the man with blue eyes had…

we wanted it to.