Just woke up from a dream where rage took place at what should be the unlikeliest of places: Church. I often sleep with my iPod playing in its stereo dock or radio playing on my iPhone (AM 1450 WWOL based in D.C. is my current station of choice). This need for ‘noise’ while sleeping gives me something to think about in between returning to sleep. The downside at times is whatever is playing, my subconscious will surely paint the images.
Last night, my subconscious returned me to the church pews of a ‘mega’ church I use to attend nearly 10 years ago. I was in the small chapel where Bible Study was usually held. T.D. Jakes delivered a sermon, but I don’t recall the message. As he spoke I felt surges of rage as hot tears poured from my eyes onto a white cloth I placed on my face. At the end of his sermon, he came over to me. He was much wider than I imagined ‘In person’ and the shirt he wore with purple roses on it with brown pants didn’t help. Our eyes met. Then he walked away. That familiar feeling of dejection and invisibility crept into my core. Or maybe he sensed my overdrawn checking account and decided to set his sights elsewhere.
I awakened to T.D. Jakes’ Sunday broadcast playing on my iPhone.
Funny how this dream coincides with my church going reality. The emptiness and rage I felt once I got up from the pew. The spiritual revolution I am still waiting for is my responsibility.
Amen.