Restless and troubled by this persistent dream, she could not sleep. Foreboding thoughts and feelings flitted along the edges of her semi-conscious mind. What did her dream mean? Why was THAT man even in her husband’s presence? Pontius had not mentioned last night at dinner that he was holding in the dungeons this Rabbi and Healer, the talk of all Jerusalem.
She fell back to sleep and the dark drama continued. She watched with horror as the man called ‘The Christ’ silently endured beatings and taunting. The soldiers who jeered, smirked and spat on the suffering, compliant victim were HER husband’s men. Her heart felt like it was about to leap out of her chest, her mouth ready to shriek in protest.
In her dream, compelled forward to watch the horror of merciless mocking and abuse, she had pressed around her imposing husband’s back. But this stocky man, transfixed and silent, would not let her edge around him to see. Blocked then, she nonetheless heard the snapping whips, thudding and biting torn flesh. She recoiled as each whistling lash found its mark.
She had woken with a start, shivering in a cold sweat. What was she to make of this dream? Resolve forming, she called her maidservants to fetch water to wash and dress for the day. Maybe she could stop from happening that which no earthly person in the palace had told her about.
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It is vain for you to rise early,
To retire late,
To eat the bread of anxious labors—
For He gives [blessings] to His beloved, even in his, sleep. Psalm 127:2
What keeps you awake at night? I remember reading about Andrée Seu Peterson years ago and how for about 18 months, God kept her from sleep-filled nights. What I recall is that she eventually accepted this suffering as a gift from God and used it to pray and read her Bible. Then, all of a sudden, God restored her sleep.
Then there are those Bible characters whose sleep is interrupted by Divine dreams. Heroes of faith like the two Josephs: Jacob’s son from Genesis and the much later legal dad of Jesus – THAT Joseph. There were also those traveling sages from the East who were warned in a dream NOT to report back to Herod. And you remember Paul who recounted in Acts 16:9 about when he received specific guidance – “During the night Paul had a vision of a man of Macedonia standing and begging him, “Come over to Macedonia and help us.”
Not only God’s people, but major players in history have puzzled over dreams like Egypt’s Pharaoh with the fat cows and lean cows (as well as the baker and the wine steward sharing a prison cell with Joseph, Bar Jacob). King Nebuchadnezzar also suffered nightmares that no one but Daniel could interpret, thanks to God’s wisdom.
Divine dreams that communicate a message are positive, GOOD reasons for sleeplessness. But I know you are probably as familiar as I am with the negative and sinful impediments to a rest-filled night. Yes, I’m talking about not being able to sleep due to the anxieties of the previous 24 hours or of the morning soon to break.
Sometimes, my mind races with too many thoughts and I can’t settle it. Not that I am worried……but I can’t shut it off. Is that sinful?
The other night I didn’t get home until 13 +hours after I had descended our Smoky Mountain cove en route to Asheville. Then, after school, I had headed to an evening meeting, eventually walking into our home a little before 8 pm. I go to bed fairly early on school nights, so there was little decompress time – especially since I shared with Mike about the day (I had been professionally reviewed by my principal) as well as the meeting later on.
My mind was running at an RPM speed normal for my active day. The thoughts continued as I settled into bed a little after 9 pm. I know we are commanded to count on (trust) Jesus and hand over ALL of our cares, for He promises to take them on. I wasn’t ‘worried’, nonetheless the grey cells labored on.
Eventually I fell into a deep sleep, but awoke exhausted the next day. Was it my fault? Could I have handled the night differently? My first defense was: “I couldn’t help it!” Normally I DO slow down after dinner; the conversation is less intellectually engaging, I read the paper and then a book to prevent electronic stimulation.
But saying ‘it’s not my fault’ is irrelevant and doesn’t help. Our good Father actually gives us tools to use. Thinking about this kind of night since then I’ve come up with a plan. I’m going to do what Christ exhorts us through Paul in his letter to the Philippians:
Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. ………And the God of peace will be with you. Phil 4:8, 9b
I want that kind of peace at night, don’t you? But what assurance do you and I have that we’ll be able to KEEP our thoughts fixed on the above worthy topics? Just the fact that what God commands us to do, He gives us His strength to do. (I’m encouraged by Paul’s teaching in the same letter: “…for it is God who works in you, both to will and to work for his good pleasure.” Phil 2:13)
And just which topics are true, noble, right,…..? We can start with recalling truths about God – who He is, what He has done and what He promises those who call Him Father.
PS: Back to the story at the beginning of this post – what do you think? Will we encounter Mrs. Pontius in heaven? What about her husband?
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