Big
Yellow Taxi
No man who is fit to live need fear to die.
To us here, death is the most terrible thing we know. But when we have tasted
its reality it will mean to us birth, deliverance, a new creation of ourselves.
It will be what health is to the sick man; what home is to the exile; what the
loved one given back is to the bereaved. As we draw near to it a solemn
gladness should fill our hearts. It is God's great morning lighting up the sky.
Our fears are the terror of children in the night. The night with its terrors,
its darkness, its feverish dreams, is passing away; and when we awake it will
be into the sunlight of God. Thomas
Fuller
I had another dream last night, or I should
say early this morning. I dreamed I
missed the school bus. You know how in
the early hours of the morning you go into what they call REM sleep. You know what I am talking about. Rapid Eye Movement sleep. I call it RLM because in this dream I was
running to catch the bus and I missed it so it was more like Rapid Leg Movement.
So I am dreaming that the school bus was
going to pull up at any minute at school, but I forgot something and ran back
to get it. Have you ever noticed that
when you are in a hurry, everything and everyone else slows to a crawl? I am not sure why I had to run down the
bleachers, but as I am running I look over and see one of my uncles sleeping in
the bleachers. I am not sure if this was
to remind me not to be caught sleeping when the big yellow taxi pulls into the
station, but that is a possibility. When
I returned to the pickup location the bus (or big yellow taxi) had pulled away
and was down the street turning the corner.
We were all kids at one time and if you never
rode a school bus it can make a kid panic if you miss it. For a kid it is like the end of the
world. There is not another bus that is
going to come along and pick you up 15 minutes later. The bus you ride is the only one that is
going to take you home. You can’t get on
the next bus in the line and get home.
That bus will take you somewhere else and maybe somewhere you don’t want
to go.
So back to my dream. When I missed the bus I reached into my
pocket and pulled out my cell phone. The
really weird part (I know you are laughing now because this whole thing is
weird), was that back in the day when I went to school we didn’t even have cell
phones so this dream covers multiple generations. So I pull my cell phone out and call my
Dad. Instead of the phone ringing it
started playing a Willie Nelson song. So
I am thinking, is this the right phone number because my Dad doesn’t like
Willie Nelson music. In the midst of me
making this phone call I jumped out of bed and ran into the kitchen. I don’t know if I thought I could catch
another bus in the kitchen or what, but I thought I was late again. When I get to the kitchen I glance at my
phone and it is 3:30am. When I finally came to my senses, I went back to bed
but I couldn’t go back to sleep. Imagine
that. So yet again, I started thinking
about God and this is what I came up with.
There is only one bus that goes to
heaven. We all want to be on that bus
because the other bus is not one we want to take. Time is ticking away for us
to get on the right bus and we must be saved by the blood of Jesus Christ. I
want to be in line when the bus pulls up to my stop. I don’t want to be running around chasing
worldly things. I want to be standing in line waiting for the
big yellow taxi to pull to a stop and when the doors open I will run on and
take a seat. I can’t imagine a nicer
ride.
Prayer for the Day:
Heavenly Father, there are times when I dream strange things. One of the things that I so enjoy is thinking
about You in everything I do. Thinking
about You brings me joy and I see You in everything, even my weird dreams. Thank You for loving me enough to give me a
way back to You. When the roll is called
I want to be in the Lambs Book of Life and live with You for eternity.
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