A Dream

I would like to share a dream that I believe motivated my book “Opening Brass Doors.”

Not many years after I had become a born-again Christian, I had a dream. My wife, I, and our children attended a large Baptist church in the city of Victoria, BC, Canada. Every Sunday morning after the service, there would be tea and coffee served in the foyer. It was spring, and you could see through the large windows of the foyer, people outside having their coffee and fellowshipping on the lawn surrounded by daffodils.

In the dream, I was in this church after the service, and before me was a long hallway with rooms on either side. In one room, people were praying; in another room, they were having a Bible study. My brother-in-law was taking part in the Bible study. As I continued walking down the hallway, the rooms became increasingly unoccupied. I looked back down the hallway at the people in the foyer and knew they didn’t want to walk down the hallway.

At the end of the hallway were two large double brass doors. I went to them and pushed on them. They were very heavy, and it took a lot of my strength. The creaked as they opened. I stepped into a room where hundreds of people lay in rows covered in white sheets up to their necks. Across the room were two double wooden doors with a crossbar. I was astonished at what I saw, and I asked one of them.”

“Why are you lying here like this?”

They answered: “Because no one will come and open the doors and let in the light.”

I stepped over the people and opened the wooden doors. They opened into a meadow of beautiful flowers, and the most dazzling, bright white sunlight filled the room.

In the dream, I knew that now the people would get up and go out into the light.