I woke up thinking I’d been having a scary dream, but I realized I’d been dreaming about Jesus coming to Jerusalem.
My dream started with a journey that began before sunrise and was filled with graphic imagery of torture and death to come, but also the need to accept all these things calmly and without trying to escape.
It was 2 a.m. on Palm Sunday (10 a.m. in Jerusalem) when I woke up in the midst of that dream.
I wish I hadn’t woken up at that point.
Hopefully I will dream of His defeat of sin and resurrection next week.