Jennifer Lauck posted recently about a conversation she had in a dream. She was talking with His Holiness, the Dalai Lama.
The other night, I had a similar dream, though I was chatting it up with Jesus.
We were sitting in a garden; very casual. He was the white Jesus of my childhood, with long hair and a beard. White robes.
Our talk had a bit of a "Who's on First?" element to it.
Jesus said, "My only way to the Father is through me."
He thumped himself on the chest and repeated, "I have to go through me."
He raised his eyebrows, as if asking, 'get it?'
"So I have to go through You." I said.
"No. You have to go through you."
"But I thought I had to go through You?"
Jesus rolled his eyes. "No. Through you. Your relationship with God is personal."
"Bup, bup, bup, bup, bup...." He cut me off.
With sad eyes he said, "That's not what I said."
He shook his head and uttered under his breath, "Oral tradition."
"Huh?" I asked,
He smiled then and asked,
"Ever hear of the telephone game?"