I boarded the aircraft and was directed to a sort of jump
seat in the cockpit. The pilot was there pushing buttons and things. I was really
excited, though I also had a vague sadness tugging at my emotions, a sadness
about leaving and going away.
I was just settling down when something made me realise that
I had no passport. I engaged in a frantic search but to no avail. The pilot
looked sympathetic but said it was just five minutes to take off. I rushed off
the plane thinking I would get a quick passport picture taken and then realised
that of course I needed all the accreditation that goes along with a normal
passport.
Mixed with the sense of disappointment (think I was on my
way to Paris) was relief that I was not leaving loved ones behind. I woke up to
ponder the meaning of this dream.
This morning I read Galatians 4:6. ‘You are adopted by God.
God sent the spirit of adoption into your hearts, so that you would call out
loudly, “Dad, Father!”
I don’t need a passport to enter the Kingdom of God. Or
rather, I do, but he is the Holy Spirit who lives in me. A sort of biometric
passport to attest to my credentials.
I don’t have to disembark after all.
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