Catholic Free Press
Even though it was a lake, I was in the smoothest water imaginable swimming out to the middle, a little scared to be alone, but loving the feel of the water. I flipped over on my back, the water rushing up around my ears in overwhelming silence, and I looked straight up at the stars, so perfect I could get lost in them and almost believe it actually was Heaven.
Then a hungry baby woke me, and just like that I was in our home holding him, thankful everyone else was still fast asleep, the night indeed quite silent, a rarity in a home with six kids. Night feedings can be thoughtful moments, and I thought of something I read about Descartes and skepticism earlier in the day, probably the reason for my dream. Can we ever be sure that what our senses tell us is real?
There’s something to that isn’t there? A few minutes earlier I was certain I was swimming in a clear lake; now I’m feeding a baby, certain that I dreamed it. Is either experience less real than the other? Outside, in the real sky there were stars glimmering. Light from the stars can take so many years to reach our eyes it’s possible the stars I saw no longer exist. Is this image different than the one of my dreams?
Meandering still, I thought about something J.R.R. Tolkien wrote. “Just as a word is an invention about an object or an idea, so a story can be an invention about Truth.” He argued that there is inherent truth in mythology, that the story of Christ is the deepest reality of man, God’s story – His Story. We are all a part of history, even me thinking about water, stars, Heaven, hungry babies, Descartes, and Tolkien.
Then I realized what stirred my soul in that dream. Advent begins soon, Christ the King is coming, and those beautiful words flowed into my mind. “O Holy Night! The stars are brightly shining; it is the night of the dear Saviour’s birth. Long lay the world in sin and error pining; till He appeared, and the Soul felt its worth.” Yes, that is the greatest story, the deepest reality of all, our Saviour. Letting the other thoughts go, I just stared at our precious infant imagining what it would have been like to hold baby Jesus, hoping that maybe someday Mary would let me, and I fell back to sleep smiling.
|Jeune femme et enfant
Category: Catholic Free Press
Sites That Link to this Post
- A Summary of the Last Year and Some Blog Business | Accepting Abundance | August 10, 2012