In the dream, everything was the same as it is here in my present reality, the only difference being that we lived in a different building. The job of teaching at CEI and all the people were the same and all the students we've met and taught. The students and their parents from one of our classes were at a school for a sports-day and Matt and Peter and I were there with them.
In the dream there was a break time from the sports activities and I was trying to introduce some board games to a student who seemed too shy. His father and mother were standing nearby watching him and they were not smiling at all.
As I began to introduce a game to the student, his father demanded that I stop teaching his son such terrible things. I knew in my mind that I had done nothing wrong, but the father said that he and his wife never allowed for his son to do games, not even sports.
I knew I had done nothing really wrong at that point and I could have walked away from the situation without causing any problems, but I was on edge from my sin and I fell into the temptation to curse this father for his poor parenting. I snapped at the parents in front of their son and told them how could they be so horrible to their son. I told the father he was so stupid and that he was damaging his son by not allowing him to have "fun" in his child's life. In the moment I knew I was using the wrong approach and that I was wrong to yell and curse at the father, but I went on and did it anyway.
I continued and the parents argued and yelled at me and demanded to see my boss who came quickly and she scolded me and apologized to the family and then told me to leave immediately. I continued to yell at the father and eventually I left after my boss threatened to have me sent home.
I immediately went to find my team leader to warn him that I was probably being sent home now. I had to walk through a group of students we had taught a year ago and they recognized me and wanted to say hello and talk to me but somehow they knew something was wrong. I found my team leader and told him what had just happened and his only response was to look down in sadness.
Then I woke from the dream.
I think God wants me to remember some lessons from this dream:
- Even when so many parents are doing the job wrong or seem to be hurting their children, using a hasty and angry approach is wrong of us and often only more damaging Take time and love to teach them and suggest alternatives and make a case for. points you may disagree with and if they continue to disagree or disapprove or even go so far as to scold you or provoke you, leave the situation and pray for them.
- Avoid scolding parents in front of their children, it may cause more problems than one can imagine.
- Trust in Christ to be the ultimate teacher for yourself and for others He will bring justice and we are not his judges, we are merely his servants, but we must also be wise and discerning, if we think a student is in danger we. can inform our leadership.
Monday, May 5, 2014
Thursday, December 6, 2012
About the Pongo Experience | Pongo Teen Writing
This touched my heart and I had to share it.
I hope I can look more into this in the future.
About the Pongo Experience | Pongo Teen Writing
I hope I can look more into this in the future.
About the Pongo Experience | Pongo Teen Writing
Monday, April 9, 2012
Lessons from Dreams [Part 3]
Morning Dreams 4/9/2012
While strolling down the streets of England I run into Valdimort who is grinning wickedly and ready to destroy me, but I smile happily at him and let him know I am wearing the magical negatory cloak so he cannot harm me. He twirls around in a top hat and fine white cloak of his own and we become instant friends.
He invites me to help him sell magical paraphernalia on the street corners of London and I oblige.
I don the wolf-skin werewolf mask and suit and begin to help him sell stage props to potential passing customers by putting on little skits with a teddy bear. Our little skits are a big hit and soon the cash begins to flow!
Not long afterwards, we have made enough money to set up shop next to a book store and antique store.
The customers come in droves, so much so that there is a waiting room filled with women.
On my way to take a break a woman follows me and will just not stop pestering me about selling her some antique egg modeled after the famous bird eggs that the mother birds would push out of the nests and crush.
She kept pointing at the shelves and saying "That one! I want that one!" and I kept looking at the myriad of eggs and telling her "I don't work here! I don't work here!".
After a few minutes of telling me I was an idiot salesman she stormed out of the shop by way of the waiting room. As I was lagging behind her brisk frustrated pace I yelled out after her, "YOU ARE SERIOUSLY DISILLUSIONED, WOMAN!"
The crowd of motherly woman in the room around me gaped their mouths in furious anger that I, apparently an antique salesman, had the nerve to say something so rude. Some of the woman began to get out of their seats to punish me for such cruel behavior. I began to run as fast as I could and head for the exit.
On the way out a woman waiting in line for some props let me know that "They will kick your butt!" So I ran and ran.
Lesson from Dreams #3
Never tell a woman she is disillusioned....and....never be unkind to people.
While strolling down the streets of England I run into Valdimort who is grinning wickedly and ready to destroy me, but I smile happily at him and let him know I am wearing the magical negatory cloak so he cannot harm me. He twirls around in a top hat and fine white cloak of his own and we become instant friends.
He invites me to help him sell magical paraphernalia on the street corners of London and I oblige.
I don the wolf-skin werewolf mask and suit and begin to help him sell stage props to potential passing customers by putting on little skits with a teddy bear. Our little skits are a big hit and soon the cash begins to flow!
Not long afterwards, we have made enough money to set up shop next to a book store and antique store.
The customers come in droves, so much so that there is a waiting room filled with women.
On my way to take a break a woman follows me and will just not stop pestering me about selling her some antique egg modeled after the famous bird eggs that the mother birds would push out of the nests and crush.
She kept pointing at the shelves and saying "That one! I want that one!" and I kept looking at the myriad of eggs and telling her "I don't work here! I don't work here!".
After a few minutes of telling me I was an idiot salesman she stormed out of the shop by way of the waiting room. As I was lagging behind her brisk frustrated pace I yelled out after her, "YOU ARE SERIOUSLY DISILLUSIONED, WOMAN!"
The crowd of motherly woman in the room around me gaped their mouths in furious anger that I, apparently an antique salesman, had the nerve to say something so rude. Some of the woman began to get out of their seats to punish me for such cruel behavior. I began to run as fast as I could and head for the exit.
On the way out a woman waiting in line for some props let me know that "They will kick your butt!" So I ran and ran.
Lesson from Dreams #3
Never tell a woman she is disillusioned....and....never be unkind to people.
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
3/22/2012 - Vastly Discomforted
I am on a seemingly long journey to a good relationship with God and as
such I am currently floundering for desire to continue on after much
lack of fruit for a long time.
In body and mind I am blessed and healthy, but in soul I am unfathomably discomforted.
In body and mind I am blessed and healthy, but in soul I am unfathomably discomforted.
Saturday, March 17, 2012
Lessons from Dreams [Part 2]
Morning Dreams 3/17/2012 - part 2
When it seemed time to leave for the day as it began to rain outside, I discovered I was in a large crowd of people in a long dark hall of the museum. They were hustling and bustling to get by on their way home. I was alone and found a woman dressed all in robes of golden brown and jewelry. She looked to be from India and was dragging around a huge heavy wooden cart with tiny wheels. She had some papers and was trying to spread the word of her religion, but no one was paying any attention. In my mind I hear the words "this isnt the truth!" so I ignored her too, but obviously she had been at this for a long time because she threw up her hands in exasperation and covering her face to weep she then began to quickly shove her weighty cart down the hall away from me. This is when the slow motion effect of many of our dreams took hold and I couldnt move anywhere quickly at all even though I had quite a sense of urgency.
Once I was finally outside I could see that all the church vehicles had left except for one which was a small car with some of my IBLP friends. They felt sorry for me being left behind and invited me to ride back with them.
Lesson Learned - Even if you do not agree with someone's religion it is still OKAY to be kind to them or offer them help with their heavy burdens or when they are in need. All humans have an eternal soul.
When it seemed time to leave for the day as it began to rain outside, I discovered I was in a large crowd of people in a long dark hall of the museum. They were hustling and bustling to get by on their way home. I was alone and found a woman dressed all in robes of golden brown and jewelry. She looked to be from India and was dragging around a huge heavy wooden cart with tiny wheels. She had some papers and was trying to spread the word of her religion, but no one was paying any attention. In my mind I hear the words "this isnt the truth!" so I ignored her too, but obviously she had been at this for a long time because she threw up her hands in exasperation and covering her face to weep she then began to quickly shove her weighty cart down the hall away from me. This is when the slow motion effect of many of our dreams took hold and I couldnt move anywhere quickly at all even though I had quite a sense of urgency.
Once I was finally outside I could see that all the church vehicles had left except for one which was a small car with some of my IBLP friends. They felt sorry for me being left behind and invited me to ride back with them.
Lesson Learned - Even if you do not agree with someone's religion it is still OKAY to be kind to them or offer them help with their heavy burdens or when they are in need. All humans have an eternal soul.
Lessons from Dreams [Part 1]
So after many days of sleeping around 10 hours since I am trying to get over a cold and since I have been so tired from my new job I have discovered something about myself. My mind loves to dream especially in the morning hours. Even if I wake up and go back to sleep I will quickly return to dreaming.
I have decided that my dreams are too vivid and too meaningful, no matter how strange, to be ignored.
Often I wake up reeling in my mind trying to figure out what I had just dreamt out so complex and real.
Henceforth I have decided I will write what I learn from my dreams.
Morning Dreams 3/17/2012 - part 1
I dreamt I was on a trip with a church youth group. It was a very large group and we had to take many vehicles. A lot of my friends from IBLP were there for some reason ;)
When we arrived (the location was a couple of states away from home) we stored our luggage at a hotel and went to visit some museums. For some reason one of my older brothers was there to show me how to steal batteries from the overhead lights at the museum. I thought this was extraordinary for some odd reason and worked away at it until I had a couple batteries for myself.
After a while of dreaming seemingly useless stuff about visiting this haunted museum I found that I was separated from the original church group and just standing alone. I decided to take the batteries I had acquired to the gift shop to show them what they could so easily be losing and how I could help them fix their problem.
They were not surprised at all and they told me why.
They explained that there were cameras all over the museum that could see everything and they often got full-face pictures of people stealing batteries and would send them to the local sheriff, but since I had tried to help they wouldnt do so to me.
Lesson Learned - Its good to be honest no matter what the situation may seem.
I have decided that my dreams are too vivid and too meaningful, no matter how strange, to be ignored.
Often I wake up reeling in my mind trying to figure out what I had just dreamt out so complex and real.
Henceforth I have decided I will write what I learn from my dreams.
Morning Dreams 3/17/2012 - part 1
I dreamt I was on a trip with a church youth group. It was a very large group and we had to take many vehicles. A lot of my friends from IBLP were there for some reason ;)
When we arrived (the location was a couple of states away from home) we stored our luggage at a hotel and went to visit some museums. For some reason one of my older brothers was there to show me how to steal batteries from the overhead lights at the museum. I thought this was extraordinary for some odd reason and worked away at it until I had a couple batteries for myself.
After a while of dreaming seemingly useless stuff about visiting this haunted museum I found that I was separated from the original church group and just standing alone. I decided to take the batteries I had acquired to the gift shop to show them what they could so easily be losing and how I could help them fix their problem.
They were not surprised at all and they told me why.
They explained that there were cameras all over the museum that could see everything and they often got full-face pictures of people stealing batteries and would send them to the local sheriff, but since I had tried to help they wouldnt do so to me.
Lesson Learned - Its good to be honest no matter what the situation may seem.
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