Within a span of time I had a vivid dream about my adopted daughter who died pregnant, from a drug overdose in 2021.

Then I dreamed that my dad, who died over 15 years ago, was just up the road, able to come rescue me from a deflated bicycle tire.

I don’t usually dream about people I miss who have passed into Eternity.

There were two other dreams.

One seemed to be a glimpse of Heaven and the other a premonition of despair and pain.

I have thought about writing about these things, but it seems personal and maybe a little kooky to tell people about one’s dreams.

Only problem is that other people have brooked their discomfort, shared their dreams and anchored me with them.

Micah 4:1-5 KJV
[1] But in the last days it shall come to pass, that the mountain of the house of the Lord shall be established in the top of the mountains, and it shall be exalted above the hills; and people shall flow unto it. [2] And many nations shall come, and say, Come, and let us go up to the mountain of the Lord, and to the house of the God of Jacob; and he will teach us of his ways, and we will walk in his paths: for the law shall go forth of Zion, and the word of the Lord from Jerusalem. [3] And he shall judge among many people, and rebuke strong nations afar off; and they shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruninghooks: nation shall not lift up a sword against nation, neither shall they learn war any more. [4] But they shall sit every man under his vine and under his fig tree; and none shall make them afraid: for the mouth of the Lord of hosts hath spoken it. [5] For all people will walk every one in the name of his god, and we will walk in the name of the Lord our God for ever and ever.

Humans are eternal.

Jesus is the single, transforming Rescuer who can save us.

Heaven and Hell are mysteries worth pursuing both in how they manifest in our lives now—great Light and deep shadows in this temporal world, and what they will be forever and what we will be to them.

Much is being made about the Texas heat wave, and it is hot—but most summers here are hot.

Yesterday I walked down the street without shoes. My feet would have been damaged if I had not trespassed on neighbor’s grass and darted from shade to shade.

And when there was a concrete slope with no shade? I slid on my butt and pulled my long sleeves down to cover my arms.

All I could and can think of is how impossible the trip would have been without grass, trees, and the abandonment of my dignity.

Once I got to the spillway I realized that my stubby little legs were just out of safe reach to the wobbly top step down to the water. I ended up having to climb up and around the spillway, hanging on to the low limbs and trunks of trees to give me purchase.

Then there were an inordinate number of wasps to slide by and over, no way back at that point—so close to the water.

The short trip was a revelation to me on heat and lesser perils, especially the way the sun can make concrete and asphalt unbearably hot, and my own insufficiencies.

I am a mammal and we mammals do not all tolerate extreme heat.

Jesus went to hell for me. I have no reason to believe that the metaphysical “dumpster fire” hell would be anything less intense the the actual heat of an actual sun—burning in the intensity that would be necessary to burn away human rejections of just and holy love.

Makes 10 minutes on the Texas pavement seem like a small thing.

Jesus rescued me from fire by being consumed by it.

That is harrowing and impossible to comprehend.

Romans 8

Psalm 22:10 KJV
[10] I was cast upon thee from the womb: thou art my God from my mother’s belly.

I was once in a college class called Metaphysics. The professor posited that logic demanded that a world of creatures demanded the existence of one Undifferentiated Absolute and that once you accepted the logical necessity of the Absolute, then it was up to you to decide what to do with the existence of this Eternal Creator.

The God of the Bible is unequivocal—verse after verse refers to babies in utero as people, eternal humans.

If you don’t believe that it is “turtles all the way down,” you owe it to yourself to consider what God says about all of us—no one too old or too young, too small or too big, to be beyond the reach of his love.

Before we were conceived, he loved us, and that love endures forever.

She signs the word “drown,”

The sign is a person falling down beneath the surface. It haunts me. It haunted me before the Titan lost contact with its guide ship. It haunts me when I think about times when I have had trouble breathing or when I spend just a few seconds holding my breath in the green-blue river.

We are living beings who need oxygen. Jesus is my oxygen. He went to the depths to save me from drowning.

He went to the depths for all of us.

He is our Rescuer—the air in our lungs.

It is near the ending of an old argument—when bombs have dropped, do more solve the problem? Is there such a thing as holy fire? And can a man who thinks he is a god ever truly raise the white flag and

Surrender without conditions.