Last Thursday evening I went to Centennial to see a Gungor concert. At one time Gungor was my favorite Christian band. I knew they were doing some strange new things, but quite honestly, if you were looking for God at that concert.. he wasn't there. It was weird. It was sad. It was disturbing, but what surprizes these days right? Another Christian artist bites the dust. Scratch them off the list.
That night we stayed in Centennial and I had this dream. Rob and I were running barefoot with these 3 gallon water jugs. I don't know where we were running to. It seemed like we were on 37th St in Evans, between the 7-11 and my old house. We went into a building that reminded me of the Atrium on Stuart St. In Fort Collins. Inside the building we sat in waiting chairs. I could see men in rooms with glass windows. Like looking at people playing raquet ball. The men in the rooms weren't playing raquet ball. They were venting anger. They were screaming, cussing, slamming the windows. I heard and saw one man specifically. He was spitting hatred while talking about Jihad. I felt like he was looking right at me while spewing all manner of profanities. I told Rob I needed to go soon because I felt like like a target as a Christian. Like a cat in a room full of vicsious dogs. I had a big wad of cash in my hand. I stood up and just as I stood up the door to the room opened. I sat down trying not to look obvious. I thought of putting the cash in my pocket, but again didn't want to look obvious. He comes up beside me (wearing all white garb and a white turbine). He says "we're going to need to take your money, thank you". In a very matter of fact way. Surprizingly I pushed him away with my foot, and said why can't you just have a little bit? I handed him some of the cash. He was a big man and he was leaning all over me. Next thing I knew I ran out, and was booking it, still barefoot. I was glad I still had the cash because I didn't seem to have any other possessions. Not even shoes!
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