We’ll leave the (fire) light on for you!
The campfire is always in the same place. It’s always the same clearing. We’re always around a campfire. Rarely, but there has been a couple friends with us once or twice – but the actions are always still the same. We’ve just eaten, we’re enjoying hot, fragrant coffee, we’re laughing and preparing to roast marshmallows, when all of a sudden “they” arrive.
They come in from the tree line looking tired and a bit bedraggled. We go and meet them – it’s as if we have been waiting just for them. We bring them near and we share our fire, our conversation and our food with them. I don’t know how long they are there for, but I know it’s more than one night. When their time with us is done, they look refreshed and strengthened and we walk them to a trail head where we send them on their way with prayers and hugs.
Not every family goes to the same trail head. Not every family is a traditional family. (The other night, there was a Dad, his mother and his three kids.) It’s obvious to me, but I can’t tell you why, that each family stays as long as they need to, not any predetermined length of time. We seem to talk about different things with each family. (I never hear the conversations – I only see them and watch us interacting and praying together.) There is hardly ever more than one family per night.
This is the dream that I have had off and on for the past five years. It stopped for a while, but in the last few days, it’s begun again. I can’t explain it. I don’t know who the families are. I don’t even know what all we’re talking about – other than I know that we’re discussing the Word, because while we’re talking, I’m always flipping through my Bible….that and throwing my arms about. (Natch…to both)
So, here is my question for you….if you were the family coming in out of the woods and the dark – hungry and weary – what would you want to talk about, as we sit about our warm campfire? What issues, as a family, are weighing most heavily on you at this hour?!