There was my pastor who worked in the upstairs living area under one of the slanted ceilings. He loved it. The place was pleasantly cluttered and not at all professionally decorated. There were potted geraniums everywhere. Yet, down the hall from him there was a wall that led nowhere. It was a bit mysterious—as though it lead somewhere and something existed behind it. I kept absentmindedly walking into it. Finally, one day, I said to my pastor, “When will I stop trying to make a door where none exists? This wall is a dead-end.” We both laughed when he said, “Yes, I know what you mean. I keep doing the same thing.”
Then I heard the Lord recite scripture to me, “Silver and gold I do not have, but what I do have I give you: In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, rise up and walk.” Acts 3:6
The other day my good friend and I were talking about poverty and how the scriptures seem to indicate that kingdom living nececitates a rejection of worldly comforts. She then told me this dream. Since I thought it quite profound, I am posting it here for your benefit.