Daniel’s Dream


In the circle of trust, Carrie, Mary, Liz, Zach, and John share some of their hopes and dreams with each other.  Simon shares very little about himself.  Now Daniel begins his testimony. 

“Thank you my friends for sharing a little bit about yourselves,” said Daniel, “I have no doubt that we will have great adventures together.”

What does he mean by that, thought Simon.  Why does he keep calling us “friends”?

Daniel took another drink from his tea.  “Now that you shared a little bit about yourselves, let me share with you a little bit about myself.

“Before I knew who Jesus was, my entire world revolved around science.  I am sort of a prodigy in the subject and after a lot of hard work; I graduated from high school when I was sixteen.  At seventeen, I went to a college that specialized in experimental sciences. I then began to work on my doctorate in advanced physics.  I was obsessed with science.  You could say it was my religion at the time, and I was its devout disciple.”

I was right, thought Zach.  This man is a genius.  But what is he doing here at a church?

Daniel continued, “However while I was busy in my studies, tragedy struck.”  Daniel took out his wallet and pulled out a photograph.  He passed it around the circle.  It was a picture of a girl, probably sixteen years old.  She had long brown hair that was pulled into a ponytail.  When Simon looked at her, he was struck by her smile; it seemed to radiate from the photograph.  “This is my sister Sarah,” said Daniel.  After everyone got a look at her, the picture was returned to him.  Daniel looked deeply at the photograph and tears began to form around his eyes.

“When she was sixteen, she got her driver’s license.  She was so excited when she told me all about it.  I told her how proud I was of her.  She wanted to celebrate and asked me to come.  But I told her that I was too busy.  The next morning, I get phone call from my mom.  Through her sobs, she told me that Sarah was killed in a car accident.”  Daniel wiped the tears that were going down across his cheek.

There wasn’t a dry eye among the girls.  Zach and John looked down to the floor trying not to cry.  A box of tissue was passed around.  Simon was shocked when he began to feel tears crossing his face.  He quickly wiped them away.  Maybe he does understand my pain.

Daniel took another drink and resumed his testimony.  “After Sarah’s funeral, I became depressed and fell behind in my studies.  I no longer found joy in my religion of science.  I closed myself in from friends, family, everyone.”

He does understand, thought Simon.

“Then one night, I couldn’t fall asleep.  My roommates were all in bed, so I went into the bathroom, closed the door and began to read one of my science journals.  As I sat there on the bathroom floor reading, my eyes grew heavy and I fell asleep.

I nodded myself awake and found myself in a classroom.  I looked to the front of me and I was startled by the sight of the teacher of the class. He had an aura about him that scared me, but at the same time, it made me want to learn more about him.

The teacher began his lesson. It was then that I noticed that I didn’t have any school supplies, while everyone else did.  His lecture was long and I was having trouble catching up.  Then the class bell rang and everybody left.  I was alone with the teacher.  I was so ashamed, because I was unable to finish my notes.  He came to me and asked, ‘What happened?’  I didn’t know what to say.  I was speechless in front of him.  The teacher said, ‘You weren’t prepared were you? Maybe you had the wrong supplies.’ With that, he turned to leave the room.  Before he left, I asked who he was.  He turned around and said, ‘I am the way, the truth, and the life.’  The door opened and a blinding light engulfed the room and that’s when I woke up.”


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