warmth (by Hannah Colligan)
Had a terrible dream last night, perhaps a build up of stresses and worries stemming from this darned uncertainty. That, and the talk with Jo about creepy literature books. Ugh. Anyway, said dream involved: an amazing tourist attraction outside my future apartment, everyone climbing onto it- it seemed steady but I was convinced that it was going to fall; a friend I haven’t seen in a long time- but he had sisters who looked exactly like him, which was weird; and really creepy stuff happening in an worship session in an auditorium. it’s a little scary- the words of the most charismatic preacher, are after all, just words from a fellow human being. The songs that we sing may be flimsy defences in the face of terrible spiritual warfare. I don’t really know how to construct that sentence in a particularly diplomatic manner. Either way, maybe how it goes is that many things may be manipulated by man or the evil one, but the only thing that is unchangeable, and that no one can say anything against- is the word of God.
