Sweet dreams are the holy whispers
slipping into our slumber and inviting,
“Ask what I should give you.”
(1 Kings 3:5)
Sweet dreams are the abundant promises
that only God can deliver: “What you have asked
and more — riches and honor all your life!”
(1 Kings 3:13)
Sweet dreams are the dawnings of understanding,
the delicious welcoming of the favored few
into the secrets of God.
(Psalm 111:6 & 10)
Sweet dreams are the coveting
of Wisdom’s bread and honey,
the desire to be her or to be near her.
(Proverbs 9:5-6 and Psalm 34:12)
Sweet dreams are the makings of ambition:
to be perfect in life and before God,
spiritually assured and admired.
Sweet dreams float like crumbs on the wind,
like an eschatological meal, like
a memory without taste.
Perhaps it is the news of these days, the tangibility of blood and teargas and terror, that has me longing for scripture readings that have a little flesh on them, a little something more satisfying than sweet dreams and wishful thinking and spiritual aspirations. My soul needs bread from heaven that comes with a slather of butter & honey or a nice wedge of cheese. My heart is looking for a fear of the LORD that shows up as fair & just policing, as white churches learning songs of lament, as wisdom flowing from politicians’ mouths.
So I sigh a little bit over these lectionary texts for Sunday that seem to drift and dream and idealize.
Then again … maybe dreaming and idealizing is precisely the task at hand. Perhaps sweet dreams are needed to give us a vision for the tangible work. Perhaps God’s dreams are not a faint memory but are in fact the very struggles showing up in the daily headlines.
Sweet dreams — O Merciful and Imaginative God, may we be full of sweet dreams that wake us up to the ongoing work.
Preaching this Sunday? Pondering the lectionary? Share your wonderings, writings, rough drafts, and sermonizing ideas in the comments.