“Is that what I think it is?” she asked the girls next to her, pointing up at the sky. “Is that a … foot?”
They looked up and smiled.
“No, not really. It’s a hand.” they said together.
She looked again. Sure enough, now it looked like a hand. “That’s weird,” she said shaking her head. “I could have sworn it was a foot. Jesus’s foot.”
“No, not at all,” they answered together again. They waved at the hand which waved back.
She tentatively waved also and watched the hand wave back at her as it descended through the sky.
Lower and lower it came until it reached the ground.
She decided better safe than sorry and ducked inside a nearby doorway. She waited a moment, then peeked around the door frame. She saw two angels and Jesus, all smiling as if proud of something. Or maybe very pleased about something.
Jesus? Jesus! Feelings of love and want rose up in her. Jesus was there! But how could that be?
A girl pushed past her and ran outside, giving a big hug to the nearest angel.
She wanted to go outside also, but was afraid that all of this was in her head. She thought if she went outside, they would all just disappear like a puff of smoke. So she continued watching from behind the door frame.
The angels and Jesus just stood there, one angel with an arm around that girl. What were they waiting for?
Curiosity overcame her fear, and she emerged from the doorway. One of the angels got so excited seeing her that he gave Jesus a hug. It reminded her of when contestant winners who get so excited they hug anyone within arm distance.
As she slowly walked towards them, her attention was on Jesus. She noticed His medium brown hair and clear brown eyes. He looked young and beautiful. He watched her as she watched Him, and when she got within a few feet of Him, He pointed to something to her left. She turned and saw a huge bus.
Bus? She felt confused. First a hand descending from the sky, then Jesus and some angels standing in front of her, and now a bus? Did they want her to get on it or something? Why? Where would it take her?
Jesus motioned to her to follow Him. Sure enough, He led her to the bus.
OK, so He did want her on that bus. Well, she had trusted Him enough to approach Him. She was also going to trust Him now. And if He wanted her on the bus, she would get on the bus.
She climbed up the steps and sat down next to the girl that had run past her in the doorway.
“Hi, I’m Susan!” the girl said. “Isn’t this amazing? We’ve been invited to ride with Jesus! This is going to be so good!”
Well, amazing, yes. But good? She wasn’t so sure yet. IF this was real, and IF this was really Jesus, then yes, it had to be good. But what if it wasn’t? What if this was just a figment of her imagination and she was going insane? That wouldn’t be so good.
Not knowing what else to do, she grabbed Susan’s hand for security and waited for the bus to move.
Jesus climbed on and sat in the driver’s seat. The angels climbed on behind Him and sat in the only empty sea, which happened to be next to her. The rest of the seats held other angels. She was on a bus filled with angels! And Jesus was driving! She must be going crazy.
“Everybody ready?” Jesus calls out. “We’re heading to the High Places.”
“What are the High Places?” she asked Susan. But Susan was not paying attention to her and didn’t respond.
Turning back to Jesus, she saw that He was looking into the rear view mirror towards the back of the bus. “I’m sorry,” He said to whoever He was talking to. “I must take these ladies to the High Places before I take you to your destination.” She turned to see who He was talking to. There were skeletons back there! She hadn’t noticed them when she got on the bus, but she sure did now.
Then Jesus looked at her and Susan. “This is going to be fun!”
“It already is!” Susan responded.
“Good,” he said with a smile. “But I have to warn you. Once there, you will be given a mission to accomplish that might not always be fun.”
She looked from Jesus to Susan and back to Jesus. A mission to accomplish? Not always fun? What did that mean? Did she really want to go there? Was it too late to change her mind?
He smiled reassuringly at her. “Yes, you want to be here. Because that is where I am. And what better place can you be than where I am?”
She had to agree with that. So she settled back in her seat and waited for the adventure to begin. As she waited, she got drowsy and began drifting into a pleasant sleep.
Suddenly a loud jarring noise startled her. She sat up and noticed two things. One, she was no longer on the bus. And two, her alarm clock was buzzing itself right off the side table. Had all that been a dream?
Disappointed, she got up. She wished she was still on that bus no matter where it was going because Jesus had been on it. Her heart hurt with longing to be in His presence again.
“You ARE in My presence, Little One.” She knew that voice. The still small voice.
“It’s not the same,” she told Jesus. “I can’t see You with my eyes. I can’t touch You with my hands.”
“You will one day,”
“What was that I experienced?” she asked. “Was it a spiritual experience or just a dream.” It had to be just a dream, right? Jesus driving a bus full of angels and skeletons?
“It was neither,” He answered gently. “It was an allegory. A dream with meaning.”
“What did it mean?”
“Can’t you figure it out? Think about it.
So she did. And slowly it dawned on her. It was another way to look at her salvation. Perhaps a bit bizarre but a pretty accurate allegory all in all.
She saw Jesus from a distance and was afraid He wasn’t real. That was before she was saved.
She overcame her fear and approached Him. That would be her seeking salvation.
The angel celebrated when she met Jesus. Don’t angels celebrate as sinners repent?
Jesus drove the bus He led her on. He was the driver – leader – in her real life, only not with a bus.
Her fear that it was all her imagination. Yes, after her salvation, there had been times she thought all of it was just an imaginary game she and others were playing.
The bus was full of angels. God has placed angels all around His people, which included her.
He was taking her to the High Places. That was most likely representative of when she would be made whole and strong and able to do the things He calls her to do, which would be the mission the dream spoke of. As in the dream, she had not reached the High Places yet so she wasn’t too sure.
And the skeletons? She had no idea. Maybe she would figure that out later. Or maybe, since they had a different destination, she wasn’t meant to figure it out. Maybe the whole point of them was to show there are things in the spirit world she knew nothing about and didn’t concern her.
“OK, Jesus,” she said. “I have to admit. That was a pretty amazing dream. There’s no end to Your creativity, is there?”
“Nope,” He said with a smile. “Ready to have some fun?”
“Ready,” she answered, also with a smile. “Start that motor and let the ride begin!”