Actually, it was a few nights ago. I dreamed that I had decided to plant a church. I met with my pastor, who asked me for my 2-year plan. I replied, “Uh, we want to start a home group.” “And then?” “Uh, start more home groups.” I felt foolish.
I called up Mike Bishop to hear about his experiences and get some advice. I contacted Birgit and other members of our previous church back in the “early days”, when it was nothing but home groups for several years without a Sunday service. They had something special back then which has since been lost. When I asked how many members were converts, I was told 50%. Yes, fifty percent! Even with a Sunday morning service, it was clear to me that the energy of the church lay in its ordinary members meeting together. Then something shifted.
So in my dream, I was looking for reassurance and not finding much. I held an informational meeting for people to learn about the plant. Several people showed up. They all ended up leaving. Even Kay was sour on the idea of planting a home-based church, wondering what kind of experience our kids would have.
I have had “God dreams” before. This didn’t feel like one of those. I think I was just sleeping poorly because of our bed. We purchased it 12 years ago for around $150, and it had become lumpy and saggy. So a couple days ago we splurged and got a brand-new bed with thick cushy pillow-style top. Mmmm. No more strange dreams. It was just a dream.
Or was it?