"Sick" Dreams: Who are YOU inspiring?

So as you may know I'm dealing with this fever, which has grown into "You need to see the doctor" status, and I've been in the bed pretty much since I returned from NC and the Zone (whattup). Well, besides a quick run to see Dark Knight, which was at least 5 different kinds of awesome. When you're sick you have these vivid dreams that always come off as real no matter how ridiculous they may seem. So here are my sick dreams.

Friday night: Myself, my mother, aunt, uncle, and cousin were planning to rob a bank. They were excellent plans, sort of like a combination of Danny Ocean/Bond/Thomas Crown/Inside Man, and no one was going to get hurt. None of us even needed $$$, we just wanted to rob a bank. So as a cover we decided to pick a bank in River Oaks (because no one robs a bank in their own city, right? lol) And just as we had pulled up to the bank on a quiet Saturday morning, I woke up...


POSITIVE THAT DREAMS NEVER CONTINUE THROUGH THE NEXT NIGHT, I shrugged it off and lay in my sweaty hole for another turn and kick fest.

Saturday night: The dream STARTS with me in the parking lot, and I'm the driver. Soon enough my MOTHER, aunt, uncle and cousin all pour out of the side of the bank with what can only be referred to as "a lot of money." We make it home safely. No chase no nothing. It seems we have gotten away. We decide to part ways Dead Presidents-style and lay low for at least a year. Then we emerge as baller-shot-callers (with a pool on the 3rd floor). But J.Kwest is a momma's boy. So he goes to visit his mother to see how she's holding up. Somehow our cover is blown, and I wake up with the police on their way to the crib.

AT THIS POINT, I get the lesson: Everything comes to the light; You can't win with sin; etc. I spend most of Sunday in bed thinking about this dream, and thanking God for the lesson out of it: no matter what, JUST DO RIGHT. I fall asleep again, hoping to have a new dream.

Sunday night: no dice. We're in the kitchen. Moms and I. The blame game starts. How did we get caught? Then my little brother comes in the room and asks what's going on? He has NO CLUE of any of this. Now my mother and I are going to jail. Who raises the little guy? We didn't even need the $$$; we don't even know where it is (I probably bought that Simpson's Arcade game I've always wanted). We're felons now. Even when we get out of jail, we can't vote, we can't work, we have nothing. All of this starts crossing our minds at once, and I instantly start crying. Why didn't I think of this before I decided to rob a bank? All of the people we've hurt...then I woke up.


THE POINT:
This morning, sweaty, in tears and really done with being sick I went to God to inquire why a sick person should have such vivid dreams (I'm telling you, I robbed a bank this weekend). I thought, "Okay God, I won't rob a bank" but it's not about that. A sin is a sin, whether you rob a bank or sell a dime bag (or buy one) that destroys our community or spend all day on the internet watching porn or idolizing rappers and gym shoes. It's all the same. My dream series isn't about the sin, it's about the people we hurt when we pursue OUR OWN SELF. God reveals to us people who are depending on us (just like my little bro depends on moms and me) and when we sin or engage in self-pleasurification (or outright idolatry. Don't lie, you idolize that blog/site. You go there more than you talk to God) when we engage in those things we are hurting more people than ourselves. When we smoke, when we lust, when we go just a little too far, who else are you hurting? Sin doesn't only destroy souls it destroys relationships, families, and communities (you've seen an example of each in your own life). The point is, if you aren't going to think about saving your own soul this week, protect someone else's.

As the great JESUS say, "if any one of you (pointing at us) causes one of these little ones to stumble, it would be better that you were never born." We can argue this, but not really: Our sin or personal demon almost never remains solitary. It wants to inspire others. It wants company. Who are you inspiring right now? To do what?