I Had a Strange Dream

A dream that made me think about the Gospel in everyday life.

I had a strange dream that stayed with me long after I woke up. I could not shake it off until I finally stopped and really thought about it.

In the dream, I was supposed to deliver newspapers. I thought I was doing something completely ordinary, carrying something written and finished from one place to another. But for some reason, there were no newspapers.

Instead, someone handed me cotton.

And the task stayed the same.

Deliver it through people’s mail slots.

I remember feeling confused in the dream because it made no sense. Delivering newspapers would have been easy to understand. Newspapers contain words, information, explanations and messages. Cotton explained nothing.

And yet I kept delivering it like I was supposed to.

I went from door to door placing soft pieces of cotton through mail slots, but halfway through I stopped and went home. Later, a feeling of concern started growing inside me.

What about the people who never received theirs?

And then something clicked.

There had never been newspapers available in the first place. Cotton was the only thing being handed out. That was the assignment all along. People were not meant to receive explanations, teachings or carefully packaged answers.

Only cotton.

That was the moment the dream began opening up to me.

The newspaper started feeling symbolic of everything finished, explained and intellectualized. Information. Teaching. Facts. Theology neatly stacked into columns.

Cotton felt completely different.

Soft. Quiet. Protective.

Something that does not demand understanding before it can touch a person.

Since that dream, I have thought about this a lot in relation to how I personally want to live and share the Gospel. The internet is already overflowing with explanations, debates, facts and people trying to be louder than each other. Everyone is speaking, teaching, correcting and broadcasting.

And honestly, that is fine.

But somewhere inside me, I have realized I do not necessarily want to become just another voice adding more noise into the pile.

What moves me more deeply is the idea of a Gospel that becomes visible in ordinary life. Not only through words, but through the way a person lives. Through gentleness. Through how people are treated. Through creating space where nobody has to defend themselves or pretend they already know everything.

At the same time, I have started understanding how different it is to know Jesus intellectually versus actually carrying His teachings into everyday life. A person can read Scripture endlessly, memorize verses and learn explanations, but something changes when those truths begin showing up in the way we speak to people, the way we see ourselves and the way we respond to weakness.

That is when the Gospel stops sitting only on paper and begins becoming lived reality.

“But be ye doers of the word, and not hearers only, deceiving your own selves.”
(James 1:22, KJV)

In the dream, cotton slowly became a picture of exactly that.

Softness.

Mercy.

Protection.

A Gospel that heals instead of only explaining.

The dream did not feel like a command or pressure. If anything, it simply confirmed something I had already started sensing quietly inside myself.

Not everyone is called to speak about Jesus in the exact same way.

And maybe that is okay.

For me, it feels natural to share the Gospel through the life I am actually living. Ordinary life with Jesus. Imperfect, human and real.

Right now, that feels true.

And for now, that is enough.