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    “See to it no one takes you captive through hollow and deceptive philosophy, which depends on human tradition and the basic principles of this world rather than on Christ” (Colossians 2:8).

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    Oblivious to the Dying: A Dream from 3/25/10

    I was in the home of a Christian man and his family (no one I actually know). He had invited our familyto stay the weekend with his family. While they were there, they (his family and mine, but not me.


    I was out or elsewhere and did not know what was going on) watched several popular new movies that dealt explicitly and strangely with death (No, not any Harry Potter or Twilight films). One was Alice in Wonderland, though I personally have not seen this film. I do not know the names of the others.


    Later, my family had left, and I was packing up alone when the man and his family came in. He began excitedly telling me about his new Christian book that had just been published, when I collapsed, eyes wide open to the floor.


    I lay there paralyzed, still with my eyes open while he continued to talk. He was clearly looking at me, but never paused in his speech. I knew I was dying, yet I couldn’t say a thing.


    He got more animated talking about God and old hymns, solid older Christian books and how they all inspired him. Meanwhile my breathing got heavier and I could hear it get scratchy and labored. All I could do was plead with my eyes, but no one took any notice of my condition.


    The man’s family busied themselves with their daily activities, and the wife smiling, looked from her husband to me and back again, proud of her husband’s accomplishments.


    My breathing got gradually worse, and my eyes began to close. I fought to keep them open, but they finally closed completely. Then I woke up.

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