On Inception, ADD and Love Winning

My roomie Mere and I were on the way back from Wal-Mart today, driving down Cooper street and she was telling me about how she had a weird dream within a dream. I have had several of those lately as well.

I think we may have all been a little bit affected by Inception.

I had a dream within a dream when we were in the car on the way back from Florida. It was a weird experience, really. Each reality felt real, each waking up, each telling someone of what happened in my dream that I thought was real life. And down the rabbit hole you go.

I wonder if our insane intake of information affects the complexity of our dreams.
When Joseph dreamed about wheat wheat and starving cattle, it was because it was in the context of the world he knew.

With our information intake since the dawn of the internet, it’s no wonder our dreams are becoming insane.

Sometimes I stop to think about all the images I am taking in, all the videos and photos from around the world of Tsunamis in Japan or people explaining why they think certain pastors are heretics, (I tend to stay away from those but sometimes I love the drama I am not gonna lie) or why a certain product is necessary to be happy, find your soul-mate, etc.

Videos. Sounds. Images. Photos. Graphics. Words. Ack. My brain is imploding.

If you have even read this far (I can name five people that will read this for sure) if you haven’t already quit because of some form of real or supposed ADD, then your probably have at least three tabs open on your browser. One being facebook, the ultimate tool for information and images, about random people you would naturally get out of touch with if it wasn’t for Mark Zuckerburg’s evil plan to create an empire and  connect the entire world. I digress.

I am not saying these things are evil. I participate in all of them, daily. I have developed my own MDADD (Media Driven ADD. I should patten that. Just googled it and nothing like that came up. Boo-ya!)

How does this all affect our minds?

I don’t know. I am not a psychologist or scientist. I do know, when we are filled with so much access to knowing (facts, ideas, people’s random thoughts we don’t are about) it is so easy to become jaded and forget what kind of knowing really matters.

Knowing people.
Knowing God.
Knowing that you are loved.

It is sad that theology has become so much about what you know instead of who you know. Take this whole Rob Bell ridiculousness.
(I was trying to avoid going there but I just did! Oops!)

People are busy scratching each others eyes out in the name of defending truth, when the irony is, Jesus is truth, and his model was love.

The point is to know Jesus, not whether or not you believe if hell is an eternal fireplace or a slum in Asia where little girls are raped.
The point is knowing Jesus and being wrecked by his love inevitability drives you to offer that love to others by sharing the gospel and alleviating people’s suffering.

Hopefully we can decipher the difference between knowing someone because we are having a deep face to face conversation with them, opening our hearts, speaking honestly, truthfully, and knowing something because we look it up on Wikipedia.

What matters?

I hope our minds don’t all explode one day. Sometimes I am afraid if I don’t continually return to simplicity mine might. I am addicted to information like the rest of the world, if there is a discussion about the name of the french actor in Amelie, I go to IMDB. If I don’t know the capital of Ghana or how to make a white wine sauce, it’s an easy solution. It’s all at my fingertips.

But what do we do with the things that aren’t so certain? How do we wrestle with questions about suffering and grace, heaven and hell, fate and free will?

How do we know what dreams to laugh off and what to hold on to ? Awake or asleep?

Things seem to fade to gray as I get older, and sometimes that scares me.

Then I breathe. Close my eyes. Allow truth to be the never- leaving presence in my heart, the real reality.
This is real. God is love. This is the one thing I know at times. Mostly. Lately.

Yes, Jesus loves me.

This I know.

And.
(I couldn’t resist)

Love wins. 🙂