Last night I dreamed that the kindom of God had already come.
Every single child of God was welcome like kin/family.
Every being born in God’s image, which is every being, was there.
The tall and the short were all welcome. Really!
The people with all skin colors were welcome, even white skins.
The differently abled were all there, faces beaming.
The people who love their own kind were there, and even those who love the other gender were there. Weird huh?
All of the people who believe their beliefs are the only way to get into the kindom were welcome, (even though some groups had to be segregated to prevent shock!)
The people who believed they were the only righteous people were there, (though they each had private rooms to prevent a nervous breakdown from over-exposure to the rest of us).
The children led the rest of us around by hand, showing us how to love, since some of us had forgotten that loving God and every neighbor was all that really matters – ever.
The old people were reverenced instead of ignored.
The quiet people were asked to guide the rest of us, and the loud-mouths were silenced.
Jesus was there, but not on a throne. He was just going around the room hugging each person with the greatest delight, like welcoming long lost family members home. He did not miss a single person. And of course, his best buddies were the people we thought would never make it to the party.
And there was so much dancing, and so much joy. And there was crying too. It turns out that all human emotions were welcome in God’s kindom.
I could go on and on but you get the picture. Go to sleep and maybe you will dream the kindom too! Or better yet, we could make God’s kindom happen together. Let’s start now.
(If you want to join a local kindom party, some of us will gather to walk in the New Orleans PRIDE parade Saturday night. Come hang out and walk the walk with us: Here’s a link to the Facebook invitation for Reconciling United Methodist’s participation in the parade, which includes location/directions: