...which is strange 'cause I hardly ever dream about him and I never remember my dreams.
The Dream:
Dad, Tali and I went to some evangelical modern large church, kinda like Hillsong. For some reason we did not sit together. The service starts with a bit of theatre which all seemed OK and then an OK sermon (I cant remember the details at all which must mean its not relevant). The general feeling I got was that it would be OK for Dad and not "too religo" for him. But then the service got into exuberant worship, loud "happy clappiness". Oh no I thought. The service ended and I looked around for Dad amongst the crowd. I saw Tali sitting in a row of seats holding a baby, smiling broadly, and the centre of attention from people close by. Then I looked two rows in front and Dad was sitting there looking grim, and the main point - his back turned towards the front of the church. The immediate thought that came to my mind was "he has firmly turned his back on the Lord - he is not happy - and the church is not relevant to him".
My follow up thought was "Dad needs me to have a personal relationship with him for the Lord to be relevant to him".
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