I dream every night. I like it.
Last night I had a dream I was in Rome, and spent the majority of it looking at one of my top 3 favorite sculptures, Michelangelo's Pieta (the other faves are Donatello's David, and Michelangelo's Unfinished Prisoners). I am always blown away by sculptures more so than other works of art, because I have tried to carve something out of a chunk of marble and failed miserably. It would be what my high schoolers call an "epic failure". I have an extremely high respect for anyone who can turn a rock into something beautiful.
The Pieta is in St Peter's Basilica, but is protected by bullet proof glass and set off some ways from the viewers, a necessary nuisance after some crazy man in the 70s went after it with hammer.
But, in my dream, the sculpture was up close and personal. It wasn't protected by anything but a knee-high fence. It looked way different than the actual sculpture, as most dream-like objects do, but I knew it was the Pieta. Mary, instead of sitting upright, was actually lying next to Jesus, a look of agony on her face, holding him close and rocking his limp body. I just stood there for hours, examining every detail.
The amount of love that you could tell she had for him was striking.
I think my dream was a calling to embrace him the same way. Clinging to Jesus with everything in my soul. But, fortunately, we don't have to hold onto a cold, dead, body, but can embrace the living, risen God as he warmly embraces us back.
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