Jon McClarnon

Sunday night I had two dreams that I still remember quite vividly. I’m going to roll them out to you – see if you have any insight as to what they could possibly mean…

Dream One – I’m playing 3 on 3 basketball in some kind of low key competition. My son Jordan is on my team too. It’s the closing seconds, I drive the lane to the hoop and I’m fouled. Only the defense can call fouls and since they don’t – we lose by 1. We are playing the soccer team from Argentina and Maradona is the one who hacks me. I bump him into the wall and voice my displeasure…he smiles smugly.

Dream Two – I’m sitting somewhere…working on a message and Jon Weece (Jon is an old friend, basketball teammate and now pastor of Southland Christian) walks in, with his Bible and notepad. He’s behind on his own message for the week and wants to know what I’m working on. We sit together and churn out a sermon together.

Since I rarely remember dreams, recollecting two in the same night is somewhat interesting. What do you think?