My parents and I never really talked about matters of faith when I was growing up…or after. Dad talked about how much he hated the nuns when he attended Catholic school. Mom mentioned going to church as a girl, about getting the lyrics of certain hymns wrong, and about being baptized as a teen. They both wanted me to go to church–but Dad never attended himself, and Mom only went with me on Easter Sunday. (I’ve always wondered why there’s a bigger turnout on Easter than any other Sunday. Aren’t we supposed to worship God every day?) They both passed away leaving me wondering if I’d see them again in Heaven.
I don’t know, and that troubles me deeply.
I’m by no means a model Christian. I have a long way to go, and more questions than answers when it comes to matters of faith. But I was taught that we have to be saved–accept Christ as our Savior and believe that He died for our sins and was raised from the dead. Did Mom and Dad accept His invitation to salvation? I don’t know.
The more I’ve learned, the more I’m uncertain of where my parents are now. It surprises me–and scares me–to realize that I didn’t really know either of them in such an important way. I thought that’s why I had the dreams….
For years, I had dreams about them…frequent dreams, in some of which they seemed to be reaching out to me. They weren’t really nightmares, except for once. But they wanted something from me. I did the only thing I could do: I prayed for them, every night, before I drifted off to sleep, turning to God, hoping my pleas for them would be heard, hoping my prayers might make a difference somehow.
The dreams stopped.
I can guess what a therapist might say about that. I hope it means that God answered those prayers. I didn’t even realize at first that the dreams had stopped. It didn’t occur to me until Sunday. I’d wondered why I don’t dream about Sam (either Sam), or any of my deceased family or friends, human or otherwise, beyond the days immediately following their passing…but Mom and Dad seemed stuck, somehow, between this life and the next.
So…I know that most of my friends are Christians of various denominations, but some are of other religions as well. What are your beliefs with regard to the afterlife? What, if anything, do you think the dreams meant?