Dream of: 21 June 2001 "A Mirror In The Church"

 

sing as you are purified

My mother, in the prime of life, was dressing me for church. I had put on a crisp white shirt, tie, and black pants, but no jacket. Everything felt fresh and clean. I headed for the door of the church, which was connected to the room where we were. My father, also in his prime, was the preacher.

Just as I was about to walk through the door into the church, my mother stopped me and told me to change belts, to take off the brown belt which I was wearing and put on a black one. Even though I didn't want to go through the trouble, I took off the brown belt and headed through the door while I was still putting on the black belt. I could see that my mother was correct: the black belt did look much better.

I was worried my father would be upset because I was still dressing in the church which contained many people. I walked toward some men who were part of a group to which I belonged and which had been undertaking special studies so we could become something special. One man in the group opened his hymnal so I could see the hymn which everyone was about to start singing. When the singing began, I sang along, reading the first line from the hymnal.

As we sang, I looked up toward the pulpit where my father was standing. I wasn't looking at him, but I was staring behind the pulpit at a mirror or a pane of glass in which I could see my own reflection. I was impressed by how good I looked. I wasn't used to dressing up anymore and my white shirt looked particularly dapper. To top it off, I could look down at the tips of my collar and see little flat silver studs, a very distinctive addition to my attire.

As the singing continued, just as I was beginning to enjoy the hymn, my father suddenly halted the singing. It appeared that only a few people had been singing; something was wrong. I couldn't quite figure out what the problem was, but apparently some people in my group were causing the problem. A member of my group, Alfonso Camporesi (a friend of my wife Carolina, he was a news-anchor on a Dallas television station where Carolina worked) stood up and announced that he was leaving the group. Another man from my group spoke up and began quarrelling with Camporesi. I just couldn't quite figure out what all the fuss was about, but clearly, for whatever reason, the singing was over.

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