Dreams of rejection

I have two recurring dreams.

In the first, I have something, maybe love, in my hands and suddenly it escapes, causing me to run in every direction.

The second exemplum is the one I want to write about briefly. I had it again last night. The gist is that I suffer rejection from my own people. Details are not important, but if retold, one would understand how disturbing they are. Rather, I will explain the meaning.

Our Lord suffered rejection from His own people. Three stood at the foot of the cross: the mother, the Madeleine, and the Apostle John. Several other women stood nearby, including Mary of Clopas. The Jewish leaders had handed Him over to Pilate, all the other apostles had run away, and even though Jesus had performed many witnessed miracles, the people had rejected Him.

Many Catholics don’t get it. They and others might say, “How sad, or you need a therapist, or meditate, or do yoga, or accept yourself, or find peace, or seek closure, or explore nature.” Yikes! How dumb. Accept the cross.

I keep a record of my thoughts and experiences in this blog. Perhaps, one person will benefit. Below is the untilled garden He provided.