One of my earliest memories is of Jesus.
No, this isn’t one of those mystical, astral-planing, late-night radio experiences. This was a dream I had when I was a 3-year old child.
I had already heard many of the bible stories at church and Sunday school, probably including Genesis 1:1. My dream however, explained it all to my little mind.
In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth.
But how did that happen, I wondered. What did it look like?
In my dream, I saw it unfold clearly. There was nothing. The universe was simply a black, dark emptiness. But wait. What’s that I see?
It’s a small shiny dot, growing larger. Coming closer. What could it be? Wait for it. It’s almost in view.
Yes, it’s Jesus, driving through the universe in a Model T Ford.
Funny? OK, maybe. But to a 3-year old child, the oldest thing my mind could imagine was a Model T Ford. So that’s what it envisioned. Jesus driving through the universe on his way to create earth.
I’ve never forgotten that dream; never forgotten how real it felt; never forgotten how it made so much sense to me.
Of course I realize Jesus didn’t literally drive through the universe in a flying car. What touched my 3-year old heart was the image that Jesus came and created everything where nothing existed before.
There was nothing. There was Jesus. He came.
It reminds me that, just as we can fly as if on wings of eagles, so can we fly with Jesus through the dark emptiness of this world to the wonderful, beauty-filled place he will create for us.
It reminds me that Jesus is the one who was driving that flying car. He was the pilot. I didn’t know how to drive a Model T; much less make it fly. If Jesus ever becomes my co-pilot, I need to switch seats. He’s the only one who can fly me safely through this world and into the next.
It reminds me that every time I watch a movie about flying cars, from Flubber, to Chitty Chitty Bang Bang to the Back to the Future trilogy, Jesus is there, driving his own flying car throughout the universe. Still.
It also reminds me that my very first memory is not of a puppy or a stuffed bear or a favorite toy. It is not even of my mother or father. My first memory is of my Heavenly Father. And every memory throughout my life should include Him in it.
PRAYER: Heavenly Father, thank you for giving us insights into your character and making them understandable for whatever level our relationship is with you. Thank you for being ever present in this world and for making your presence known to us if only we look for you. Amen.
WHAT ABOUT YOU? What’s your earliest memory?