As I was working out on the morning of Christmas eve, this childhood memory came to mind. I was somewhere around 8 or 9 years old and would have this reoccurring nightmare about owing someone $1,000,000.00 with no way of paying it back. What made the dream even worse, was that the money was sitting right in front of me, all of it in silver dollars…resting in a glass coffin. I owed the money, the money was right in front of my eyes and yet I couldn’t use it to pay it back. Needless to say, the dream was terrifying enough that I would wake up crying whenever I would have it.
I will never forget the night the dream came to an end. It was sometime in the middle of the night when I went crying and distraught into my mother and stepfather’s bedroom to wake them up. I don’t recall how many times I had done that previously, but this time was different than all of the others as my stepfather in a half asleep…half awake voice rolled over and said, “Don’t worry, I’ll pay it for you!” I went back to bed…and never had the dream again!
As I was thinking about that nightmare, and how my stepfather assured me he would take care of it, I was immediately drawn to how God our Heavenly Father paid a debt that we couldn’t pay. I was thinking about Jesus…the Savior who was born in a feeding trough in order to die for the sins of the world, to pay the penalty for our sins and thereby assure us of eternity in heaven. When I got to the office that morning, I opened a Christmas card with a saying that says it so well, “He came to pay a debt He didn’t owe because we owed a debt we couldn’t pay.”
I have always wondered why such a young boy would have such a bad dream as that. I never would have thought, that after all these years, it was to remind me of how much God loves me.