Entry #3: The Offer

3

Another dream. I find myself standing in a meadow on the edge of the eastern dark forest. A run-down log cabin appears before my eyes. I crouch down, hesitant at what may happen next. The second man from my previous dream, the one who looks familiar and safe, steps out of the cabin grinning and saunters over. A tiny part of me says to turn and run but curiosity gets the better of me and I stand up, after all, no one has ever spoken to me in this place.

“I’m glad you’re here,” he says, “I’ve been wanting to speak with you.”

“Who are you?”

“A friend. I’m here to help you in this land.”

“How?” I ask, intrigued by the implications of his words.

“By making you an offer.”

Something seems off but I can’t stop myself. “What kind of offer?”

“I can make all of this,” he gestures all around, “go away for good, along with any physical symptoms. No more running from the enemy. No more nightmares. You could live a normal life apart from this place. And I can do more for you. I can give you anything you want, travel, career, relationships, you name it.”

“How can you possibly do any of that?”

“Let’s just say I’m resourceful in all the right places and ways.”

“Why should I listen to you and accept your offer?”

“Because, my dear, you’re exhausted. This place, this Heartland, is killing you.”

I nearly lose my balance. He has touched on not only my heart’s desires, but also my deepest fear.  Still, “What would you get in return?”

He chuckles and then smiles. “You pledge your loyalty to me. That’s the only way to end these nightmares for good and start a normal life apart from the curse of this land. It’s time for you to truly start living.”

I listen to his words, wondering how he can grant me all the things I really want, but the more I wonder about it, the less I care. My thoughts are jumbling together as the minutes pass.

The grass in the meadow unexpectedly waves in an invisible wind, the trees of the forest behind me motionless. The cabin shimmers as the sky turns a pale yellow. A real wind kicks up so hard I have to lean forward in order to stand my ground. “I’ll think about it,” I say, envisioning nights of dreamless sleep.

“Take your time, my offer stands. Let me know when you’re ready to accept.” He walks back to the cabin and disappears inside.

As the door closes, an arrow whizzes by me. I close my eyes and open them to the familiar surroundings of my bedroom.

Who is this man, really? Can he truly make the nightmares go away? Can he really give me everything I want?

We all have a choice on who we serve. Even if we choose to serve the real King, don’t we still struggle with having the good life, here and now? What sort of offers has the enemy made to you before? And what was the trade off he required?

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *