Bible Application?

Last night we discussed wealth and the last-being-first principle at Carl’s house. Typically, I don’t walk away from Bible Study looking for concrete ways to just live out the spoon-fed lesson because I feel like it’s my responsibility to dig a little deeper. Apparently my subconscious feels differently.

I dreamt last night that my car was no longer usable—no explanation, this is a dream—so I went to a Honda car dealership, test-drove a sexy little silver number with room for TONS of people. When the salesman got out of the car to draw up the paperwork, some outer-force took over my body, and I just up and drove the car right off the lot.

In fact, I drove that thing for days (in my dream) before even thinking about the fact that I hadn’t paid for it. When I did finally have that epiphany moment where “acquiring a new vehicle” was really stealing, I came up with the only logical solution left: Keep driving the car and beg for money (in the amount of $10,000 exactly—if only new cars were really that cheap) at the end of a freeway off-ramp.

So I’m standing on the northwest corner of the 210 eastbound Madre St off-ramp when I wake up to the noise of my neighbor’s mariachi music blaring, coinciding perfectly with the boom box in the lap of my wheelchair-bound, Vietnam vet, homeless friend on the street corner. Steve was waving a sign that said, “I don’t want your money, your food, or your sympathy. I just want a smile.”

“And what was your first thought when you awoke?” you ask. I’ll tell you:

“SHOOT! I’m not supposed to want $10,000!” We’ll just chalk it all up to half-conscious delirium.