Dreams: The Gathering - Part 3:End

I sat across the dining room table from D__ as the twilight deepened into a gloom. She said nothing but looked straight ahead, not at me, as if observing the minute shifts in the wall paper pattern. I excused myself to go soak in the tub, telling her I feared the onset of fever. Indeed, as I soaked in the tepid bath my fever rose to 105 degrees. When I came out, D__ was gone and she never returned to my house again. I understand she achieved some measure of status in our old church, but I am unable to confirm it. As for myself, I could scarcely look at my pastor without superimposing the vision of him covered in his own blood and proclaiming it Christ’s. After only sporadic attendance thereafter, I left for good in late summer 2006.

Footnotes:
1. As I was reading Isaiah for Isaiah 29 spoken to me above, I came across Isaiah 6, and in particular Isaiah 6:8-10 (NIV):

8 Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, "Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?" And I said, "Here am I. Send me!"
9 He said, "Go and tell this people: " 'Be ever hearing, but never understanding; be ever seeing, but never perceiving.'
10 Make the heart of this people calloused; make their ears dull and close their eyes. [a] Otherwise they might see with their eyes, hear with their ears, understand with their hearts, and turn and be healed."

I immediately flashed back to this moment in my mind. Oh, if only J__ would turn and be healed!