This is an older writing from 2018, but I feel this is very much for today.
A few months back, I had a dream that I have been pondering. My children and I are walking in shallow, clear water in my dream, and there are people everywhere splashing and having a good time. All around in the shallow water, ankle-deep, there are single cacti leaves. This little boy comes to me and says, “They hiss if you kick them.” My children and I maneuver around these hissing cacti, safely getting to dry ground. I want to take a moment to ask you some things. Who are these hissing cacti? Why do we want to kick them? Do we all safely maneuver around them, so we don’t get bit? There are many hurt and wounded souls in this world. I believe these cacti (in my dream represent) those hurting and suffering.
They sever themselves from the rest of the tree, shrinking back in fear of being hurt more. What was once a beautiful fruit-bearing tree has transformed into a lonely Cactus full of thorns. I wonder if those thorns sticking into the cacti are the words and actions of those who wounded them. Sometimes when we come across those who are so wounded, we want to kick them to keep them away. Those that kick are wounded too. We are not mature enough to love them. We are too scared to be hurt ourselves. I live in the South West, and let me tell you, cacti thistles hurt! Some are so small you can’t see them, but you sure feel them. It takes a careful look through a source of light to see the tiny little prickles stuck in our flesh, I mean our skin. But what about those that safely maneuver away? They are safe from those who are hard to love. They quickly get through the shallow water to dry land, but they do it alone. I am guilty of this; to be honest, I can see myself in all three of these scenarios. I have been so severely wounded that I hissed at anyone who came close. I have kicked those wounded souls with my lack of compassion and humility. I have maneuvered around those that need His love. Why? Because of my immaturity and my pride. It takes humbling to see others’ pain; it takes lonely nights crying out to Abba. It takes a heart so empty that it is now filled with Him to do the right thing. You see, the hissing cacti were in the water, the little boy who kicked was in the water, and lastly, my children and I were in the water. We were in the living water! All ready to receive this cleansing. Some are more prepared than others but still willing. We can’t kick those that are down; we are supposed to help. We can’t walk by those calling out for help; yes, hissing is pleading for help. We need the maturity of our Yeshua to reach down regardless of the bite and take those cacti needles out, one by one. We need life-size tweezers! Bear hug anyone?
Therefore, as God’s chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience. Bear with each other and forgive one another if any of you has a grievance against someone. Forgive as the Lord forgave you. And over all these virtues put on love, which binds them all together in perfect unity. Let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, since as members of one body you were called to peace. And be thankful. Let the message of Christ dwell among you richly as you teach and admonish one another with all wisdom through psalms, hymns, and songs from the Spirit, singing to God with gratitude in your hearts. And whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him. (Colossians 3:12-17)
I remember thinking about my ankles and how the water kept pushing up against them in my dream. I thought about my walk of faith and how I have grown, and how much more I have to learn. I thought about those in my life that are wounded and how I could be Yeshua’s love to them. I thought about my wounds and how Abba has placed those who are Yeshua’s love to me in my life. I thought of Yeshua washing feet. Is this what washing feet is all about? In Middle Eastern culture to wash feet was one of the lowliest of occupations you could have. Now I understand why the disciples did not want their master to do such a thing.
He came to Simon Peter, who said to him, “Lord, are you going to wash my feet?” Jesus replied, “You do not realize now what I am doing, but later you will understand.” “No,” said Peter, “you shall never wash my feet. Jesus answered, “Unless I wash you, you have no part with me.” (John 13:6-8 NIV)
Oh, but the beauty in humility. It’s precious in our Abba’s eyes. Yeshua’s ministry makes more sense to me now. Sitting at tables with sinners, praying over the demon-possessed, loving on the widows and orphans. Yes, those that hiss need Yeshua’s love. Dr.s heal the sick. Let’s not forget we all need His healing balm.