This dream has been viewed 743 times.Me and my mother are both preachers who have moved to a church in Richville, Texas. The people are very earthy and Bible-thumpin...
We have a huge feast and everyone is getting along really well. I can tell these people are going to have a bit of a rough time accepting us and our type of preaching. The Church is about halfway full. For some reason my mother is cooking and letting me take care of the preaching. I throw out a couple of packs of cigarettes to the parishioners so they can have a smoke. I go to do something and when I come back the entire congregation is dancing away. Very well I might add. Dosy dohing and all.
Finally everything slows down and everyone takes their seat. I grab a mobile type microphone (Like the one we use at work) and begin preaching. I am about to go off into my spiel about not believing in Satan, when I am struck by an inner voice telling me to teach it the way they believe it. So I am going on and on about God loving us so much that he allowed His Son to come down and be tortured to save our butts from the Devil. And I am unable to speak very well. My voice gets weaker and weaker as the emotion from understanding the kind of love and sacrifice I am relaying in the Sermon.
Additional Comments:I am not sure but this might be related to work. At one point I remember remarking about this being the Jewel of Henderson...Then I changed it to the Jewel of Richville. Passing out free cigarettes is something we do at work as well..for serious players that is...Tying it all into the rest of it however does not seem possible.