I was visiting an elderly gentleman, and he said, “You know, I hallucinate.”
“Really?” I said.
“Who was it on the lake with Peter? Was it John?”
I wasn’t sure if we had changed topics of conversation or not, and I said, “James and John, yes at some points. Andrew would have been on the lake with his brother too.”
He went on, “And they weren’t catching anything. Then Jesus was on the shore telling them to throw out their net, and they did and caught a lot.”
“Ah, yes. Great story.”
“Well, I was lying on my bed, thinking about that story, and I saw Jesus dancing—there on the shore. And I thought to myself, now that’s odd. I don’t remember anything about Jesus dancing. Nothing wrong with that, of course. If Jesus wants to dance—wants to kick up his heels, he should have at it!”
I grinned at my friend. Hallucinating’s not always a bad thing … because sometimes—sometimes faith is the conviction of things seen!