I woke up about an hour ago from a dream that keeps playing over in my head. It started with me walking in to a classroom. The classroom was full, and I looked at two guys, who I had recognized. The one said, “I’m living on the edge”, and his friend agreed with him. I responded with, “yeah, well I jumped of the cliff a long time ago.” I walked closer to them, and asked the first one why he thinks that he is living on the edge. He started mumbling some really boring stuff that I can’t even remember. The friend did the same, and this prompted me to walk to the front of the class. This is where I started my lesson.

“So you all think you’re living on the edge? Well, I’m here to tell you that you’re wrong. You want to know what living on the edge would really be like? Imagine there is an axe to your neck, and the person holding it says, ‘would you die for Jesus?’. Living on the edge would be saying, ‘yes, I’ll die for Jesus. No one is going to stand in the way of my Lord and Savior. No one is going to tell me that I can’t worship the King of Kings. You can kill me right now, because I love my Jesus!’ Think about that!”

The class started crying and cheering, and I felt pretty good about my little speech. It was an unusual dream, and I’m not sure what prompted it. God often uses a classroom setting in my dreams when He is trying to teach me something. I guess the lesson pretty much speaks for itself though…

So, would you die for Him?