12 And on the first day of Unleavened Bread, when they sacrificed the Passover lamb, his disciples said to him, “Where will you have us go and prepare for you to eat the Passover?” 13And he sent two of his disciples and said to them, “Go into the city, and a man carrying a jar of water will meet you. Follow him, 14and wherever he enters, say to the master of the house, ‘The Teacher says, Where is my guest room, where I may eat the Passover with my disciples?’ 15And he will show you a large upper room furnished and ready; there prepare for us.” 16And the disciples set out and went to the city and found it just as he had told them, and they prepared the Passover.
17 And when it was evening, he came with the twelve. 18And as they were reclining at table and eating, Jesus said, “Truly, I say to you, one of you will betray me, one who is eating with me.” 19They began to be sorrowful and to say to him one after another, “Is it I?” 20He said to them, “It is one of the twelve, one who is dipping bread into the dish with me. 21For the Son of Man goes as it is written of him, but woe to that man by whom the Son of Man is betrayed! It would have been better for that man if he had not been born.”
22 And as they were eating, he took bread, and after blessing it broke it and gave it to them, and said, “Take; this is my body.” 23And he took a cup, and when he had given thanks he gave it to them, and they all drank of it. 24And he said to them, “This is my blood of the covenant, which is poured out for many. 25Truly, I say to you, I will not drink again of the fruit of the vine until that day when I drink it new in the kingdom of God.”
26 And when they had sung a hymn, they went out to the Mount of Olives.  Mark 14:12-26

I sit, knees drawn up and hugged close to my chest, my chin resting on my knees, soaking in the scene. We are in a large upper room. Jesus and his disciples have gathered for an intimate meal. The Passover meal. Everything is exactly the way Jesus predicted.

The man carrying a jar of water. A gracious, generous homeowner. An upper room furnished, prepared, ready.

But who is the Master of this house? Is he a relative of Jesus? Otherwise, why was he expecting Jesus? What prompted him to prepare, to furnish a guest room for Jesus and his disciples?

I wonder if maybe he had a dream. A vision. A God-ordained vision of just this moment.

Did he wake up one day, maybe years ago, having dreamt the night before about two men who would come to him, come to his house, this house, seeking a place to prepare a Passover meal with friends? And did that dream include Jesus? The Jesus who sits here now. Jesus the Christ. Jesus the Messiah. Jesus the Passover Lamb.

I don’t know. But how could he now have had some God-given vision?

Perhaps he knew they would come.

Perhaps he waited every day. Looking. Hoping. Anticipating.

Perhaps he prepared this upper room each Passover, waiting for these men who now fill this room, only to undo it all when they didn’t show up.

What did he think when months passed and the men did not come?

What did he think as the years went by and still his dream remained only a dream? Only a vision. A vision that he believed in his heart, in his soul, to be from God. One that he held on to even though there was no reason other than what he believed.

Can you imagine what today must have been like for him? Can you imagine what it’s like to have Jesus sitting in this room with his disciples?

For such a time as this.

All these years waiting and being ready and today, finally today, the dream he refused to give up believing is unfolding before him. Here are the two men for whom he has been waiting. Here are the two men who ask him, ‘The Teacher says, Where is my guest room, where I may eat the Passover with my disciples?’

For such a time as this.

Where was he when they finally showed up? What was he doing when they finally arrived? Was he upstairs, finishing up the final preparations on this room? Or was he working somewhere out back when he heard them come in, looking for him. Calling out to him.

And his faithfulness has been rewarded. Jesus has come to this house. Jesus sits in the upper room that this man prepared and made ready. Jesus is here.

What an incredible sense of elation and emotion this man must have felt. Not only today, but at the time he received his dream. Knowing that he would play a role in this moment. Knowing that he was waiting for such a time as this.

Certainly such a dream can only come from God. Can only be done with God.

And I wonder.

Do I have a dream like that? Has God given me a vision for something that brings me joy and anticipation and the strength to see it through? Even if it means that I have to wait? And wait some more. Even if it means that I get ready for the moment, but the moment is not yet?

Do I have a dream like that?

Because I know I want one. I want a dream so big that it will take God to make it happen. I want a dream that will have Jesus showing up and being there. I want a dream that has Jesus in the midst of my efforts. That has Jesus as the reason for my efforts. That has Jesus expecting what I have been given to do.

That has Jesus sending people to me because he knows that I will be ready.

Like this man was ready.

For such a time as this.

I have been dabbling in dreams. But I have not been daring to dream. I have not claimed my God-ordained vision. But I think I’m about to. I think I am about to look at this life I live and take it up in my hands and offer it to God. I want to see what he will do with it.

I want to get up each day looking, hoping, anticipating. Preparing for what I know. Believing in what I do.

And the only way that can truly happen is if God gives me the vision. If I let God dream for me. If I am ready for such a time as this.

And I am.


3 thoughts on “A Dream Worth the Wait

  1. I’ve never read anything about the man who had the upper room. He’s an unknown yet major player in the last days before the crucifixion.
    I want God to give me a dream that only He can dream. Hope I’m ready.

    1. I agree, Stan. We don’t know this man’s name, but he sure was an important part of Jesus’ last days. Can’t help but wonder about him and what prompted to have a room ready for Jesus and his disciples.

      And, yes, I want to be ready for a dream that only God can dream. Here’s to being ready!

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