The other day I had a very vivid dream – I was setting out on a journey, I think with a companion, by ship. Everything seemed to delay and hinder the start of the journey. Our luggage was mislaid, our list of provisions was incomplete, we spent ages discussing what to get, how much and at what price. At one point we were examining a jar of sweets, trying to determine if we had the appropriate selection. All the time we were aware that there was a boarding / sailing time fixed, which was getting ever closer. As happens with dreams, I woke before the appointed time, but the feeling of a departure possibly missed stayed with me.
Usually even the most interesting dreams disappear as soon as I wake, but the idea of this one has stayed with me. At first I thought of the wise and foolish virgins – that through not being prepared, I was about to miss the boat. Then at Mass this Sunday the reading was of Jesus dispatching the disciples:
And he called the twelve and began to send them out two by two, and gave them authority over the unclean spirits. He charged them to take nothing for their journey except a staff—no bread, no bag, no money in their belts — but to wear sandals and not put on two tunics. (Mark 6:7-9)
Perhaps both stories are equally relevant. I should be ready, but with no more than is needful.