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Sunday is coming

I'm looking forward to being installed at 1st Lutheran this upcoming Sunday. Even in things I look forward too, I often have strange dreams about them. Here's the last one:

I was trying to get ready for church that morning and had picked out my clothes ahead of time. For some reason I was getting a shower at the church, and there were other people waiting in line for the shower with me( like at the YMCA - you know). When it was my turn I laid my clothes on the bench and went to get my shower. When I came out of the shower area the lady who was behind me had spilled orange juice in my silk top I'd planned on wearing. I insisted I'd take care of it, but she then continued to cut the sections of material that had O.J. on them out of the shirt. I kept asking her to stop, but she wouldn't and then reached in her locker for a cream colored and embroidered top for me to wear instead. I looked at the shirt and its size tag and she handed it to me and she said, "Here this is for you." I looked around and the room was filled with gifts for me, but I kept saying - "Why did you cut my shirt?"


An interesting side note about the shirt that the woman was trying to give me. It had a wide panel collar and it was embroidered with the Chi Ro symbol.

Chi Rho (☧) are the first two letters in the Greek spelling of the word Christ ( Greek : "Χριστός" ), and so have come to be used for a number of Christian-related usages.
Info from Wikipedia

What would the Chi Ro symbol mean in context to me having to wear it? It's also interesting that I could no longer wear the old one, due to it being cut up.


Dreams are weird - I know Sunday won't go like this. Whew!

Comments

Anonymous said…
Hi! I found your blog on the NaBloPoMo January 2009 Blogroll.

You know, I'm a Biblical Studies major and a Lutheran for many years, and I have never been able to get an explanation for what this symbol means! It's carved into my Pastor's pulpit and stares me in the face every Sunday morning, and not even he was able to explain it. I did not recognize the "rho" because in that particular rendering of it, the rho is not closed and looks like a shepherd's rook. Many, many mornings had me wondering why on earth a shepherd's rook would be crossed out as a Christian symbol!

Thank you for revealing the meaning. I love your writing and I'm so interested in your new position in the Y&F Ministry! I'll be back!

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