I always used to ask God to show me how to live faith ..... It's
already a few years since I had a very significant dream, which is vividly
imprinted in my mind and in my heart forevermore. No doubt it was an answer
to my prayers and it made me feel so deeply cared for and loved! The dream:
"I climb up a rather high mountain together with many other people. We
walk in silence on a narrow path, in a row. I understand that we are pilgrims,
when I see a church far away high up on the mountain, beautifully “set”
on the horizon. I am full of expectance. I love the mountains and I enjoy
the view and the peaceful climbing. When we reach the church and when everybody
is inside, I immediately notice a Priest who shuts all the doors in what
seems to me a definitive manner. He blocks the doors nailing pieces of
wood on them. Instantly I feel claustrophobic and ask the Priest to please
open the doors again. I don’t like to be closed in, I feel uneasy, I want
to go outside again, but there is no reply from the Priest. I look around
and there I see a staircase. I run up the stairs and indeed I find a little
door which opens to a balcony and I step out: What I see in that moment
is so immensely moving! I see a beautiful green valley stretched before
my eyes (it does not seem the same valley we have come from). At the end
of this valley there is a golden city. Everything is so extremely brilliant
and beautiful that my heart fills with a longing so strong that I can hardly
bear it. I'm overwhelmed and stand there in utter awe for quite a while.
Then I do not resist anymore. I cry out, I want to go there, I feel within
my heart that the Place is like Paradise. It's as if from the shining town
a voice called me, “come, come, here is beauty, here is love, here is peace
“. ..... Then I hurry downstairs shouting “How can I reach the place I've
seen from the balcony? There is a golden city! Please open the doors ...”
Nobody answers and I feel deeply frustrated for being closed in. Then I
find myself standing right in front of the Altar with a little golden Tabernacle.
The Tabernacle is beautifully decorated. While gazing at the Tabernacle
I suddenly become silent and I feel at peace. In that moment I hear a beautiful
voice saying "You know the way, I am the way, there is no other way to
reach the place you've seen ..... come through the Tabernacle, this is
the only way". The Voice vibrated softly in my heart. My reaction to the
“invitation” was strange. I thought “the Tabernacle is too small to get
through, I'll never manage ........”.
The dream ended and I woke up just in that moment when I was doubting
to make it “through” the Tabernacle.
I remembered vividly everything and finally, my heart strongly pounding,
I understood.
JESUS had told me that HE WAS THE WAY! HE IS THE WAY to perfect joy “perfecta
laetitia”! And I remembered the words He said to His disciples during the
Last Supper “Do this in memory of Me…..”. The Holy Eucharisty! …. The Tabernacle!
Since I had this wonderful dream I approach the Holy Eucharisty in much
deeper awareness that JESUS TRULY IS THE WAY.
- WRITTEN BY MARGHERITA RUEGER -
Margrit has graciously submitted her story to this site in the hopes that
it might inspire some others to have faith or to increase their faith.
Thank you Margrit and God bless!
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