Spilt Wine

I had a dream about Jesus last night. It was the first time ever in my life that I had dreamed about Him. I was standing in a market place, something like would you read about in the bible, but this market place with no pavement, just dust and dirt, was in modern times. There was a large crowd of people going about their business. In the middle of all of the commotion of people moving about, selling and buying was a blind man, on his knees, dirty and unshaven with his head casted down. Jesus walked right past him, then abruptly, like he had forgotten something, turned around, spit on his hand and touched the blind man's eyes. The man just looked up at Jesus and said nothing. It was obvious to me that his sight had returned. Jesus then continued walking towards a building. The crowd seemed to pay no attention to Jesus' presence and what had just happen. As Jesus passed before me, I stuck out my hand in an effort to touch him, just like people do from the stands as an athlete passes by or observers do from the other side of the velvet rope as a celebrity walks down the red carpet. Jesus then clasped my hand. There was still spit on his hand but I wasn't offended or grossed out, like I would be if it had been any one else. When I looked at our hands clasped together, he let go. I continued to stare at my hand and examined the saliva left by the Savior. He then said to me " Save that and use it to help someone else".

I have been thinking all morning what the significance of His saliva and statement is. My only guess is that my knowledge, passion (all too small), faith and devotion (also all too small) amounts to the spit of Christ, yet, that is powerful enough to help others.