Chapter 6
Dream
Glory Boat
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When I was a poor little waif, yet, great with child, I had the opportunity to teach little ones at Head Start in Anacortes, Washington. I was still living in the dining room of my good friends, Sandi and Gary Ross, and finally gained the courage to find a place of my own where I could start my little twosome family. There was a new low-income apartment complex in town, which was taking applications, and I thought I had at least enough money to set up housekeeping there.
My supervisor at Head Start, Mike, chided me a bit saying, “Really, Katy, I figured you for something more aesthetic than that.” I asked if he had any ideas in mind. Well, he just happened to know of a little trailer for rent on the cliff above Rosario Beach, next to the Seventh Day Adventist marine biology station. Not only could I afford it, but I quickly become nestled in among several caring college students studying such things as the rapid growth of the kelp beds …some species grew up to six inches a day! My little house was a cream and aquamarine double-wide trailer overlooking the shores of Rosario Beach, on Fidalgo Island in Washington State. As my delivery time grew closer, I spent many |
hours walking along the beach, listening to the mournful cries of the seagulls - cries that sounded like my own aching heart. When the weight of my little Treasure became too much for me, I sat down on the bleached driftwood, breathing in the peace that was coming back to me.
After little Ronnie was born, I often put him in his kangaroo-pack, and we’d head down to the beach. We spent our days contentedly growing along the seashore, playing in the tide pools, and watching incredible sunsets. A mother always eagerly awaits the first word that her baby speaks. For Ronnie, he pointed his little finger out to sea and said, “bo…” for boat. I was delighted. More than anything, it told that he was very aware of his surroundings. It was somewhere, in that time frame, that I had a dream about boats. When I woke up, I thought about what I dreamed, but it came to my mind in the form of a song. I wrote the first line down, and the rest followed …the words, the melody, and the chord progression. It was all there! |
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Glory Boat
I dreamed I saw the Glory Boat a sailing in from sea. I dreamed I saw that Glory Boat sailing in the harbor for you and me. “Hurry up, brother. Hurry up, don’t delay. Hurry up, sister for we’re headed for that bright eternal day.” I dreamed I saw a long, long pier with lots of buildings high. I dreamed I was a standing there calling out to all the passer-bys. “Hurry up brother. Hurry up don’t delay Hurry up sister for we’re headed for that bright eternal day.” And then I saw some other ships a sinking in the sea. And lots of folks had gone on board thinking it was the boat to eternity "Hurry up, brother. Hurry up, don’t delay. Hurry up, sister for we’re headed for that bright eternal day.” Well, the Glory Boat’s a coming. It’s sailing in from sea. The Glory Boat’s’ a coming Sailing in the harbor for you and me. Sailing in the harbor… Sailing in the harbor… Sailing in the harbor for you and me. |
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Yes, it is a cute song. But the message has eternal consequences. Too often the grass is greener…, or in this case, the water is bluer on the other side mentality leads people to take what seems to be an attractive course, but one that sinks them into the miry clay. The raging storm of God’s wrath will, definitely, sink the ships of false doctrines that tickle the ears.
“For the time will come when they will not endure sound doctrine; but wanting to have their ears tickled, they will accumulate for |
themselves teachers in accordance to their own desires, and will turn away their ears from the truth and will turn aside to myths.” 2 Timothy 4:3-4 NASB
So… “Hurry up brother! Hurry up don’t delay. Hurry up, sister! ‘Cause we’re headed for that bright eternal day! |