Touch

Have you seen the premiere of Touch, the new show starring Kiefer Sutherland? I’ve been a Sutherland fan since his role in The Lost Boys, but I just couldn’t get into 24.

His new show, however, hooked me from the start. Sutherland plays the widowed father of an autistic boy who has a very special gift. He can see the future. Literally.

This is not your typical Medium or Ghost Whisper supernatural drama. Eleven-year-old Jake sees what we cannot. He sees the mathematical patterns in every aspect of life, positioned purposely by the Creator. Everything…EVERYTHING…happens for a reason.

While I don’t believe we will ever comprehend God, I do believe in Intelligent Design. I believe God made us in His image. That’s why I’m so thankful for having a creative soul. I used to love numbers, but a academic scheduling mishap pointed me in the direction of words, and now I write.

I’m blessed to be a writer. The disciples were among the first journalists. Jesus spoke the world into being. Words bless. Words curse. Words are my acrylics, my pastels on the canvas of life. Words change lives.

I’m not so arrogant to believe I have God all figured out. I’m humbled now more than ever. But I’m fascinated by all the mysteries of the world. I don’t believe in coincidence. I believe there is so much more that the mind is capable of doing. God knows. Whether or not he gifts us to be able to use these parts of our brains is up to Him. But I’m not so sure I could handle it if I knew more than I do right now.

Dreams are one of those phenomenon that intrigue me the most. Even when we are not awake, our subconscious takes over and sends us messages. Dreams reveal the answers to questions that perplex us during the waking hours. And the Bible tells us God speaks to us in dreams.

Once I had a dream about a little girl holding the hand of an other brother. The dream was in black and white, and at the time remembered the details. I nonchalantly went to school the next day and told one of my friends about the dream. The look on her face frightened me. She said everything I dreamed about was a scene from her childhood. It was as if I had dreamed an image of her and her brother. Why? I don’t know. How would I have known these things? She grew up in Louisiana. I’ve lived in Tennessee all my life.

Oh, and by the way, the colors of my dreams have special meanings. Black and white always feels “weird,” almost ominous. Colorful dreams are always happy and rarely give me the heebie jeebies like my B&W dreams do. But I do believe God has a purpose in making our minds work this way.

That’s why I think it’s imperative we have a quiet time to listen to God speak. When I have a writing assignment, for example, I can’t always sit down at the lamp top and produce. I usually pray and then let my mind wander and just think.

The other night I woke up after having a movie dream. I’m not a script writer, but occasionally I dream movies. On other occasions as I lie in bed on a lazy Saturday morning, an entire book outline will fill my thoughts.

But this particular movie dream–in color–astounded me. My mind created an entire cast of characters I had never before seen. They each had personalities. The dream had a plot, and there was one particular scene that was hilarious. I woke up laughing.

And yet none of this was real. My subconcious mind created the characters, the setting, the plot, the dialogue, the humor. God made me that way.

I believe there is much ablity within us that we aren’t aware of.  I believe in a spiritual world that’s separated from us by a veil. We are not equipped to see it. But what if God gave some people the gift?

The TV series Touch may or may not have a spiritual twist. The premiere didn’t give me enough to make a decision, but it did evoke thought.

I believe in miracles. I believe in divine intervention. I believe people come into our lives for a reason. I believe there are supernatural mysteries we cannot explain.

I wish I had paid more attention to the stories my grandmother used to tell, but apparently the Bell side of the family had something passed down through them that made them more sensitive to what was about to occur in the future. Frankly, the stories freaked me out as a little kid, and maybe I purposely forgot them. But the Bible does mention discernment.

I risk convincing my blog buddies that I am a true psycho chick, but I will confess to experiencing an “odd” moment in my life. I cannot explain what happened. I don’t know what it happened. But I do believe it was a God thing.

I was in high school. I must have been a senior because I had my own car, an olive green Impala I bought from my uncle. I was driving to a taco party, hosted by one of my favorite teachers. Allow me to stress that this was a G+ rated party in which NOTHING remotely inappropriate would go on. My friends’ band was playing the party, and I was ready for a fun night.

But on the way there, I was stopped dead in my tracks. I pulled my car up to a giant hole in the road. It was if a backhoe or other heavy machinery had dug up the road. There was no passing, no getting through. The dirt was piled up, and a huge pipe protruded from the hole.

I didn’t live far from the party, but I was bewildered. How was going to get there? I pulled up to the pile of dirt and put my car in park. I sat there for a moment and eyed it. I finally put it in reverse and drove home.

My parents were concerned, so my daddy decided to drive me to take a look. We drove to the spot, and nothing was there. Nothing. No dirt. No pipe. No leaf pile that I might have interpreted as a dirt pile. Nothing.

Was I seeing things? I don’t know. Did God send me a vision? I don’t know. Was he keeping me off the road for a particular length of time? I don’t know.

Back during the mid seventies there was a rash of UFO sightings across the nation. Middle Tennessee wasn’t spared. One night my dad and I were in the car together, and we looked up as saw three spheres in the sky, all different colors. We watched and watched and watched, and they went away. No explanation.

This time I had a witness to the strange phenomenon I experienced. Neither of us was the type to seek out weird experiences. We weren’t intoxicated, drugged, or subliminally seduced. We were just father and daughter returning home from a mundane errand.

I believe there is more to this universe than meets the eye. Jesus spoke in parables because He communicates best with us on a deeper level. I believe in order for us to truly understand Him, we must make time to listen and to meditate on His word.

As a creative person, I know that without Him, I would be nothing. And like a little child, I will be, gazing in wide wonder at all the mysteries that surround me. I pray that I never, ever, take them for granted.

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14 thoughts on “Touch

    • Thank you for reading. I know that my writing pushes the limits sometimes. Not all Christians are comfortable with my expressions. But I write from strong convictions. I believe what I believe, and I believe that He is so great that our minds cannot hold all that He is.

  1. I also enjoyed this. It gave me the strength to continue with my day of classes, and now I will stop and thank God for His presence in my life. When you remember some of those stories your grandmother told you, I would really like to hear them…

    I love you, Tee.

    • I love you too, Logie. There has always been a lot of superstition associated with the Bell name, primarily because of the notortious Bell Witch. I spent many years of research trying to link my family witht the family of Adams. I even had a writer to interview me, and some of my work is credited in other folklore books and articles. But I never made a firm connection. I had a great Aunt Bessie who was quite eccentric. She lived in front of the grave yard behind the Methodist church. Rumor has it she had lots of money and stocks but it all disappeared. I do know she was an odd woman with odd ways. When I was a child and visited her with my grandmother, she pretended to sleep on the sofa, but she kept one eye open and watched my every move. She lived a few houses down from the Dave King mansion, which was fodder for superstitious stories itself. Needless to say, I have always felt a chill whenever I’ve passed her house, even today though she has long since passed away. She claimed to have “powers” from the Bell Witch. I don’t see a Christian connection there, but family members used to tell stories that confirmed some of her strange abilities. I’m sure it was purely coincidence, but the day my grandfather died I was on my way to college from my apartment. A black horse drawn hearse passed in front of me. It was not a vision. It was from a funeral home in town. But the coincidence of it passing on the morning of his death still haunts me.

  2. Great post Tee! Never compromise yourself or doubt your God given abilities. When you have those “providence moments”…realize them for what they are…God watching over you and giving you what you need for that exact moment. Discernment is a little more personal…it’s a gift of wisdom…everyone doesn’t have this ability…it has to be sought-after…and comes with great responsibility…almost like the little boy in “Touch”. I think it’s going to be a facinating series too!

  3. It’s really hard to be one of those people who “thinks outside the box” when it comes to religion. I’m all about relationship, not religion, but many people don’t understand. The older I get, the more I realize how much I really care about people, not because I’m supposed to but because I really do. There is a difference. I want to stop doing what I think others want me to do and to start doing what I am called to do. Thanks for commenting, Shelly. I was getting a little discouraged because I was afraid people either had stopped reading or that they thought I was off my rocker. Even if you do think I’m off my rocker, at least your are sweet enough to say kind words. 🙂 Thank you.

  4. We watched Touch last week. It’s an interesting concept/storyline. I enjoyed watching all the connections unfold.

    Do you write down what you the details you remember about your dreams? I try to do that when I can. It’s quite entertaining to go back and read them. I’ve always had very vivid, strange dreams.

    What a mysterious roadblock that kept you from driving to the party….

    • I really should keep a dream journal. I’ve had typical dreams before of not being able to find my classroom. I dream those kinds of dreams the night before school starts. But the strangest dreams I’ve ever had were reoccurring dreams about a customs house in Idaho. I can still it as if I had really been there. I don’t even know if there is such a place in Idaho. I just wish I knew why I kept dreaming it. Then there are my bathroom dreams. Of all things to dream about! 🙂 I think keeping a dream journal provide a great source of ideas of topics to write about. Great idea!

    • I don’t usually write about strange things unless I’m writing about me. I’m a little strange. 🙂 But I am intrigued by the mysteries of the world. Usually I like to write about things that encourage other people, things that make them smile or laugh. Thank you for taking time to read my blog. I always enjoy reading yours.

  5. We might dissagree on some things, but this is a great blog post. Some psychologists say our dreams relate to our feelings in reality. Who knows what dreams really mean, of maybe there purpose is completely subjective? I love how our minds create a world and just throw us in it to fend for ourselves in our dreams. you never know whats going to happen next. Your mind expands on things a lot more than most, it’s very intriguing to read it as it unfolds on these blogs. but a dream journal is a great idea because our minds store dreams in our short term memory, which means details get vague quickly. great post!

    • Thanks for reading, Jacob. I still have procrastinated about the dream journal, but that’s something I definitely want to do. I am so glad I’ve had the chance to work with you this year. I’ve discovered you are a really good writer, and I really liked your own last blog post. I hope more people will discover your blog. You’ve got a great style.

  6. Another great post, Tee. I love reading your blog. I can think of times that things have happened without logical reason. One day my husband and I were walking around Virginia Lake in Reno. When we got back to the car, he couldn’t find his keys! We re-circled the lake and searched and searched. We never found them. I have to think that God didn’t want us on the road that evening. The keys never turned up.

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