What Discipleship Is (and Isn’t)


Discipleship is not about:

  • Religious rituals
  • Biblical knowledge
  • Emotional experiences, or even
  • Spiritual disciplines

Though they all help!

It is about submitting every thought — and emotion! — to Christ, so we more consistently manifest the Fruit of the Spirit.

[By denying our Self so we can follow Jesus all the way to the Cross]

Which is how others learn to enjoy Him.

#AmygdalaGospel #TheTransition #FruitOfTheCross

Dream: Zomb Vator


We finally fight our way to Central Building
This 33-story skyscraper is the heart of the infestation
There’s plenty of zombies elsewhere
But if we can destroy this nest
It will be easy to mop up the rest

I am confident we will succeed
Now that we know where the enemy is
And have made it past her defenses
We have just enough forces left
To contain her
So we can methodically destroy her

We don’t know long or costly it will be
But the outcome is no longer in doubt

I’m waiting on the lobby for an elevator
I’m one of the last to arrive
I see Joe and Bill get out of an elevator and hurry toward the door
Escorting a terrified woman

I’m glad they’re still finding some survivors

I get into the elevator they just vacated and head towards the top
For some reason the car stops at six
The doors open
I push the button to close them
despite knowing they’re usually a placebo

I glance outside.
Before the doors close
I see Joe and Bill hurrying into another elevator
With a different terrified woman.

I takes me a few seconds
To process what I just saw
Joe and Bill can’t have gotten back to the sixth floor
Before I did
Therefore, that is not really them.

The hive brain must have captured and cloned them
The women must be the carriers of the nest’s core memories and DNA
She is using my friends to propagate herself
Before we kill her

This… is bad

If we don’t stop her in time
She could establish herself in a new location
Wait decades to build her strength
Then launch another invasion
When we least expect it

In fact
She may already have reached
Critical mass
Somewhere else
Though I could probably find it
By following Joe and Bill

There is some good news
This is an act of desperation
And while her brain is split between locations like this
Her attention will be distracted

By that same token
She doesn’t like multiple locations
In theory she could split herself up into three or more pieces
But none of those would have enough critical mass to be “her. “

And she would never go for that
The whole point of her existence
Being to propagate her sense of self
By enslaving others.

She has no higher purpose
Transcendent calling
That she would sacrifice herself for

That is the one advantage
We have
Over her

I punch a button on the elevator
To stop the car at the next floor
Pull out my knife
And get ready
To join the fight…

Dream: Neutral Affect


I am attending (or perhaps crashing) a fancy event at an incredibly luxurious hotel.
Maybe it is an Apple event, as I see John G and other co-workers there.
But it feels like it might be in Asia; something out of the Korean dramas we binge.

It is supposedly breakfast, but when I look for food I don’t find any.
Perhaps I’m too late.


There’s some sort of contest taking place in a video game.
Perhaps a virtual world like Second Life.
Beautiful models are scattered throughout the hotel, typing on keyboards.

The hostess explains that we should ask the models for an entry card.
But it will be difficult since they speak an obscure dialect of Chinese; Red Mountain Spring or something like that.

I find one of the girls, in a lobby where a few others are, each a few yards apart, by a wall or railing.
I try to talk to her.
She lets out a short wordless moan and hands me a piece of paper from a stack.

The scrap looks like it was torn or cut roughly from Asian packaging paper.
It contains red lettering in several different languages and font sizes.
One language near the middle is English, perhaps all caps or small caps.
I recognize the words, but I can’t read it.
[maybe I could in the Dream]

Idle Wandering

The game doesn’t sound very alluring so I wander the event.
I think I pick up some tchotchkes and such to put in my briefcase;
The old brown one with a combo lock,
like I had in college.

I go back up to the fancy non-breakfast room.
It seems to have been turned into a sleeping room for infants and elderly couples.
The room is tightly packed with mattresses, and I trip over one by trying to sneak across.
I accidentally pull off the comforter.

The Indian couple glares at me like I exposed something indecent, but they are both fully clothed.
Also, they were sleeping on two different parts of the mattress, the wife on top and husband at the bottom.
The mutter curses at me in a foreign language while re-covering themselves.

Sound Decisions

I decide to sneak away somewhere else, presumably to find a place to stash my briefcase.
I discover a false wall near the entrance, like a hologram.
When I go through, it looks like a sound booth the size of a small closet.
But it opens into a decent-sized lounge, like the green room of a show.

There’s even a couple open, half-empty bottles of fancy liquor inside glass cabinets mounted on the upper walls.
The cabinets might be locked.
I wonder if I could force them open.
Then I notice another passageway.

It leads to an enormous, crescent-shaped DJ booth mounted on metal arm.
We are above a club or dance floor, but it is mostly empty now.
I must’ve tripped a switch or activated a program, because it starts moving!

It starts swooping and diving through the air.
Like a roller coaster.
Or the world’s most amazing VR ride.
I think, “This is awesome!” as I tumble down the middle.
I can’t believe the realism.

Suddenly, resolve crystallizes within me.
Even though it is a late start,
I will win the game – and a girl.
I don’t know why.
Maybe the near-death experience made me reevaluate my life choices.
Or perhaps I glimpsed one of them from above.


I join the game at the end.
I see the rows of girls.
And players lined up to perform before them.
I don’t know if the final stage is real life,
Or just amazing virtual reality.

Most players aRe wearing [American] football jerseys.
One at a time, they pick a girl to perform for.
They seem to be performing some kind of hand motions
Or perhaps dancing.

These girls are all “affect neutral.”
Which I assume is a type of autism.
Judging from my earlier encounter,
They aren’t capable of normal speech.

Maybe this whole game
Is about challenging people to learn to communicate with them.

Not many seem to have succeeded.
So perhaps I still have a chance.
But the line must be insanely long.

Yet it is not.
Behind the dozens I saw lined up is a changing area.
Two lines, one for men and one for women;
No women waiting, and just a couple men finishing up.
Either a. I joined very late, b. not many people applied, or c. very few made it all the way to the final stage where I jumped in.

The tables have miscellaneous football apparel, mostly jerseys.
All for the Green Bay Packers.
I don’t know if that is all they bought, or this is the only team left.
I sigh — feeling like I’m betraying my dad, a diehard Chicago Bears fan.

I change into a Packers jersey.
Then I strip off my pants, and after some consideration, my underwear.
If I’m gonna do this, I should do this all the way.
I look around for any kidney pads I can use,
since it seems we get points for following the theme.

One of the helpers comes over.
An Indian guy.
I see “Prabhakar” written in marker on his equipment.
Above another number, perhaps a date,
Or an inventory number.

I tell him I’m also a Prabhakar, from Tamil-Nadu, Tirunelveli district.
He confirms he is a Prabhakar, but also born in the US.
His family is from some state up north, but I (and perhaps he) aren’t sure where.
He is generally supportive, thought maybe he’s that way with all the contestants.

I suddenly realize how I can win.
All the other contestants are dancing FOR the women.
I can dance WITH them.

I can dance with all of them.
Or maybe…
Just with The One.

Then I wake up.