I shall post a very brief but oh so important promise. For “a theology of sleep” is a glimpse into a rest that we intuitively long for and we each need—physically and spiritually. To this innate craving for a daily sabbath, that comes (and I am far past my bedtime hour due to the effects of necessary but interfering medications), I encourage my dear readers with this precious promise:
“I will both lay me down in peace, and sleep: for thou, LORD, only makest me dwell in safety” (King James Bible (Cambridge Ed.).
It was the Wicked Witch’s spell on the vast poppy fields that caused Dorothy and her companions to fall into a sleep on their way to Oz. The spell of the wicked witch was reversed by a fresh fallen snow from Glenda, the good witch.
So Satan may not send a soothing Sabbath sleep, but terrorize with the foretaste of an agonizing sleep of death, but Christ Jesus awakens us to everlasting life the next morning. Each night we rehearse this coming climactic reality.
May each of you reading this know the power of that promise and fall asleep securely in Jesus, practicing for that day when the snow of heaven shall wake us evermore.