Into the Dreamer's Mind

They tell me Lord, that when I pray,
Only one voice is heard;
That I’m dreaming,
You’re not there,
This whole is thing is absurd.
Maybe they’re right, Lord,
Maybe they’re right.
Maybe there’s only one voice that’s heard.
But if there’s only one voice that’s heard,
Lord, it’s not mine, it’s your voice.
I’m not dreaming; you are the dreamer
And I am your dream.


This Collection contemplates the sovereignty of the Dreamer, as He weaves history and fashions it into a divine tapestry. Every event from the beginning of time, He knows. Whether harnessing or transforming people's proclivities, permitting or orchestrating history, He remains sovereign. He is not disengaged from our affairs. He is not disconnected from our experiences. On the contrary, He is touched with the feeling of our infirmities. He is sovereign and seemingly distant, yet fully empathetic.

Pondering the works of this Collection, one cannot help but notice 2 distinct characteristics. The first is divine initiative. Encapsulated by Word Became Flesh by Mann Chow, this sculpture is a cutting edge commentary of the Dreamer's true nature and intervention in history. It reshapes preconceived notions of the sovereign Dreamer's aloof and distant nature. Rather than indulging in the pleasure of heaven, the Dreamer became near. He made himself of no reputation, and took upon him the form of a servant, and was made in the likeness of men. And being found in fashion as a man, he humbled himself, and became obedient unto death, even the death of the cross. This is profound. The Dreamer's choice to empathise to the extent of cruel death proves absolutely the Dreamer's affections for us. 

It is easy appreciate the human experience of the Dreamer, but not so His intention. On closer inspection of Chow's inspiration, we realise the layers of depth in his masterpiece. On the arms of his sculpture are distinct brutal scars. It is as though the arms are tortured for symbolism of the Dreamer's intention. Who his own self bare our sins in his own body on the tree, that we, being dead to sins, should live unto righteousness: by whose stripes ye were healed. We see evidently that the intention of the Dreamer is to awaken humanity to her sin and bear it on humanity's behalf. Indeed, the scars of sin on the arms of the sculpture remind us that the Dreamer Himself suffered when it was for us to suffer, and He gave us clean hands.

The second distinct characteristic of this collection is personal reciprocity. We are the Dreamer's dream. The Dreamer made His divine initiation, leaving us a personal choice to sway to the rhythm of His tango. Consider... Fishing by Glacy Soh resonates this invitation to enter the Dreamer's embrace. Just as the Dreamer gave His life as a ransom for many, we are partners with Him in mirroring His actions. The Dreamer initiated a relationship with His first disciples. He is the First Fisher of Men. He then offered them too "Follow me, and I will make you fishers of men." As we emulate the leading of the Dreamer, we mirror His tango, casting our nets and call others to follow the Dreamer just like us. 

As we synchronise and keep in step with the Dreamer, we too will bear in our bodies the marks of the Dreamer. Our hand in His, He leads us into His styles and patterns, a most overwhelming romance. And once the dream is complete, the Dreamer will finally be with His Dream.

There’s always been something hidden deep in Your heart,
Yet I had not given it one single thought,
I only knew that I was wand’ring, feeling lost,
Dreaming were You, and I was too, in the wilderness,
Until one day You revealed Your dream in my heart.