But here’s the kicker: It had the power of invisibility. And I was the only one who saw it killing. In my dream, I was a little girl. Every time I saw the pig kill someone, it disappeared. And so I felt helpless to stop it. I wandered around in a state of anxiety, watching the pig kill, powerless.
Until, I realized that I should tell God! So, in my dream, I told my mom. Who, I guess was the channel to God or something. You know what my mom said? She told me that innocent people had died because I had been afraid to tell about the pig until this moment. How’s that for guilt on a little kid? But of course, I’m not a little girl; I’m a 39 year old little girl. So what do I do? I remember that scripture in 1 John about He who is in me is greater than he who is in the world.
So I decide that my fear has really messed things up and from now on I’m going to act like someone who believes God is greater than any evil force. Even a demon-pig. So…I’m walking down the street and I see the demon-pig in a store window. He’s trying to pretend he’s some cute stuffed pig or something. I stop. Point my finger at him through the window. And start yelling, “You’re dead! You’re dead!” Over and over at the demon-pig.