Anyway, I’m in the driver’s seat of this taxi. Dreaming, mind you. Not that I haven’t sat in the driver’s seat of a taxi. For two years I was a taxi driver in Cincinnati. Two pretty awful years.

But I can say that I’ve never been a taxi driver in Seoul, Korea. Oh my no! What a huge place! Compared to Cincinnati, well, there’s just no comparison.

Anyway, I’m having this dream. A passenger gets in my taxi and wants to go to Apa. I remember thinking in my dream that Apa is some major shopping area, kinda like Assi or H-Mart, two giant Korean stores here in Chicagoland. I thought I knew where Apa is.

So I start driving. It dawns on me somewhere along the way that I really don’t know where Apa is.

I see this bus pulled over. I pull over too, get out of my taxi, and run up to the bus driver.

And what a nice guy he turns out to be! I ask him if he knows where Apa is, and he gets out of his seat, comes down the steps, and we chat awhile. Well into the conversation I realize, this nice man doesn’t have a clue where Apa is either.

Pretty confused and awfully embarrassed, I tell my passengers I don’t know where Apa is and I take them back to the place where I picked them up.

And that was my dream.

I get up for breakfast with my wife. My Korean wife. We’ve been married over 20 years now. I’ve heard her pray and use the Father’s name in her native tongue. “Abojee” she likes to say, for no particular reason at times, just as a reminder that she’s in touch with Him. I’d heard that word a lot, but I wanted her to tell me again, “What’s the Korean word for Father?” Somehow I knew it was linked to the word in my dream.

“Abojee.”

“Hmmm, then what is ‘Apa’?”

“ ‘Apa’ is ‘Daddy.’”

Ahhh. Daddy. If this dream were one of those from-the-Lord kind, I had just dreamed a head-full. I backed up and visualized the whole dream in this new light…

Passengers get in, “We want to go to Daddy.”

“Sure, I know where Daddy is.”

But I didn’t. I knew all about “Father.” My theology was correct. The Father is accessible through the Son. He that has the Son has the Father, and vice versa. But Daddy? I thought I knew where He was.

Then that ridiculous bus driver. Nice guy, indeed. Like all the nice believers I had hung with through the years who taught me this great doctrinal stuff but couldn’t plug me in to a personal relationship with Daddy.

I finally had to admit to the people I’ve carried here and there and everywhere that I don’t really know where Daddy is. Intimacy. Personal Touch. Friendship. On the lap closeness.

I’m not the world’s or the church’s best, in dream interpretation. I’m not even sure dream interpretation is a valid science for the believer. Interpretation belongs to God, said Joseph. When God is really speaking, you’ll know it. Don’t need to take a course in how to identify symbols in dreams. I doubt if Joseph or Daniel or the rest ever studied this subject.