“Wow, I can see why you have a problem with them,” someone says next to me.
It’s Keith! How did he get into my dream? It makes me mad and embarrassed at the same time. The intensity I felt towards him during the storm returns.
“There!” I shout, pointing at my inebriated family members. “You see why I don’t trust you? One day, you’re gonna turn out to be just like them. They’re Christians, too!”
Keith looks at me with concern and what could be pity. He takes in a breath and releases it slowly.
“They began the race, but they did not finish,” Keith tells me.
“What? What does that mean?”
“They didn't keep the faith,” Keith says sadly. “They denied Christ through their actions. They do not represent Him.”