I am a caretaker/handyman/groundskeeper at a local church in a town in Sweden. I am mending a snow-damaged light fixture when a very, very troubled young man, around twenty years old, approaches me. He speaks in a small, uneasy tone as if he is truly afraid of something.
Man: “Excuse me. Are you a priest? I urgently need to talk to one about the nature of the divine.”
Me: “No, but let me take you to the vicar. She knows most things about the divine.”
Man: “The vicar? Oh, no, I am far too unimportant. But… maybe you can answer my question? I am really scared.”
Me: “Um, probably not, but you can ask it and we’ll see if I can answer?”
Man: “Does the Almighty have black leather rubber Wellington boots, fashioned from the skin of Satan?”
Yes, he said, “…leather rubber Wellingtons.” (Lädergummistövlar.)
Me: “…”
Man: “Like it says in the Gospel of Exterminations?”
Me: “Where, you said?”
Man: “The Book of Annihilations, the sixth book that Moses wrote?”
Me: “You know, let’s go to the vicar.”
Man: “No, I can’t. She’s probably, like, busy!”
Me: “Let’s go! Come now!”
We go to the vicar and the man — who seems terrified of the wide-smiled woman in a knitted, rainbow-patterned sweater — begs me to stay, so I do. The man asks his question again, with a lot more details about the passage from the gospel that doesn’t exist.
Vicar: “Who told you this?”
Man: “Well, a… friend… heard in a dream that he had while being awake that if you didn’t do the right thing at any one time in your life, then the Almighty would stomp on you for all eternity in Hell. And the Wellingtons are from the skin of the… one down there… since it is really painful for humans to touch, and… and I am really worried! I don’t want the Almighty to stomp on me!”
Vicar: “I understand, and that sounds like a terrifying image in your mind. I have read the entire Good Book. The Lord does not need to make shoes out of anyone, and he doesn’t stomp on anyone. If you are worried, just try to live your best life.”
Man: *Relaxing visibly* “Thank you. How?”
Vicar: “Well, we have a volunteer group for helping the mobility impaired, and… well, we’ll go to the bulletin board in the hallway to have a look. And don’t be worried. God will not punish you for trying to be a good person; we are fallible and that is how He made us. And since your… your… friend… makes you troubled by these dreams, we should help him or her to get to a nice doctor who will make those dreams go away.”
And so, we got a very enthusiastic volunteer for most of our programs, like helping the elderly get groceries or reading stories for preschoolers.
Oh, and “his friend” stopped having the awake-dreams not long after the man had a short stay at the psychiatric ward.