Sleepwalkers don’t just walk. They talk and drive cars and cook meals and write checks. They look wide awake, but they aren’t. They’re just going through the motions.
It’s easy to slip into sleepwalking. I do it sometimes. I look like I’m wide awake, but I’m not. I’m just going through the motions. Ho-hum. Same-old-same-old. Dusty and dry.
Sometimes I wake up on my own, and sometimes something “bad” wakes me up--a health scare or a relational crisis or whatever. Waking up changes everything. When I’m wide awake, things like getting out of bed in the morning and sitting at my desk and folding laundry don’t seem mundane anymore. In fact, when I’m wide awake, there is no mundane.
“You who lie in the dust, awake and shout for joy. . . .” Isaiah 26:19
“now the ears of my ears awake and now the eyes of my eyes are opened” e.e. cummings