Some people look at dreams and they put them on a pedestal. These people are the ones that say that if you don't have dreams/ambitions/goal/ things that you are looking forward to then you will not amount to anything. They polish their dreams; love their dreams; count their dreams; and live this life revolving around their dreams.
Other people don't have dreams. They cut them out of their lives; ignore them; squelch them out like little kitchen fires in their mind; and go about their days. Day in and day out, they live a life that is full of boredom and a lack of adventure. They live in this mysterious Alice and Wonderland type play world but reject all of the extravagancies of life that come along with being in such a dreamy place. Until one day the Queen says, "Off with your head," and everything they wanted or worked for is shot down the drain because they lacked the dreams; the life; the adventurous and child-like attitude that comes with living in such a world.
When in life do we stop believing in our dreams? I don't know about you, but I think it isn't that I don't want to revel in my dreams and it's that I am lost in the world of practicality and quote unquote "reality." What a poor existence! I want to be a dreamer!
But, at the same time, those who put their dreams on pedestals aren't just putting them on any old pedestal; they are putting them on the God pedestal. You know, the place where God is suppose to reign supreme. The place that God reserves for Him and Him alone. Sometimes, we place the dreams that God has given us above God. We boast about what God has done in us and through us and what He wants to use us for, but we don't give the glory back to Him. We go and go and go on with our lives and we don't think anything of it until at one fell swoop the Almighty God drops down and swipes our dreams. (There is no saying, "Swiper, No swiping," in this reality). He takes them away; not because He is a vengeful God, but because He is a Jealous God (Exodus 34:14). He doesn't want to share that spot with anyone or anything, including dreams and aspirations.
All of this to say, last night I had a dream! I had a dream about some students, possibly from the future or possibly students that I have now or a little of both. I remember taking them over to someone's house and while there the students are not listening! They are going nuts! I specifically remember this one young man that way taking off his shirt and running around breaking things. I sat down with their group (because I was the leader over another group, but I needed to make sure that group was doing the right thing too) and I said something to this guy, which is apparently not important cause I can't remember what I said. But I can recall what he said back to me. I can especially bring this part back to fruition because it broke my heart. He looked up at me with his heart broken and said, "I want you to stay with our group, please." Thinking about it is making me cry. Why? Because with all my heart this is my dream! This is the dream that God has laid in my lap. "Help these ones!" I can hear God's voice screaming through the chasms of darkness penetrating my soul.
It comes from 1 Corinthian 9:19-27. To sum up the point it says, "I have become All things to All men that by All possibly means I might save some." I want to do everything in my power to save everyone I possibly can (obviously with God's help). But that means helping this cheeky lad that is destructive, rude, and that has no regard for the rules or God. How can i do that?
"HOW?!?!" I just want to yell at God. How can I do this? How can I reach a world that is falling apart? How can I reach 1 young man that is desperately calling out for help? How can I fulfill this inexplicable calling on my life? This dream that is so ingrained in my heart and in my head and in my very being is crying out for the pain that this precious child of the King is feeling and I want to take it on as my very own. But I can't!
What is this feeling? What is ever going to quench this thirst to reach out to the "least of these?" What will ever heal the hearts and wounds of this world and how can I give it to them?
We are all born with dreams. Dreams can kill and dreams can bring purpose. I believe that it is God's purpose for us to find out what those dreams that He has placed on our lives and fulfill them to the best of our ability. Why? Not to give ourselves the glory, however to lift ourselves up to sense fulfillment and to lower ourselves to lay these treasures called dreams at the feet of our Master as a fragrant offering "holy and pleasing to the Lord."
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