Let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith… so that you will not grow weary and lose heart. [Hebrews 12:1]
For nearly two years, I refused to dream. No, I’m not talking about nighttime dreams that enter our minds whilst we’re sleeping, but rather I’m talking about the kind of dreams that live in our hearts and minds. The fantastic dreams we have for our futures. The ones chock-full of hopefulness and wide-eyed wonder, believing that there is in fact “good” coming our way.
It’s not that dreams didn’t pop-up every now and again, but I was so confident that I didn’t deserve to have the dreams come true that I would push them back down and hold on to ideas for the future that felt more pragmatic, more practical. After all, when you turn your life on its head the way I did, it’s hard to imagine any sort of dreams ever coming to fruition again.
Instead of dreaming, I found myself sitting back accepting “the new normal.” A perfectly “good” life that tempered expectations of the future, where I was altogether grateful for stability and simplicity in my day to day.
I knew the Bible told me I could dream, but somehow the words seemed to be for everyone else but me.
Then, after doing all those things, I will pour out my Spirit upon all people. Your sons and daughters will prophesy. Your old men will dream dreams, and your young men will see visions. [Joel 2:28]
I found myself selectively picking and choosing the scriptures that I felt worthy of. I never questioned my salvation (which is crazy to think about), but isntead I questioned whether or not God wanted anything more for my future.
And then one night, sometime around Thanksgiving last year, I woke up startled with a very clear message:
Dream bigger dreams, my daughter. Dream bigger and better dreams.
It seemed that despite my own unwillingness to be hopeful for a better future, God wanted me to know He created me for much, much more.
And so every day, without fail, for the past two years God’s been planting dreams in my head. Persistent dreams about how to help people find Him, but also seemingly impossible dreams being that I am me — appearing at times irrevocably flawed — and these dreams God kept dropping me have just seemed so, so big.
Then it hit me: redemption is why I can dream. Why I must dream.
God didn’t send His Son to Earth to die for me to sit back and be still. He sent Him here because despite my sins and short-comings, He has so, so much in store for me.
Yet God has made everything beautiful for its own time. He has planted eternity in the human heart, but even so, people cannot see the whole scope of God’s work from beginning to end. [Ecclesiastes 3:11]
While I may not know what the future has in store for me, for now… I dream.
I dream dreams so great that they take my breath away and make me temporarily weak in the knees just thinking about them. Dreams that keep me up at night with eager anticipation of the day I’ll see them fulfilled. Dreams so big that I know only God can fulfill them. Dreams that touch Heaven, and change earth.
I’ll leave you with this from Kaj Munk, a Danish priest, who spoke these words before he was killed by the Gestapo in 1944:
What is, therefore, our task today? Shall I answer: ‘Faith, hope, and love?’ That sounds beautiful. But I would say- courage. No, even that is not challenging enough to be the whole truth.
Our task today is recklessness. For what we Christians lack is not psychology or literature… we lack a holy rage – the recklessness which comes from the knowledge of God and humanity… a holy anger about the things that are wrong in the world….
To rage at the lie that calls the threat of death and the strategy of destruction peace.
To rage against complacency.
To restlessly seek that recklessness that will challenge and seek to change human history until it conforms to the norms of the kingdom of God.
NOW YOU… Do you allow yourself to dream? What’s holding you back?