God loves impossible dreamers.
We are all born with seeds of impossible in our hearts. Every child wants to fly. To save the world. They want their parents to be happy and wars to stop.
These wild-eyed dreamers are the role models for Christianity. The Kingdom of God is already in their little grabby hands.
That is, until grown-up scolders and mockers stamp out the fires in their eyes and teach them to be “realistic”. Would-be ballerinas become waitresses. Aspiring astronauts settle on accounting.
They colour inside the lines of their bank accounts, their parent’s expectations and their perceived potential.
Then there are those who squiggle across the pages of history with vibrant colours, shamelessly defying all lines and rules. These are the kids who refused to grow up. The impossible dreamers. Abraham, Moses, Hannah, Joan of Arc, Wilberforce, Martin Luther King Jr, to name a few.
Their stories haunt us. What if?
What if you could do anything? Yeah, you. With unlimited time, resources, money—what would you do?
Dream wheels crank rustily, unfamiliar with this concept. Childhood hopes flicker and spark, quickly choked by a blast of realism. The dream emerges: reduced, reasonable and entirely possible.
The Dream Giver sighs. There is much for this one to learn.
God’s resources are endless. Money is no obstacle, time and ability are no limitation. He has vaults full of impossible dreams waiting for takers.
He stethoscopes our sleeping hearts, eavesdrops on our desires and plots to fulfill them.
He wants to know: What do you really want?
If we want nothing, we will get it. The death of desire is to have one foot in the grave.
Nothing is impossible for God. Simple words; kids understand. How have have we forgotten?
And don’t stop there. We must open our sails to catch the winds of impossibility, and hold high the lanterns of our dreams and walk by them.
Ask, seek, and you will find.