It’s easier to just stay asleep,
avoid the world, refuse to weep,
ignore the suffering and the pain
and dream a life absent the slain
heroes we conjure, help us cope
in a world where our only hope
sheds his tears in deathly sorrow
and summons wails despite tomorrow.
for a world destroyed by fear.
when the stench of death falls near.
for a child’s broken heart.
when families rip apart.
In our mourning a morning breaks,
resisting Hell, its pillars shake.
Refusing somber resignation,
defying death by demonstration
of blood-shot eyes and angry voices
we cry against our fathers’ choices.
We weep for those who’ve lost their way
and weep in spite of better days.
Josh Linton is an occasional contributor to this blog.
How does it all piece together and why do I find myself so consumed trying to figure out how to escape being consumed? I need pause to relish the present moment. But my mind leaves the moment and time-travels into the dimness of the past or the uncertainty of the future or sets itself on a course to figure out the faint relevance of my personal contributions to the cosmos. A frustration with consequences I endure rather frequently.
Enter doubts and questions. Will each detail of my life feel the impact of his reign and will it matter? Will others sense him in me? Can they hear him in my tone? Feel him in my embrace? Sense him as I share the same moments with them? If so, will I disappear? Do I really like the idea of people seeing God in me but not me? Will I still be me if his nature infuses every cell in my body?
Such questions produce an anxiety about my very validity and worthiness.
I heard a good sermon one time about dreaming. The preacher stirred my imagination with an image of the dreams of humanity streaming into the flow of God’s dream. He reminded that our dreams should contribute to the overarching dream and ambition of God. Let me take it a bit further.
Through sharing our dreams with God we become creative partners with him. We’re not subjects to a static god who demands unquestioning conformity to some distant agenda but partners in a co-op of dreaming where the Chief Dreamer empowers our creativity and dances with us toward better days.
Imagine God and me, God and you, dreaming together. We’re welcome to dream with him not because we can right the future or that we even have the best intentions for the world, but because he trusts the power of the shared dominion he intended when creating us. He invites our individual perspectives, personalities and awkwardness. He lets us move him. He occupies Mt. Sinai expressing his desire to wipe away his frustrations by wiping out a group of people then pauses and opens his heart to our point of view. The people live.
The dreams shaped by our special uniqueness speckle, highlight and shade God’s dream for the universe. Try to envision the Exodus and subsequent rise of Israel without Moses in Jehovah’s ear. God’s at his best when we’re involved. And together the best dreams we can conjure materialize into a reality that authenticates a seemingly futile existence.
It is a fairly new tradition on this blog, but every other Friday we are blessed with a writing by Josh Linton. These contemplative writings have become something to look forward to!
Josh has now accepted the Family / Associate work with the Skiatook Church of Christ, just north of Tulsa, Oklahoma. I’m very excited for him in this new opportunity. I look forward to hearing great things.
God bless you, Josh … and we look forward to you getting settled in and back to writing. We all join you in great expectation of how God will use your heart in this new setting.