Saturday, August 29, 2009

Dreams are meant to be reality

I dream big. I don't mean the dreams that I have in my sleep. Not the dreams of having someone I didn't know give me the keys to their brand new Ferrari. The dreams of changing the world. The dreams of giving someone a new outlook on life. The dream that someday extreme poverty can come to an end. These aren't really dreams though. I think these are the passion to love others blooming within our own minds. I read a survey that if every person who claimed to follow Christ would give to charity world hunger would be cured. If Americans spent less at Christmas people around the entire globe could have clean drinking water. (As we dump the half bottle of lukewarm Voss (imported Norwegian water) down the drain). On the space station it cost $700 to filter enough urine into enough clean drinking water to fill a 16 oz. bottle. I was recently reminded that there are 3.5 million homeless people in America, nearly half of them are children.

I dream big. I dream that with a generation that cares more about doing and less about talking these things can be something my grandchildren can read about these things in their History books. My children can be a part of the solution. From buying responsibly to giving of time, the ways to contribute are endless. What if we decide to "need" less in order to give away more?

The only time we see a person walk away from Christ still searching was the man who wasn't willing to give up what he had. Have we walked away from the true message of scripture. The word purpose has become a buzz word among leadership in the last decade. The problem so many times is we were defining our purpose when it had been clearly defined for us 2000 years ago. Love others, love God. Maybe instead of trying to rewrite the purpose we should be trying to be creative and come up with as many ways we can to love others, and love God.

Loving is not just throwing money at a problem in order to disguise it. That would be equivalent to putting a band aid on an amputated arm. In order to love like Christ we must suffer like Christ, sacrifice like Christ. We were never told it would be easy. Never told it wouldn't have a price. Love came and conquered death. But it had to stare death in the face in order to do so. It had to be near.

DREAM BIG!
REACT BIGGER!