Jon Foreman's documentary "25 IN 24" began with a 2-part question: What is your dream and who will it take to bring it to life?" As I sat in the theater, determined not to cry in the first three minutes of the film, I felt every ounce of generosity (as if you could measure such a precious attribute) shown to me as I step into the calling the Lord has placed on my life: my dream.
Earlier this week I took a little solo trip to to see my favorite artist in concert in Midtown Atlanta. I took advantage of the location and arrived early to breathe in the hip air from a coffeehouse. My mom asked me, "what will you do for a couple hours if you get there early?"
"Thrive," I responded, only kidding a little.
I sat down with my missions textbook and my soy latte, the buzz of Midtown all around. Something I love about Western culture is how willing people are to slow down over a cup of coffee. In the time of the Christ, it was over meals, and that's where Jesus did so much of his teaching. I read my book, looking up to pray for each headphone-clad person.
When it was time to wait in line for the concert, I made my way through horrid ATL traffic to get the venue.
The concert began with a showing of the documentary. Jon Foreman of Switchfoot talks a lot about hope, crazy dreams, and embracing the chaos. This movie told the story of his crazy dream, playing 25 shows in 24 hours and how he pulled it off. His love of connecting with people through music pushed him to do something ridiculous that came to fruition.
I couldn't help but to connect with that very concept. In the same way, I am driven to make my dream happen: serving in cross-cultural ministry and empowering women with the love of Christ. But the best part, there are so many people who are helping make it happen. Seasoned missionaries, Bible professors, family and friends, missionary care workers, church families, and so many others who believe in the mission and believe in me.
At one point in the film (spoiler) they're watching the sunrise and Jon talks about how in that moment he received an answer to a question he was a afraid to ask, "Why do I matter?"
You matter because you are Mine.
Because the Dreamer Himself created you and me, we must dream and create too. Because we are sons and daughters of the King, our dreams, our hopes, our lives matter. I often wonder what I could do to bring myself value. What success I could achieve, what people I could have status to, what mountains I need to climb? I never want to be mediocre, but wanting to be the best at everything that I do to prove my worth to both myself and others, maybe even to my Creator, is not a healthy or righteous motivation. Instead, I am empowered by my worth that predates my success and my failure. Created in the image of my God and sustained by the redeeming blood of Jesus, I am free to dream.
David's 139th Psalm is a declaration of the goodness of God in relationship with us. At the end of declaring the Lord knowing him intimately, says, "Lead me in the way of the everlasting!" As we are empowered by belonging to the Sovereign Lord, let us humby ask to be led in the way of the eternal, placing our minds on that is above, as Paul would later write.
I've got my eyes wide open to dreams bigger than I can imagine in a Kingdom more beautiful than any place on this Earth. Dreams bigger than evangilizing in the slowness of a cafe, bigger than serving refugees, or ministering to women in Europe.
I ask you, too, my dear friend, what is your dream? Who will it take to come to fruition?