I Have A Dream!!!
Those words were uttered before many of us were born. That dream has made progress since that time, but it has not been totally fulfilled yet.
Many of us who blog have dreams. We work at our day job hoping to make the jump to our dream job. There’s just one problem.
For many of us our dream job or our dream is selfish. It’s all about us. It’s focused solely on our own benefit. It doesn’t focus on what it will do for others. It’s about getting me out of this drudgery into something that I can be excited about on Sunday nights or Monday mornings.
Dreams have a strange way of taking us on a detour. Take Jacob’s boy, Joseph. He dreamed some dreams. His family would bow before him. He was special. He had the coat of many colors. His dream landed him in a pit. Then slavery. Then jail. Then as the second in command of a nation.
Martin Luther King had a dream. His was dream of equality. Not superiority. Equality. Where the people of his race could walk side by side with others. He preached it. He proclaimed it. He walked and he marched. It landed him in jail. Threats were made on his life. Finally, he was assassinated. Why? Because of a dream.
Dreaming can be dangerous. Why? Because if it is a dream that really matters, a dream that challenges and changes people, then you will meet resistance. You will make enemies. You might die.
Is your dream worth that? If not, then it may not be much of a dream. It may only be a hope and a wish.
That’s the difference between a selfish dream and one that wants to help others. One might change you and your circumstances. The other may change the world.
Do you have a dream?
On the chance that you are looking at blogs today, I wish you the Merriest of Christmases. May the Lord whose birth we celebrate grant you blessing today.
I am taking a break leading up to Christmas. This is an older post. The royal couple, who are currently expecting a child, had just become engaged. I hope I am a better writer now than then.
One of the big news items recently has been the engagement of Prince William of England. The royal family of England recently announced that William is engaged to Kate Middleton. The media frenzy has been incredible.
What is incredible to me is the attention this receives in the United States. It is almost as though we Americans think that England’s royalty is our royalty. It some ways it baffles me. Yet, it also tells me something.
It tells me that in our hearts, we want royalty. We want a king to rule over us. We really want to believe that there is someone that is born to a position of authority over us. We want to bow down before someone. Guess what? Christmas tells us we can.
Psalm 2 is a psalm that also serves as a messianic prophecy. It tells of God’s annointed, the Messiah, who is installed as king. The nations rage against him. He scoffs at His enemies. He defeats them. And He is worshipped.
That is what Christmas is really all about. The King came. He performed a work. He went home. Now, He is coming again. We, who are left behind, wait for Him to come back again. We wait for him to ultimately defeat His enemies. We wait to bow down in His presence. We wait to worship as we never have before.
This is what Christmas is all about. This is Christmas.
I am taking a break this weekend and posting some older posts. This is last year’s Festivus post. My friend David and I are not working together any longer, but I know that we are celebrating it together in spirit.
I don’t know if you are familiar with Festivus.
It’s a fake holiday that was created by the dad of one the writers of Seinfeld. It made its appearance on the show and in the broader conscience of America in an episode called The Strike. The thought of Frank Costanza buying George a doll and failing, resulting in the creation of Festivus makes me laugh.
There are a few requirements of celebrating Festivus. First, you have to air your grievances with those you are celebrating with. This is different from the normal airing of grievances that occurs on a daily basis.
Next comes the feats of strength. Some form of wrestling is an outstanding way to achieve this one.
Finally, you must be on the lookout of the Festivus miracle.
And don’t forget the Festivus pole. This is simple an aluminum pole on a stand.
My friend, David, and I will be celebrating this today at lunch. We have plenty of grievances. I plan on putting David in a figure-four leg-lock. However, the Festivus miracles have already happened. Yesterday, I was told th at our washer had torn up while Jan and I were at work. After we got home, we found out that it was just a faulty setting. A Festivus miracle. My sports team, the University of Tennessee Volunteers, received the commitment of a five-star player who graduated high school early and will play immediately. It had to be the reach of the power of Festivus, right?
Of course, all of this is in fun. None of this is serious. David and I like to have this bit of fun every year.
Don’t forget what this season of the time is about. It’s really about the birth and arrival of Christ. Let this reality become a part of your life all year-long. Don’t limit it to a few days toward the end of the year.
Do you celebrate Festivus? How do you celebrate it?
I am taking a break this weekend leading up to Christmas. This is a post I wrote a couple of years ago on another blog I wrote. I hadn’t committed to writing on a regular basis as you can tell from this post. I look at this one with fondness and I hope I have improved since 2010.
Christmas is hard.
Do you remember waiting as a kid for Christmas? It never could get here could it? When did you start getting really excited about Christmas as a kid? For me, it was when my grandma would get the Sears Christmas Wish Book. From October on I would sit there for hours looking through that book. Wishing. Waiting. Wanting.
Writing a blog is hard. I usually write one a week. I’ve committed myself to writing one a day through Christmas. It’s hard to sit down and write what you have on your heart and mind every day.
What I’m writing about was hard for a group of people. They were looking forward to the Messiah coming. Israel was waiting on the virgin born Son of god. They were waiting for Emmanuel. God with us. Wishing. Waiting. Wanting.
It’s hard for those of us who put our faith in the One whose coming we celebrate at this time of year. We are looking forward to Him coming back to us and for us some day. Wishing. Waiting. Wanting.
That’s what Christmas is all about. Wishing. Waiting. Wanting.
Have you ever found Christmas to be hard?
I was driving around to my house the other day when I saw a rare sight. It was one that sent a shiver up my spine. A van was pulling into my driveway.
Now, for many of you, that may not seem like a big deal. You live in the city or somewhere that isn’t too far off the beaten path.
Me? I live in a holler. Not a hollow. Nothing that fancy. A holler. So, as I am apt to do, my antenna went up.
Was it someone who wanted to visit the Christy set? Yes, the TV show Christy was filmed where I live around twenty years ago. People drive by quite often and ask if they can go visit the set. And, unfortunately, I have to say no. The condition of what was left behind is not in the best shape these days.
Nope. That wasn’t it. It was the other best guess when strangers come to my house.
It was the Jehovah’s Witnesses.
Somehow they usually miss me. Maybe they try to avoid me now. One time they came by when I was building a deck over Memorial Day weekend. I was hot and sweaty and didn’t have time to talk. I just bear-hugged one of them and told him I loved him. I haven’t seen that fellow since.
This time it was a couple of ladies. They opened up with some niceties and pleasantries. Then they got to it.
“This time of year means a lot of things to a lot of people.” she said nice enough. “What does it mean to you?”
I paused for a second and said, “It means that God invaded the world in human form so that He could live a perfect life and die for our sins.”
From there she kept trying to show me in The Watchtower that Christmas really meant presents and family to me.
I told her that, yes indeed, we give gifts and spend time with family, but that Christmas is about Christ.
She tried to leave me her literature, but I declined. I told her that there really wasn’t a point since I wouldn’t read it anyway. I guess that isn’t true. I’ve read them before, just to see what their take on things are.
The thing about it is there were two or three takeaways I had from this experience.
Once, none of us like people cold calling us at home, whether it’s a vacuum cleaner salesman or a JW.
Second, I really need to prepare a bit because they will be back.
Finally, Christmas is about Jesus.
Have you ever had an interesting Christmas visit?
I’m looking back at some posts I wrote last year on Fridays leading up to Christmas. Here is one I wrote about our Christmas past. Follow this link to see what I wrote last year.
No matter who you are or what your age is, I believe I can say something about you. There is something I feel I can I can say definitively about you and me.
We all have dreams. We all have a vision we wish for our lives.
Perhaps you disagree with me. Maybe you think that the time for dreams and visions are over. Maybe you think that’s ok for kids or even for those who are young in college or newly married. Maybe you think that visions and dreams are rare now.
I might agree with you. Except. Except for the fact that there is a Dream Giver. There is someone who is the Visioneer. If we follow Christ we have a source for dreams and visions.
Long before Christ, God told Israel that there was a new day coming. The Lord spoke through Joel and said there was a day coming when He would pour out His Spirit on mankind. He said that sons and daughters would prophesy. Old men would dream dreams. Young men would see visions.
All of this would come through pouring His Spirit out.
Peter quotes this a few hundred years later as he is preaching during Pentecost.
Guess what? This kind of talk scares people. They don’t want to believe it. They don’t want to believe that the Spirit will still give them dreams and visions today.
Why? Why would this have stopped. Nothing is said that implies that this is a one time thing.
I’m not saying that you will get a vision or dream from the Lord a day to direct every action of your life. I’m not saying that we will walk around in some mystical stupor just waiting for a sign, dream or vision.
I’m just asking if you want to have a dream for your life? Do you want your life, marriage, vocation or avocation to have a vision? How about your church?
Ask Him to give you your dreams. Ask him to give you the vision for your life.
He said that He would give dreams to the old. He said He would give visions to the young.
Don’t limit yourself. And for heaven’s sake, don’t limit God.
Do you have dreams and visions for your life? Have you asked the Lord to give them to you?
Watching Christmas movies is part of our tradition each year. Last year I wrote this post describing my five favorite Christmas movies. Please follow the link and share your favorites.