I turned 50 a week ago! I didn’t think it would hit me quite like it did, but I can say that I have more hope and more anticipation for the future than I thought I would at this point in my life.
One of my favorite parts of the Bible is in the book of Acts. The Holy Spirit came like a mighty rushing wind. There was lot’s of cool Holy Spirit stuff and Peter stands up and reminds the crowd of Joel’s prophecy…
“‘In the last days, God says, I will pour out my Spirit on all people. Your sons and daughters will prophesy, your young men will see visions, your old men will dream dreams.” Acts 2:17
We’re in “the last days” and as I read that verse, I realize that I now fit into every one of those categories! I’m a son, so I prophesy. I’m still a young man, so I see visions. But now that I can apply for an AARP card, I dream dreams!!! That’s what I want to talk briefly to you about.
Today in the evangelical church, I don’t believe that we have enough white-haired (or no-haired) men that understand their Kingdom relevance of being dreamers. For some reason, it seems, they’ve become more obligated to the function of the church as an organization than to their fascination with God. Don’t get me wrong, the former is good, but the latter is ultimate. When we begin losing our fascination with the presence of God, we start living our lives looking back. Any time your memories are more powerful than your dreams, you sabotage your future and, look out, the next generation’s future. When fear creeps in and says, “you’re too old and irrelevant” we can become people who will do or say anything to protect what we have or what we’ve had. The “new” becomes a threat as opposed to an adventure to be enjoyed with sons and daughters.
In the late 1800’s there was a fiery Methodist preacher named Milton Wright. On one particular Sunday, Bishop Wright stood in the pulpit and proclaimed, “If God had intended man to fly, He’d have given him wings.” Sitting in one of the pews that Sunday were two of Milton Wright’s sons — Orville and Wilbur. What one generation was proposing as restrictions, regulations, rules and limitations, another generation was hearing as possibilities. Now, to be fair to Bishop Wright, he did become one of Orville and Wilbur’s biggest supporters and encouragers. At age 81, Milton went for a ride with Orville in a Wright Model B and thought Orville was flying a bit too conservatively. He could be heard shouting over the noise of the engine, “higher, Orville, higher!!”
I’m a dreamer – always have been. And I never want to get in the way of, or stifle the next generation of dreamers. Nor do I want to be a bystander. In fact, they’re going to have to run fast to catch me ‘cause I’m about to catch my second wind and outrun them all! I hope you get my drift. But I do have a heart to put the next generation on my shoulders and exclaim, “Higher! Go higher!”
Hopefully you’ll see that this note isn’t just for the “old men.” It’s time for allthe dreamers to come alive. It’s time to rise up out of the conformity and be the ones dreaming dreams of the possibilities of God for the future generations!