The other day I turned 40. That’s one of those markers that got me thinking. For some reason, 30 was nothing. I still wasn’t thinking about the length of life or taking all that much stock of where I was going or where I had been, but this one had that effect. I figure I’m at least half-way-actually, I thought I was half-way at 35. It’s all a bunch of selfish nonsense really. People talk about dreams; dreaming big, praying God-sized prayers, stuff like that. It’s all about me. To be honest, dreaming like that was something I did when I was younger, and I’m glad most of my dreams from back then didn’t come true. Now, my dreams are more like the goals given in the word about “…walking humbly with your God.” If I can do that, who cares where I end up or what I end up doing. I’ll leave that to God. My goals now are more for the day than for the next 5 years. Maybe that’s a bit of a cop-out, but I tend to overcomplicate things, so I try to keep things as simple as I can.
Going back to the dreams as a kid. When I was about 13, my dreams changed from wanting to sprout wings and fly like a bird through the sky or have my motorcycle just lift off the ground and fly above the tree tops to being a rock star. I started listening to bands like Guns and Roses. I would read in magazines how when you were a rock star, not only did you get paid a ton of money, people expected you to be a maniac and trash hotel rooms and get arrested. It was good for your image. How fantastic was that! Girls loved you. All you had to do was get on stage and play music every night and then go to the next town-no consequences, no tomorrow. Everybody else went to school and work and you just lived a party every day and every night. I thought that would be the greatest for every reason. As time went on, it became clear that my dream wasn’t going to happen… and actually, that was ok. I didn’t really want to be one of those guys anyway. Now looking back, it’s laughable. Actually, I’m glad that dream didn’t come true. I’d probably be dead.
So turning 40 got me thinking. Dreams. Goals, Am I where I am supposed to be? Am I setting things up right for my future? Will I be organized enough to get through this thing? Will all this travel and “no home” business come back to bite me in the end? I’d like to think that life is more about who you are with and how you do things than what you do. Sitting here today, I don’t care all that much that I’m 40, that I have no money, or that the next 5 years are not all “lined out” in my head.
I bet one of the main purposes of dreams is hope. Without hope the people perish, right? As believers, we hope in the Lord. We hope is his promises. We put faith in his words and live by them even when it means our dreams don’t come true. It’s counterintuitive. Like Paul’s thing about being content and “..in need..” at the same time.
We want God’s dream to come true. I play my part, he does the rest. Some people are going to be #1 at what they do and others are going to rid the world of poverty. Good for them. It’s simpler than that for me. It’s less about what I do and more about how I do it. It’s about coming back to the basics.
“…what does the Lord require of you but to do justice, and to love kindness, and to walk humbly with your God?”