In Short: Heaven

I am not eloquent, extravagant, or profound. I am simple, honest and full of integrity. I am not perfect, pious, or cynical. I am flawed, forgiven and redeemed. I have dreams; dreams that are at times so heavy it feels like my chest will cave in or my head explode. I love dreams. More than dreams I love people who empower us to dream. People who at all cost live in such a way or die in such a way so that their dreams are realized, but more, that others dreams are realized. I don’t dream about economy, don’t fret about tyranny, and I don’t strive for a dollar. My dreams are centered in another place. A place where tears are foreign and smiles are plenty, a place where grace is the government and mercy the law. In this place no mans hand has ever touched, they are not needed, therefore haven’t had the opportunity to corrupt. It’s builder and maker is God, sovereign over all, perfect in power and the originator of splendor… and He is for you. That is, if you are in Christ. This place was made possible to you and I through the death, burial, and resurrection of Jesus. He died so that we could dream this dream, so that this dream would be our reality. I pray today that my head would be in Heaven and that my feet would be planted firmly on the earth. Everything here is temporal, everything there is eternal, never ending and good. It is the place that every true believer calls home and every non-believer calls fantasy. For me, this is home. Heaven is made tangible to me every day when I stare in the mirror and see a life so radically transformed by something so much bigger than myself, someone so much bigger than myself. Can you dream? Or has this age robbed you of all your innocents and childlike faith? I hurt for those who cannot see heaven as more than clouds and stars, more than constellations and atmosphere. Heaven is near. With every breath I take I am one step closer to realizing the dream that Jesus died for. Heaven is where He is. Heaven is the reward to the undeserving sinner who has been made the saint through the blood of Jesus. Heaven is that city who’s builder and maker is God. Can you see? Soon we will… until then dream, to God sized dreams and live them out hear on the earth. Live out the Jesus that loves you. Shine light in the darkest place… and dream, dream, dream. I am going to shine and dream and write and laugh and sing and refuse to be part of a society that cannot see, that has refused to dream.