Daniel 4: 1-8
O God of Dreamers,
We wonder what our dreams mean. It's been a stumbling block for most of your people over the centuries and throughout generations. What are those visions we see after a long day? What is the meaning behind the stories that play out behind closed eyelids? Sometimes our dreams are scary or confusing, and we are so relieved to wake up. Other times we wish we could stay a little bit longer in dreamland, as though it's better than real life. What do our dreams tell us about ourselves, about you?
And then there are the dreams that take place between the hours we are awake. We all have them. You know the famous ones: the "I have a dream's" and the "You may say I'm a dreamer" ones. These dreams have moved mountains of hate and fear and opened up doors of new realities.
O God, I believe that our dreams are our deepest longing for our lives and for the life of the world.
I am not as prophetic as your son Martin Luther King, Jr…I wish I were.
I am not as poetic as your son John Lennon…though I'd love to be.
Even their dreams made a lot of people mad.
So perhaps all this is for nothing, (but I really don't think it is.)
What is my dream for the world?
For me, it looks a lot like love - the kind that finds itself in the least likely of places; the kind that follows us around no matter how much we try to lose it.
It looks like unity…without uniformity. It has color…a lot of color.
It walks with a slower pace…it values watching and listening to the secrets of nature.
It looks a lot like people working together and respecting one another.
My dream has the feel of a much needed gentle rain on a hot Texas day.
It sounds like my favorite song in the world and doesn't get annoyingly stuck in my head.
My dream is like the first bite of a hot, home-cooked meal for someone who hasn't eaten in days…mixed with the assurance that this bite will not be the last.
O God, make my dreams come true.