Joel 2:28
"And afterward, I will pour out my
Spirit on all people.
Your
sons and daughters will prophesy,
your
old men will dream dreams,
your
young men will see visions.
A week ago, my wife and I had the
privilege of reconnecting with a young couple who had been a part of our church during their college years. I was encouraged as they recounted their experience
at with us, and how they look back on that time with fondness and appreciation.
They had their two children with them, and at one point their son was
encouraged to enter into the conversation. In a tongue-in-cheek manner he said,
sure I’ll share my memories of being at this church. (This couple left for the Twin Cities
when he was less than one year old.)
That
conversation has rattled around in my mind and jarred a few thoughts loose.
When we are young, and our life stretches out in front of us, we are full of
dreams. We dream about all of the exciting possibilities that are out there. We
dream about what we want to do with our lives, even if we don’t have a clue.
When we get older, we spend far more time looking back and recounting memories
of how life turned out. They think about what worked and what didn’t work. We
celebrate our successes and mourn our defeats. When we are young, we dream.
When we are old, we remember.
When
I began my ministry at our church, I was carried along by enthusiasm. I didn’t have
a clear cut plan for where God was leading us, but I was committed to
discovering it, to the best of my ability. I took some bold steps along the
way, always with an eye on the possible. Growth and expansion were not a wish,
they were an expectation. Now 30 years later, I find myself spending much more
time looking back than forward. I rejoice in how far God has brought us, and
how much of my dream actually materialized. I also reflect upon all of the
things that did not turn out the way I expected them to turn out.
Disappointment is a part of life. We cannot avoid it. We can decide what we are
going to do with it. It can either be a catalyst for change or a millstone that
immobilizes us.
The
other day, as I was reflecting upon some of these things, Joel 2:28 came to my
mind. In that passage, God gave the prophet Joel a glimpse of the future. God
told him that a time was coming when God would pour out his spirit on all
people. The outcome would be a significant change in perspective. I want to
focus on just one phrase: your old men will dream dreams.
We
live in a youth oriented culture. Almost everything is geared toward engaging
young adults. One outcome of this is that people are trying to hang onto their
youth as long as possible. As people get older, they are doing some pretty
crazy things to look young on the outside, even as they age on the inside. This
focus on youth has permeated the church as well. Many of the loudest voices
within church culture are young voices, filled with great enthusiasm, big
dreams, and little perspective. The age of honoring those who have walked the
journey the longest seems to be passing. Age has become a liability, not an
asset.
Lest
I sound like I am whining, I think that a big part of the problem is that many
of us who are on the other side of life’s crest have stopped dreaming and have
spent too much time looking back. It is time to start dreaming dreams again.
I am
always challenged by the worlds of Paul in Philip. 3:10-14.
I
want to know Christ and the power of his resurrection and the fellowship of
sharing in his sufferings, becoming like him in his death, and so, somehow, to
attain to the resurrection from the dead.
Not that I have already obtained all
this, or have already been made perfect, but I press on to take hold of that
for which Christ Jesus took hold of me. Brothers, I do not consider myself yet
to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and
straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for
which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.
Paul
understood what we often forget. The race of life is not over until we cross
the finish line. As long as we have breath in our lungs, our race is not over.
The greatest gift that age gives to us is the gift of perspective. It allows us
to cut through the fluff and the clutter of life and zero in on what is most
important and most valuable. Looking back can help us to see what has paid
dividends and what has not. With this perspective, it can help us to make
better decisions in the future. We all have many years of fruitful ministry
ahead of us, if we will tap into the power of the Holy Spirit and dream dreams.
The
church needs the enthusiasm and vitality of the young. The church also needs
the wisdom and perspective of the “old.” I think that is a part of what God was
saying through Joel. It is as we couple the visions of the young and the dreams
of the old that we can see amazing things happen.
Paul
wrote to Timothy and encouraged him to not let people look down on him because
he was young. If I may take the liberty to rephrase that for today, Don't let
anyone look down on you because you are “older”, but set an example for the
believers in speech, in life, in love, in faith and in purity.
Satchel
Page was a star baseball player in the old Negro Leagues. After Jackie Robinson
broke the color barrier in Major League Baseball, Page got his chance to shine.
He was signed as a pitcher with the Cleveland Indians. Page had no birth
certificate, so people always questioned his age. He had a classic response.
“How old would you be, if you didn’t know how old you was?” The issue for all
of us is not age, it is attitude.
Forgetting
what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal
to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.
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