When Our Dreams Die
Last time we contrasted the value of our dreams with the dream that God has for us. But what do we do as our dreams for what constitutes a better life are ripped from our grasp.
The dreams for life that we have are often the perfection of some aspect of our identity. From this we get a sense of what righteousness looks like. The ultimate value of self.
So, when dreams begin to die, and move from within our grasp, the deficit in value is perceived as an abandonment by God. If God loved me, then He’d give me my dreams right?
But, Jesus does not use the dreams of the false self to sanctify us. [That’s tweetable.]
As our dreams are stripped from us, sometimes ruthlessly, and die, we fall into several possible reactions.
We may fight harder for the dream. Grasp harder. Refusing to examine the false self, but insisting on feeding the brokenness. The husband who seeks his identity in the love of a woman and tries harder and harder to make her happy.
Or we may die with the dream. Abandoning God. Adopting an identity of brokenness. Degrading ourselves because we feel we deserve no better.
Some avoid the death of the dream and simply replace it. Marriage not working out – move on to being a mom.
But, the way we are sanctified is to grieve the death of our dream. Mourn it so it can be let go. Then we can be open to real conversion. Developing the ability to be more fully centered in Christ.
After death, before there can be new life, there has to be grief. Waiting. Questioning. Then we can embrace the blessing of the new.
Then we will be ready. That is the Paschal mystery. Entered into by Christ.
And we are to enter into it again and again. As we confront false source of identity and Christ smooths them away on the journey of revealing his creation in us. We are his workmanship.
For that to be revealed, our dreams must die.
What dreams for yourself are you having a tough time letting die?