Then something happened that always has happens when asking a great question... in it's quiet way, entitlement slipped in the back door.
- Even when I live in the hope for personal transformation into the likeness of Christ by the power of the Spirit who lives within me,
- Even when I pursue the call to maturity through the finishing work of perseverance (James 1),
- Even when my beautiful appetite is aroused for God,
my demands show up saying things like:
- I wonder if people will find out that I'm really a fraud when it comes to a disciplined life?
- What of my ugly interior world might soon be exposed?
- Will I ever be able to have a conversation without thinking about myself?
Three of the many subtle ways in which I am really saying... "God, don't you see how hard I'm trying? Why don't You hustle and change me, You MUST!"
Why am I writing you about all this, Billy? First of all, I miss seeing you. And second, because you love conversations about dreams, and I wanted to tell you the short one I just awoke from:
While in a large room with a huge swimming pool in the middle, a beautiful and inviting voice announces to all, "Who wants to come?" Instantaneously, I'm on the high dive, fully clothed and in my right mind, and bounding off the end of the board... up first to the high, high ceiling, then jack-knifing perfectly downward into the pure water, whispering (but loud enough for all to hear), "I can't wait!"
There is a continual invitation to come. Just come.
Without ME in mind. (What score will the Russian judge give for that beauty of a dive?)
Come without standards, comparisons, demands or benefits.
Come to the Beautiful One.
Come.
