Calling Dreamers

Below is an extract from Bill Johnson's book "Secrets to imitating God." Let's encourage each other to live it. Blessings Bob Lipsys, Australia.

by Bill Johnson,

DREAMERS, LET’S GATHER
We are in a race. It’s a race between what is and what could be. We are uniquely positioned with the richest inheritance of all time. It has been accumulating through several thousand years of humanity encountering God, and God encountering humanity. The righteous dead are watching. They fill the heavenly stands, and have been given the name, “cloud of witnesses” (Heb. 12:1). They realize that in a relay race, each runner receives a prize according to how the last runner finishes. They invested in us for this final leg of the race, and are now waiting to see what we will do with what we’ve been given.

We’ve been given the capacity to dream and, more importantly, to dream with God. His language continues to be unveiled, His heart is being imparted, and permission has been given to try to exaggerate His goodness. We have been given the right to surpass the accomplishments of previous generations using creativity through wisdom to solve the issues facing us. Their ceiling is our floor. This is our time to run.

ONLY CHILDREN ARE READY
I remember when I was a child and my parents would have guests come over to our house to visit. It was always exciting to be part of the food and the fun. But it was painful to have to go to bed while they were still there, sitting in our living room, talking and having fun. The laughter that echoed back into my room was just torture. It was impossible for me to sleep in that atmosphere. Sometimes, when I couldn’t take it any longer, I would sneak quietly into the hallway, just to listen. I didn’t want to miss anything. If my parents caught me they usually sent me back to bed. But there were a few times when they thought my curiosity was humorous enough to let me come out to be with them just a little longer. The risk was worth it!

I’m in the hallway again. And the thought of missing something that could have been the experience of my generation is pure torture. I can’t possibly sleep in this atmosphere, because if I do, I know I’ll miss the reason for which I was born