And when the snow and ice became so unbearable that we couldnt get the car out of the hollow, we would hitch the mare up to the skid and I would take Daddy to the highway to hitch a ride to work. It seems like a bad dream now, but then it was a way of life for us.
The path from the back door of our country home to the outhouse was a way of life too.
I spent many hours in that dream house. It was a place where a boy could read the Sears Roebuck catalog and dream. He could dream of wearing the finest clothes that the catalog afforded, and he vowed as soon as he could, he would buy his mom those new appliances that were in his dream book.
Then I remember the day that Daddy invented the light bulb, and he hung it in my dream shack.
Now to my joy, I could spend even some evenings with my dreams. I could see myself buying Momma those new dresses, and some other stuff that would make her life much easier, maybe some warm gloves and a nice winter coat.
As a young boy there was no limit to where I could go with my dreams.
Well, Im much older today, but I still dream those impossible dreams.
These are desperate days. Who dares to dream? Who dares to believe the impossible?
The scriptures tell us, that without a vision, people perish. We need dreamers today, folks who can quit looking over their shoulders, and look to the future those who will quit talking defeat, and will dream about winning, those who will cease with the depressing rhetoric, and dream of better things to come.
Only the weak rely on one man to give us all of our solutions. It has always been societies who have come together in hope.
We must not abandon ship, nor allow one man to control the Titanic. We must come together in words, hope and faith. Well, I still dream, and some of my boyhood dreams came through that I had in my dream shack.
And yours will too.
Mark McGuire is pastor of Noble Church of God in LaFayette. He can be reached at (706) 764-1093 or at email@example.com.
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