Is it all a dream?
Is it all a dream?
“…and your old men shall dream dreams.” — Acts 2:17 KJV
By Bobby R. Henry, Sr
As we begin the New Year with some befuddled, some confused and some wanting to give up, I wonder, where are we headed? Disaster is the kismet for such a way as for those who have no faith.
A way filled with disrespect and no regard for life will surely be the gateway to misery in living such a one.
We’ve divided our communities with conflict-ridden measures. By pitting families against government and citizens against police, our country is embarked and embattled in destruction with the world, seemingly into World War III. Who will win?
As if stranded on some God forsaken island, I search the horizon, looking and hoping for a rescue vessel only to be entertained by the ghost ship, “The Flying Dutchman.”
Where is our hope and where is our recovery?
I’m reaching for hope, but it’s like trying to hold on to hot steam escaping from electrical
turbines used to cool nuclear waste. It cooks the skin from your hands, leaving only charred bones, unable to maintain a grip.
Yet my unconquerable human spirit that comes from a lineage of overcoming suffering and my determination which is fueled by oceans of ancestral blood won’t allow me to stop reaching for hope.
A spiraling of disgust towards our country from without and within appears to have created a drunkenness in our leadership that has led to a state of ‘delusions of grandeur’.
Where am I?
Poor people have no health insurance and rich people keep getting.
There used to be welcoming signs that begged people, all kinds of people, to move to Tennessee, Alabama and Georgia and people are really doing just that; now they’re wondering if they have stepped back into the Twilight Zone?
Sicknesses of all kinds are finding shelter in the homes of the rich and famous; nobody is left undisturbed in the wake of new diseases.
People in New Orleans, Puerto Rico, the Virgin Islands and many other places still can’t go home because there are no homes to go home to.
Just outside of my office is a homeless camp. I don’t have the heart to call the authorities and have them vacated or relocated. They (the homeless) say that they have no place to go.
Drive-by shootings, homeless people being killed, babies being dragged by hit-and-run-drivers and bodies being found all over the place have become the norm.
This can’t be America.
Every morning I awaken from what appears to be a reoccurring dream but with constant reminders from news media. I wonder if it is a dream at all.
It’s got to get better. Nothing ever just happens. There is a cause and effect. Where do we fit into this equation? Are we just the cause or an ill effect of the cause?
Throughout our struggles, there have always been “the needs” to keep us.
It’s as if we’re the soil that life itself is planted, grown and nurtured in. We know that unless you break the soil and plant the seed, if a struggle does not exist, then nothing can come forth.
When the storms and reality of dreams become too unpleasant, I can understand better the confrontations and emotions expressed in the words of our Negro National Anthem, ‘Lift Every Voice and Sing”, written by James Weldon Johnson and his brother, John Rosamond.
The particular stanza suitable for this piece : “God of our weary years, God of our silent tears, Thou who has brought us thus far on the way; Thou who has by Thy might Led us into the light, Keep us forever in the path, we pray. Lest our feet stray from the places, Our God, where we met Thee; Lest, our hearts drunk with the wine of the world, we forget Thee; Shadowed beneath Thy hand, May we forever stand. True to our GOD, True to our native land.”
I struggle with dreams. Reality is what fuels my dreams and the reality of it all is: “you have to have a dream in order to live.”
“And it shall come to pass in the last days, saith God, I will pour out my spirit upon all flesh: and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, and your young men shall see visions, and your old men shall dream dreams.”
As we move on into the New Year, my dream for the New Year is for all of us to dream; to dream dreams of hope and to act upon those dreams to make them come true.
Dear God, in the name of Jesus, because of your Spirit we live and because of your Spirit we dream. God grant us peace and hope that pushes us to act upon Your Love for us. In Jesus’ name, Amen.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!