Have you ever had one of your dreams die?
A bomb hits your life and that dream is suddenly gone, out of reach. Or maybe you laid down your dream for the sake of another’s needs. Or … maybe you watched your dream disintegrate as circumstances overcame it. Or maybe … you didn’t realize that your dream was stagnant, but years later woke up to a life without it.
Perhaps your dream is to travel the world, to live an adventure, to have a family, to grow a garden, to run a race, to speak, to paint, to succeed in something specific. Perhaps you’ve always wanted to write a book, produce an album, become an advocate, visit Turkey, go to the moon. I don’t know … but whatever it is …
My message today is simple: its not too late.
Five years ago, I sat in the corner of our tiny apartment and hung my head – low. I had been thrust out of a life of desire and into a life of survival. Curled up in that corner, I was struck by the reality that I would never dance again. My body had changed, my opportunities had dried up, and my sorrow overwhelmed my ability to move.
Create – perhaps.
Teach others – possibly.
But me – myself – dance again?
Not possible. I couldn’t see it.
To me dance was a lost dream; a desire snuffed out, an identity buried – beyond recovery.
What I didn’t realize at the time was that death is not the end of the story where Jesus is involved. This year has been a wild ride of personal restoration for me. I didn’t know that I could be healed; but to my own surprise – its happening. One of the biggest evidences to me of my personal healing is that I am dancing again. This picture is me in my blue jeans; alive in our backyard today.
Its a miracle.
Last night I performed; a short dance piece with a small team in a community church. I felt like a dead man walking; limbs alive with the energy of heaven. I pressed my hands together and raised them to the sky in gratitude. Every subtle movement feels like a gift to me now.
Friends, its not too late.
I thought it was – but its not.
Not for you. Not for me.
Not for anyone.
Because Jesus rose from the dead.
Is there a grave you need to go visit this Easter?
A place in your life where you’ve resolved that “it’s too late”?
A part of you in need of resurrection power?
Jesus is in the business of breathing on buried dreams. I dare you to go roll back the stone on yours and see what you find.
Its the message of Easter; its not too late.