So this guy comes up to me and says, “What’s the vision? What’s with big idea?” I open my mouth and the words come out like this…
The vision?
The vision is Jesus:
Obsessively, dangerously, undeniably Jesus.
The vision is of an army of young people.
You see bones? I see an army.
And the army is discipled-
Young people who beat their bodies into submission.
Every soldier would take a bullet for his comrade in arms.
The tattoo on their back boasts “for me to live is Christ and to die is gain.”
And the generation prays like a dying man with groans beyond talking,
With warrior cries, sulphuric tears and great barrow loads of laughter!
Waiting. Watching. 24-7-365
Whatever it takes they will give:
Breaking the rules,
Shaking mediocrity from its cosy little hide,
Laying down their rights and their precious little wrongs,
Their DNA chooses Jesus.
He breathes out. They breathe in.
They had a blood transfusion with Jesus.
Their prayers summon the Hound of Heaven and evoke the dream of Eden.
And, this vision will be.,
It will come to pass. It will come easily. It will come soon.
How do I know?
Because, this is the longing of creation itself, the groaning of the spirit,
the very dream of God.
And, my feeble, whispered, faithless prayer invokes a thunderous, resounding, bone-shaking, great “AMEN!” from countless angels, from heroes of the faith, from Christ himself.
And He is the original dreamer, the ultimate winner.
Guaranteed.
