Redemption of Identity

For Dreamers— I still dream big. There’s no limits to when I can go after a dream that Papagod energizes me for. I’ve learned over time that I need to Identify the source of my dreams. So many times in the past my dream was born from someone else’s desire and it almost destroyed me. My family wanted me to be a minister, a doctor, a musician. Someone with an advanced degree. I tried and tried but they wore me out. I wanted to please those I loved but I became a prisoner of their dreams. Also I rule out dreams that are born out of brokenness. Such as to prove to someone that you can do something. I can’t allow someone’s opinion to determine my dream. I rule out dreams that are born out of my own selfish desire. I ask myself “the naked truth” questions, “Why am I really doing this?” Just to look good to others? To be more successful than the guy next Door? To be noticed? To be in charge? Look at Abraham and Ishmael. It’s unprofitable. God is liberating me from everything that hold...

The Meal The Gathering I was seated with a number of people in a hall, in a church that was gothic in design. The hall was a place of fellowship and the interior felt old. This was a group of invited guests that were there to share in fellowship, and a meal. After the meal many would leave and there was to be a smaller group of us who would remain to discuss things of the church. Somehow, I had been invited to be a part of this group. These were recognized leaders of the corporate body of Christ in our region. Whether liturgical, charismatic or any style between we were there on common ground in Christ. The gathering allowed for many guests to mill around, talking, quipping to one another, but mostly having somber conversations. It was one of those days when “small talk” was difficult for me. I ate my meal in personal quiet as the muted conversations swirled around the room. Our meal was to be followed up with a simple cake dessert. Small oblong dessert dishes were brought and ...