The other night I dreamt of a youth workshop I participated in years ago. It was a gospel music choir for young people and eventually their younger siblings. There were so many children running around waiting for their older brothers and sisters that a separate choir was formed to accommodate them. It was two weeks of back to back and nonstop organized chaos and I loved every moment. Two weeks that required months of prayer, planning, and preparation.
In the dream, however, the event was current and not twenty years prior. A top gospel artist was there along with many young people. I had forgotten to pray for the meaning of it during my devotional time yesterday. This morning it was fresh on my mind when I awakened.
As I began to pray, I was reminded of my own dreams to have a conference for this generation of young people. A place where they can share, learn and grow. Sharing their creative abilities with the body of Christ along with their friends and family. Along with growing in their faith while learning to believe in themselves. Knowing that they have value and worth as individuals in a society that devalues them. But after a few attempts of presenting the idea and it not bearing fruit I lost interest in trying to pursue it. I grew weary of struggling to do what I knew God had placed on my heart to do.
Hughes in his poem entitled Harlem says…
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore—
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over—
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
I don’t know what happened to this great poet’s dream, but my dream of launching a conference will not let me go. Having said that it’s time to revisit and revise that dream. I need to go before the Lord once again for a new plan of attack. Know that this time I will not be stopped!
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