One of the more interesting chapters in The Call is Guinness' discussion of vision, dreams, and what T.E. Lawrence called "the dreamers of the day."
Lawrence wrote:
"All men dream; but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find it was vanity; but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible."
I think most of us understand what he means.
There are dreams that come and go. We daydream about what might have been or what could be. Then there are those dreams that seem to settle deep into our bones. They refuse to leave us alone. We think about them while driving, while working, while praying, and sometimes while lying awake at night.
The older I get, the less interested I am in whether people have dreams and the more interested I become in what those dreams are doing to them.
That may be one of the places where Guinness surprised me in this chapter.
The modern world tends to celebrate every dream equally. Follow your dreams. Chase your dreams. Believe in your dreams. We hear those phrases constantly.
Guinness is much more careful.
He points out that dreams can become dangerous when they stop serving God's calling and start serving our own ambitions. His warning is memorable:
"It is easy to abuse vision and make it serve as chaplain to our conceits or bellhop to our desires."
That line hit me harder this time than it did years ago.
The truth is that I can baptize almost any ambition if I try hard enough. Most of us can. We can convince ourselves that our plans, our goals, and our desires are automatically God's plans simply because we want them badly.
That is why I have come to appreciate what I would call a disciplined dream.
A disciplined dream is still a dream. It is still bold. It is still hopeful. It is still willing to attempt difficult things. But it is held with an open hand before the Lord.
Years ago I had a dream that consumed a good portion of my coaching life - I wanted to be part of a state championship football team.
There is no need to make that sound more spiritual than it was. I wanted it badly. I thought about it constantly. We came close in 1996 and again in 1997. Those losses hurt.
But there was another part of the dream that mattered just as much.
My prayer during those years was often something like this:
"Lord, I want to win a state championship, and when we do, I want to be able to look around and still have my faith, my family, and my friends."
At the time, I probably did not realize how important that second part of the prayer was.
The early years of driving toward a dream is so costly- I have often joked that I'm going to get to heaven one day and the Lord will say, "Why did you spend all that time drawing up football plays!" And the hunger and thirst we put into that (not just me- our entire team of coaches) is hard to describe... it was just on the edge on an unhealthy obsession.... but my prayer was sincere- I had to keep my faith, my family, my friends... and the harder you push, the more agonizing the pain when you falls short- quarterfinals, semi-final losses haunted me for weeks. In 1997, I was SURE it was our time only to be knocked out by a last second field goal!
Then 1998 arrived, and we went 15-0. The dream happened. Then we did it again- then 5 years later another one- I have 9 rings in my trophy case of various State and National Championships...
Read more about them here: The Significant Insignificance
What fascinates me now is that when I look back on those seasons, the championships are wonderful memories, but they are not what I treasure most. The relationships matter more. The lessons matter more. The people matter more.
In other words, the deeper prayer turned out to be more important than the visible dream.
That realization has changed the way I think about vision.
I still have big prayers, but my dreams have changed over the years.
I find myself dreaming less about achievements and more about faithfulness. Less about accomplishment and more about influence. Less about recognition and more about seeing God at work in my family, my students, and the people He has placed around me.
Perhaps that is what happens when calling begins to shape ambition. The dream remains, but it becomes disciplined - willing to wait and even listen.
How about this one? The joy of making ANOTHER person's dream come true. Like a sherpa taking someone to the top of Everest for the very 1st time.
One of the things I appreciate about Nehemiah is that he was not merely a dreamer. He was a prepared dreamer. When the king asked what he wanted, Nehemiah already knew. He had prayed. He had planned. He had counted the cost. He had done the hard work before the opportunity arrived.
Dreams without discipline are foolish fantasies. Dreams submitted to God with discipline become callings.
As I continue this June Tune-Up, I find myself asking a different question than I would have asked twenty years ago. Back then I wanted to know whether my dreams would come true.
Now I find myself asking whether the dreams I carry are actually God's dreams for me- and if they are not, then I hope He has the kindness to replace them with something better.
Because one thing I know for certain: every dream that comes from Him will ultimately lead us closer to Him.
And that is a dream worth pursuing.
Song Link: Dangerous Dreams






