This week, I start processing applications for Dream Year. So far, I’m blown away by the caliber of these people and their ideas.
After two years of this, I’ve come to see that the most common response to an “acceptance” into the program is not necessarily elation… but terror. Sheer holy terror.
Now I have to do this.
Now I have to pursue this dream.
There’s no going back.
When Moses freed the Israelites from the slavery, death camps, infanticide and mass slaughter of Egypt to take them to the Promised Land, watch what happens just 15 days in:
“In the desert the whole community grumbled against Moses and Aaron. The Israelites said to them, ‘If only we had died by the Lord’s hand in Egypt! There we sat around pots of meat and ate all the food we wanted, but you have brought us out into this desert to starve this entire assembly to death.’” – Exodus 16:2-3
Just two weeks into their quest, the Israelites were wishing for slavery again. Life got difficult in the wilderness; food was running low; they were forced to live by miracles; they were experiencing God in ways that only freedom could offer; and they wanted to quit.
Think about that.
They longed for bondage.
It’s not going to be easy for the participants of Dream Year. They’re going to want to quit. And they’re going to miss that “former way of life” with its “pots of meat.” But the Promised Land’s ahead, and they’ve been called to pursue it.