I’ve matured. Believe it or not, I really have matured. You can even ask Lea if I’ve matured (Okay, maybe it wouldn’t be best to ask Lea). But, I really feel that I have matured over the last 20 years in my marriage, as a person and as a Christian. What really excites me is I can see spiritual maturity in my life. One of the ways that I know I’ve grown and matured is that my dreams have changed. Years ago my dreams centered around me doing something great and being the center of attention. Here are 3 silly examples of my old dreams.
- BASKETBALL: I remember in about 10th grade dreaming of scoring the winning shot in the championship basketball game. I’d sit in English class, dreaming off in my own little world and play the video over and over in my head. There I was with 3 seconds on the clock and the ball comes to me. I have to shoot or we will lose. So I shoot the ball up over the tallest person on the other team just as the buzzer goes off. Believe it or not, the ball would swoosh through the net as the buzzer went off to win the championship game. And, of course, as I shot that game winning shot, I just so happened to fall into the lap of all the cheerleaders. Yea, some dream, huh? I’d replay that dream over and over in my head in that English class. (Come to think of it, I don’t think I made a very good grade in that class. Sure don’t know why!)
- AIRPLANES: I also remember the airplane dream in 11th grade (probably during the same English class I had to retake). You know the airplane dream don’t you? The one where the pilot and co-pilot eat bad fish and they need someone to fly the plane. The stewardesses, who just happen to be the same cheerleaders from the first dream, ask, “Can anyone fly the plane? We’re going to die if someone can’t fly the plane.” I sit there waiting for someone to raise their hand and no one does, so I raise mine and say, “I guess if no one else can fly the plane I’ll do it.” Believe it or not, I land the plane safely. Everyone lives and I’m a hero, not knowing at the time that the plane was full of important people that I saved like Senators, millionaires, sports heroes and of course those cheerleaders who worked as stewardesses. Television crews were there for interviews. I still remember the interview. I said with an “awe shucks” tone, “I didn’t do anything all that great. It really wasn’t that big of a deal.”
- TULSA WORKSHOP: Then there was preaching school. Two young preaching students dreaming about brotherhood fame. My friend Craig Hicks and I would sit in class and dream about getting to preach at the Tulsa Soul Winning Workshop. It was the biggest and grandest of all workshops. They only invited the best of the best to speak at the Tulsa Workshop so we’d talk about getting “the call.” Terry Rush would say, “Craig & Trey, we need you to preach at the Tulsa Workshop this year. We have big problems, Marvin’s sick and Walling’s getting a little to ‘out there’ for us, so we need you guys to fill in.” Craig and I would always answer, “Terry, we’ll have to check our appointment books to see if we are even available that weekend. We’re really booked these days you know.” Then Craig and I would say, “Yea, we’ll help you out. We’d hate for you to cancel the Workshop this year.” Craig and I would talk out the scenarios of the Tulsa Workshop over and over, and dream of speaking in the Pavilion in front of thousands of people. Wow, that was a dream too. (Craig and I actually discussed this funny story recently: here. And did you notice I finally out grew the cheerleaders?)
I look back at dreams like these and laugh. I’m thankful I’ve matured and my dreams have changed. I’m not into dreams about basketball shots, piloting planes, cheerleaders or even speaking at the Tulsa Workshop anymore. I’m thankful that my dreams are not about “me” anymore. Instead I’m pretty content with being a dad, a husband and Christian. And as for dreams now, I still have three: Raise four boys to be fine Christian young men, be the loving husband Lea deserves and be a faithful follower of Jesus.