When I was a kid it was possible for boys to kill evil giants and men to walk on water. When I was a kid it was possible to live inside a whale, a raging fire and a lions den. When I was a kid it was possible to pray for the sick and watch them recover. Shadows could heal, and the dead could be raised. When I was a kid I believed that with God, all impossibilities were possible.
But now Clark, as an adult, finds that this wonder has been turned into “tamed three point sermons.”
Even if you’re not a religious person, I think most people will get what Clark is writing about. We grow up searching for purpose, our story, make grand plans and think great ideas. Nothing is impossible. The wonder of life and creation is still with us. Then, one day, we wake up in a land that looks nothing like what we imagined.
Reality, some people call it. Life.
These are excuses. And not very good ones.
Sometimes it takes time to find our part in the Story. Everything conspires to put a stop to uncovering what we were meant to be or do. Forces in the world want us to give up, throw in the towel. Every once in awhile there are glimpses of where we should be. Memories. The sunset. The stars. Children who have yet been trained to give up, forget and not see.
Here’s to never giving up. Being revolutionary. Standing up to the status quo and those who say you cannot or should not, or won’t ever be.
Find your story. Don’t stop until you do. Ever.