My Dreaming

My Dream

I dream of world with no pain: where all are fed and clothed and educated and loved.

I dream of a world where we know how long we will live and can plan accordingly.

I dream of a world where all believe in God or higher power but there were no denominations: where there is only the family of God.

My personal dream is to bring back some of my youthful energy.  Getting older is hard. I still have some of the enthusiasm. How do I put it to work? 

My dream is to be disciplined enough to achieve my goals of organizing my life work.  This is in part planning to die, almost like a will. What will I leave behind?

My dream is to believe in myself enough to know that I can do it.  Should I compile my funeral workbook?  Should I just enjoy retirement? Is fear of failure part of my decision making? Do I need help and if so who do I need?  So many questions. Not as many answers.

I dream of a world without Covid19. This pandemic has brought home to me how much I need people.  I love being part of this group and meeting new people.

And then there is church.

I dream of a church where men and women are equals.  If some may be ordained, then all could be ordained. I even dream of an ordination (the sacrament of) that is useful for a short period of time, fashioned after the idea of the Peace Corp.  Would not we all benefit from the talents of many instead of just a few.

The idea of live streaming has opened up many possibilities for the church, but it is still a male centered hierarchical entity. There is very little justice in the church from the poor pay and benefits its employee received to the firing of teachers who either are gay or support gay rights.  The faithful have been making up for the poor leadership of the clergy. Church is not a building but the people of God.

Dreaming has brought me thus far and I assume it will continue to keep my imagination going at full speed.

2 thoughts on “My Dreaming

  1. Ruth,

    “My dream is to believe in myself enough to know that I can do it.” If you can dream and desire to believe in yourself, why can’t you? As someone who battles self-doubt and is challenged by many unanswered questions, I have been renewed this week in remembering the strength and reality of my conscience. The most secret sanctuary where God speaks to me (and you). I encourage you to perhaps be open to the ways that perhaps God is already moving through your life and leaving a mark. Perhaps the life work that you leave behind, will not occur in the same way or pace as it once was, but I imagine you have gifts and wisdom now that you didn’t when you were a youth. I am grateful for your perspective and inspired by a vision of your own personal engagement in creating a more just world and Church in your season of life.

    Thank you!
    Catherine

  2. Ruth, I can relate to so much of what you dream of: “where there is only the family of God.”…”to bring back some of my youthful energy.” Getting older is hard! You seem to be willing to grow and challenge yourself. I can only imagine your funeral workbook would be tremendously helpful to those of us “of a certain age” and a gift to so many.

    I wanted to use this quote from Isaiah 40:31 “…but those who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength, they shall mount up with wings like eagles, they shall run and not be weary, they shall walk and not faint.”

    I understand your comment about “Church is not a building but the people of God.” I’ve been thinking about that lately and I would like to send you something I wrote via email – would you please share your email address?
    Thanks,
    -Barbara Belle

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