Sometimes, however, I wished that I was Superman. He has all kinds of superpowers – invincibility, x-ray vision, super strength, super speed – and, he can fly!
I’ve had a terrible dream – a recurring one. Sometimes it comes in the night, and sometimes like a day-dream. This dream only lasts a moment, but in that moment I see a snapshot of every ounce of brokenness that exists in the entire world – all at once – all in that single moment.
This morning the dream took a surreal turn as it occupied in that weird place where you are awake but still sleeping – you know what I mean. It was hard to know if the experience was real or just a dream.
“I will proclaim the name of the LORD. Oh, praise the greatness of our God! He is the Rock, his works are perfect, and all his ways are just. A faithful God who does no wrong, upright and just is he” (Deut. 32:3-4)
Yet, people went to bed hungry last night. Children were exploited. Sickness overcame life. Justice was denied to some. Lives were taken. Peace was refused. Marriages were trampled. Friendships were abused. Jobs were lost – and so much more.
None of it was His fault – but tragic all the same. I believe that God’s choice is restoration and reconciliation – we are the one’s who choose otherwise.
What would you do with God’s power for an hour?