He was standing by the window, watching. He had heard them coming. They were hard to miss. They backed down their truck with their back-up lights flashing and their alarm blaring as they came on to our cul-de-sac. He was fascinated, particularly by the guys who were hanging off the back of the truck.
If you asked our youngest son what he wanted to be when he grew up, he was pretty sure. He wanted to be a garbage man. What could be cooler than riding on the back of a big truck?
When you’re a kid, the world is full of possibilities – at least I hope so. There is a wonderful gift that kids have. It’s called imagination. Our son didn’t want to be bothered by the down side of picking up garbage all day long. He saw the adventure of holding on and balancing on the tail end of a huge truck, jumping off and jumping on. What could be more fun than that?
What did you want to be when you grew up? What do you want to be when you grow up? Some of us haven’t made it yet. My wish is that we can hold on to the gift of imagination in a world that likes to crush it out of us.
It doesn’t seem long before we are told to stop dreaming, just about the time when we should turn up our dream capacitor to full power. In our technological age, children seem to have lost the art of playing. They sit in front of a computer, watch television, or get absorbed in one game system or another when sometimes what they really need to do is go outside and play.
I know there are wonderful programs that challenge and inspire on these ever-more sophisticated electronic toys, but I remember my first game box: it was a cardboard box an appliance came in. It became a fort or a tent or a giant roll toy on a grassy hill.
God gave us these amazing minds to dream new dreams, to stretch, to attempt, to imagine. Don’t let your computer think for you. Don’t surrender your imagination to some tech wizard. Go outside and play, walk around, run around. Lie around and look up. See the true Master at work. Glory in His genius. Applaud His majesty.
While you’re at it, take a look in the mirror. The psalmist wrote in Psalm 139: “Thank You for making me so wonderfully complex! Your workmanship is marvelous – how well I know it. How precious are Your thoughts about me, O God.”
You are never too old to dream.