Is God's Dream Impossible?

I was listening to John Denver yesterday as I drove, my now daily trek, toward Milwaukee.  He was singing about the children in the world growing up; wanting to make a difference.  The line that caught me was:  

“We are living on the threshold of a dream —   

                                                             No more hunger, 

                                                                No more killing, 

                                                                  No more wasting life away.” 

Then the song, from Joseph Technicolor Coat, started playing in my mind: 

“May I return to the beginning

The light is dimming, and the dream is too

The world and I, we are still waiting

Still hesitating

Any dream will do.”

Which prompted my actually singing my all-time favorite songs, "Dream God's Dream" 

(Chorus)

“Dream God's dream Holy Spirit, help us dream... 

Of a world where there is justice, and where everyone is free  To build and grow and love And to simply have enough The world will change when we dream God's dream 

I'm dreaming of a world where the color of one's skin 

Will mean less than what's within the person's heart 

A world where water's clean, and where air is safe to breathe. And every child born has enough to eat. 

(Chorus) 

I'm dreaming of the call God is offering to me 

How to use my energy and my best gifts 

To do the work of Christ -- to say, God please use my life 

To spread Your healing love -- and to live your Truth 

(Chorus) 

I'm dreaming of the way that I want my life to go. 

I've got hopes and I've got goals I'd like to meet. 

I'm reaching for the stars, but I won't forget the scars 

Of Christ who died to show that the Dream's for all..”

So now I am wondering how the dream can become more the focus of our — this world populations — living action?  

I don’t mean verbal attention.  

But the actual top priority.  

                                      
God's love in action everyday. 

And yet, even as I am honest with myself, the dream seems insurmountable — to difficult — to imagine myself working on. 

No one person can do it all.  I know, I have tried for years to enable some tiny change -- in myself as well in others.

This society — the majority if this world,  has been so conditioned to look for easy, convenient, efficient, no-fuss-no-muss.  With the attitude of making sure 'I' have enough.   Enough money, food, things, time, peace, comfort, forgiveness etc..

I am not proud of this growing glitch in my character.  I can give all of the  various arguments for the ways we, me and the population,  have been raised. 

But that would be the “dimming,” wouldn’t it?  

It would be our innate ability to avoid the all too obvious need.

Excuses would invalidate a truth we don’t feel comfortable with. A truth that quite possibly forces us to work too hard, or give too much.

The small example that created all this dreaming came from a conversation at dinner the other night.  Paper towels!   A product, habit, I have grown to depend on.  

The issue at hand, in our dinner conversation, was our environment and the importance of being ecological.  Living as God first requested. Being faithfully mindful of the good earth, and fresh air, He provided for us.

That conversation set my mind on the avenue of guilt.  I have always been easily guilted.  But to be fair to myself — which is always important according to the phycologist of this world — I thought paper towels were biodegradable.  And as such were fine to use. 

As my mother use to say:  “Thats what you get for thinking (;”

AnD so, back to the dream — God’s (impossible) Dream.  

I'll use just one more song:

"To dream the impossible dream

To fight the unbeatable foe

To bear with unbearable sorrow

And to run where the brave dare not go

To right the unrightable wrong

And to love pure and chaste from afar

To try when your arms are too weary

To reach the unreachable star

This is my quest

To follow that star

Ooh, no matter how hopeless

No matter how far

To fight for the right

Without question or pause

To be willing to march, march into hell

For that heavenly cause

And I know

If I'll only be true

To this glorious quest

That my heart

Will lie peaceful and calm

When I'm laid to my rest."

How is it that we, as a population, find this dream again?

Or is it really an impossible dream?