on small dreams

“When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I gave up childish ways. For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face.” – 1 Cor 13:11-12

I’ve been thinking recently about the Bible’s promises of inheritance. If I (alongside all Christians) am co-heir of Christ, the image of the invisible God, firstborn of creation, king of all creation, then all his riches, his grace, his righteousness are mine. That’s a sweet deal.

Then why does life still feel decidedly unawesome?

Part of it is greed on my part (which I talked about in the previous post). But I think it’s also like this: I am still thinking like a kid. Picture any kid, tell him you’re giving him a million dollars and ask what he’ll do with it, and he’ll probably reply with something adorably stupid like ‘I’ll buy a million candy bars,’ or ‘I’ll build the world’s biggest water park,’ or something.

I think that’s me right now, and probably many Christians. Dad is a rich, rich man but we still dream about candy bars and water parks. We dream small, usually dreams that only concern us or thereabouts.

What would happen when I and many other childish-minded heirs grow up and think big? What kind of heavenly awesomeness would be unleashed on the world and in our lives?