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When do we lose our ability to dream?  When do we realize we’ve lost it and how do we get it back?  Ever have one of those days when you just feel like; “what happened to the last 20 years?”  You wonder when it was that you lost that innocence of youth and that wonder of the whole world that is magic.  Why can’t I look at things the way I did before I became jaded and influenced by the bad things in this world?  I was listening to one of my favorites songs by Anne Murray, A Little Good News, on  It talks about the need for good news amidst all the bad news.  She sings about hearing headlines saying nobody fired a single shot in anger, no one died in vain, and all the children had to do was play.  Working in the crime prevention field as I do, all I ever hear is bad news (well, mostly anyways).  Yesterday I attended a parent forum we gave to parents in a crime and gang infested neighborhood.  There were some good messages given to the parents and youth who attended.  You wish  you could just rid a town or city of violence and needless bloodshed just by smiling and saying I love you.  You wish you could get back the lives of the 5 children killed by a father enraged by his wife leaving.  Why?  Why?  As I write this my eyes swell up and tears fall down my cheeks at the thought of the bad winning over the good.  Why is love not enough?  Where is the love?  Perhaps that is the question we need to ask.  I know I’ve felt most of my life that I have so much love to offer and not enough people to give it to.  As a Christian, I am compelled to share the only good news I know that can restore lives and bring healing, and that is the Love of God.  Not from a judgmental God who drops fire and brimstone but from a God who loves all people everywhere and weeps when there is a life lost and when we turn to evil ways instead of love.  I refuse to give up on dreaming and will fight to keep dreaming in the midst of pain and suffering.  I will not allow the bad to take over the good or for the dreaming to stop.  If I do that then I might as well give up on life entirely for what would be the purpose if I already declare the war lost?  I read the book and I know how the story ends!  And it is not the bad that wins in the end! estatic


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