When I was young, I had a great many dreams. In no particular order, they included becoming a CIA agent, running refugee camps in East Africa, being part of a successful rock band, becoming a physicist specializing in dark matter, working in relief & development around the world, living in the Old City of Jerusalem and writing dense, thoughtful books along the lines of Saul Bellow and Walker Percy.
Needless to say, none of these dreams have materialized. Am I troubled by that? Not really. However, what’s interesting to me is how my dreams and goals have evolved with my age. Now, I am vitally interested in new goals such as hoping my 6-year-old doesn’t suddenly decide to divest himself of his clothes during his youth league basketball game and go streaking across the court, or hoping that the clothes dryer will last another 12 months without bursting into flame. Another dream I have is seeing my kids grow up into sturdy young men, solid in their faith and abilities, unaffected by the brackish tides of life.
Still, I suppose there’s yet time to have a go at my Walker Percy dream.