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|Living the Dream
|Thursday, May 31, 2018|
The train conductor has just punched my ticket. Mike is his name. He looks all snappy in his creased white shirt with the brass buttons, sporting a hat that bears the “Metra” rail logo. A jangle of keys and the squawk of his radio define the man I’ve tried to get know a bit more than just “that conductor on the train.”
I greet Mike by name—and he knows mine as well. Lost in thought, I stumble a moment when he asks how I’ve been doing. The delay is just long enough that the conductor does the talking for me. Mike suggests that I'm “living the dream.”
Initially, I chuckle in polite agreement, as he moves on to the next passenger. Then the truth of his statement sinks in. I am living the dream. I’ve been forgiven by Almighty God, my sins paid for in full by a selfless Savior, and I am now indwelled by the Holy Spirit. That’s living the dream.
I have the riches of God at my disposal, His storehouse of grace at my fingertips and unhindered, unending access to the throne room of the King of Kings. That’s living the dream.
I have the love of Christ, the fellowship of the Holy Spirit, and the guaranteed protection of Almighty God Himself, 24 hours a day, 365 days a year. That’s living the dream.
I have God’s personal assurance of unshakable peace so long as my mind is stayed upon Him. I have His promise of forgiveness, each and every time I confess—along with the stunning image that my sins are removed from me “as far as the east is from the west.” That’s living the dream.
I have the bullet-proof promise of heaven when I die: unbroken fellowship with the One who made me for Himself… unstoppable joy… unfathomable riches… unimaginable beauty… unending new discoveries of His holiness. That's living the dream!
In my half of the rail car there are at least 50 people texting, tweeting, reading, Facebooking and watching movies. They are being entertained for sure. But how many of them can honestly say they are living the dream?
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