Where Should You Walk?
“Walk with the dreamers, the believers, the courageous, the cheerful, the planners, the doers, the successful people with their heads in the clouds and their feet on the ground. Let their spirit light a fire within you to leave this world better than when you found it.”Wilfred Peterson (1900-1995);
What does this mean? What does it mean to walk with a dreamer or creative person?
Years ago I was at a conference in Kansas City in which Ken Medema was the worship leader. One evening my wife (Sandy, who was still alive at that time) and I were eating dinner with Ken and his wife, Jane. Just the four of us. Ken is a physically blind musician (from birth), but sees more than I ever will. You can purchase his DVD’s, but that is not really completely fair. In a “performance”, he is really taking you into a relational experience and often highly interactive. Very healing. As we ate, Jane shared with us.
“Carl,” Ken’s been banging his head against the wall this afternoon. I’m worried about that.”
“Were you doing that, Ken”? I asked.
“Yes,” Ken said. “I was trying to create the music for tonight. It wasn’t coming.”
I am listening to Ken. Why does the birthing process for the healing have to come from pain?
That evening I sat in the audience as Ken moved to the piano and began his playing, taking us into a story set to music that we quickly saw was Pilgrim’s Progress. The music flowed as we were taken into the story, traveling with this pilgrim and no longer even in the conference hall.
Much later, as Ken finished, we rose with a standing ovation and thunderous applause. And then it hit me as I turned to my Sandy.
“He can’t see this. He is blind. Yet he sees more than I do.”
Alone, I moved to the end of the row and walked down through the crowd to where Ken still sat quietly at the piano as the applause continued. I put my arms around Ken. Suddenly, I seemed hit with thousands of volts of electricity. He hadn’t come “down” yet from his created experience. I staggered back, trying to keep from falling. No problem. Ken would not let me fall.
Years later I tried this again with Ken in a church in Illinois. He had just done his “Flying, like a Jet Plane” song and I grabbed him again on stage with a big hug. Then, Ken lifted me up and swung me in a circle around him around and around, holding me tightly against the centrifugal forces pulling me out. At the same time, he broke into his song about the jet plane again.
Suppose you were at a conference with this very creative dreamer who is led by a strange Spirit that has no labels. Would you have the courage to step up and experience it with him? What I have seen is that often in conferences with him the children have no problem stepping up. They trust. Most of the time they have little wounding from past experiences. With adults, however, I see everything from a woman who has been hurt so many times she can’t start any real intimacy who begins sharing on a mike with Ken (who writes her a special song) to an Episcopalian pastor dancing in the aisle.
Where are you in this story?
Carl is a researcher, writer, speaker based in Portland, Oregon. He also designs really high quality and affordable web sites for people that dream big. Ask him to build you one.