Hope Shifts

It may seem corny but, as I have spent this morning in worship (without an official worship service as we're out of town and still in our sleep clothes at almost noon!), the lyrics from The Impossible Dream from Man of LaMancha will not escape my head. (So let me try to stick them in yours!) They seem so appropriate after what God has laid on us during our time in Tijuana.

Somehow, knowing that we cannot do anything on our own without Christ, knowing that Unity of the Body is essential, but still being called onward to fight for God's victory ... well, this is worship, this is faith, this is believing, this is purely following the call ...

To dream the impossible dream
To fight the unbeatable foe
To bear with unbearable sorrow
To run where the brave dare not go
To right the unrightable wrong
To love pure and chaste from afar
To try when your arms are too weary
To reach the unreachable star

This is my quest
To follow that star
No matter how hopeless
No matter how far

To fight for the right
Without question or pause
To be willing to march into Hell
For a heavenly cause

And I know if I'll only be true
To this glorious quest
That my heart will lie peaceful and calm
When I'm laid to my rest

And the world will be better for this
That one man, scorned and covered with scars
Still strove with his last ounce of courage
To reach the unreachable star