Men do not go mad by dreaming
We can dream of White Christmases as well as a world finally at peace. We don’t have to understand everything to believe and trust God that such things that are beyond our control are possible. And most importantly, it is He who brings them about and not we ourselves.
“The God who made the world and everything in it is the Lord of heaven and earth and does not live in temples made by human hands. Nor is He served by human hands, as if He needed anything, because He Himself gives everyone life and breath and everything else.”Acts 17:24-25
GLORY TO GOD IN THE HIGHEST!
It is He who is the creator of dreams and has spoken to his servants and prophets through those dreams, as he did to St John the Evangelist and Apostle whom we remember today on his feast day.
We don’t have to have answers for everything. But we do need to rejoice and to celebrate what has been revealed to us by God through Christ’s birth as did St. John…and to tell everyone, no matter their disbelief, no matter how foolish we appear: Christ has been born into the world -God with us – and this same Christ has sacrificed Himself for our sins and has defeated death, and has risen and promised everlasting life to those who believe and obey Him as their Lord! To do this is the only path to sanity and keeping that sanity in a world going slowly insane from disbelief. We are tellers of the dream that will come true!
“And this good news of the Kingdom will be preached in all the inhabited earth for a witness and then the end will come.”Matthew 24:14
Chesterton felt the commission to preach the Good News and to preach “all the things I have commanded you” so deeply that he spent his entire career as a journalist doing so. He wrote of St John the Evangelist in his famous work, Orthodoxy, whose dreams from God became the basis for the most talked about book of Holy Scripture: Revelations.
“Everywhere we see that men do not go mad by dreaming. Critics are much madder than poets. Homer is complete and calm enough; it is his critics who tear him into extravagant tatters. Shakespeare is quite himself; it is only some of his critics who have discovered that he was somebody else. And though St. John the Evangelist saw many strange monsters in his vision, he saw no creature so wild as one of his own commentators. The general fact is simple. Poetry is sane because it floats easily in an infinite sea; reason seeks to cross the infinite sea, and so make it finite. The result is mental exhaustion, like the physical exhaustion of Mr. Holbein. To accept everything is an exercise, to understand everything a strain. The poet only desires exaltation and expansion, a world to stretch himself in. The poet only asks to get his head into the heavens. It is the logician who seeks to get the heavens into his head. And it is his head that splits.” – G.K. Chesterton, The Maniac, Orthodoxy, 1908