Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Do it.


Dad,

I remember the day we sat and spoke of the biggest of things.
That day, my dreams were birthing and bursting at the seams. 

These things, on the day, did not have form or title. 
I'll never forget, though, how they swirled and leapt within me as we spoke for a while. 

I could tell you didn't capture all the details, but I'll never forget what you said. 
"Do it." 
The words still resonate like a coach talking to a player in my head.

The power of that day, at that moment, I did not fully understand. 
That moment, however, is when ELEFTHERIA began. 

We spoke of things beyond this world that we could not see. 
We spoke of things that were not as if they would be.   

I told you of the things that I believed I could do. 
You smiled wide and spoke loud telling me you believed I could too. 

If you, being imperfect, could love and believe in me this way,
How much more does God, in His perfection, put faith in us that does not sway or go away? 

If you, being imperfect, could put so much love and hope in my dreams,
How much more does God, in His perfection, stand by our future like the coach of our team? 

Oh, how you, being a mortal man, inspired me!
How much more does God, with His everlasting touch, set our hope a flame beyond boundaries we can see?

As said to me, I say to you, "Do it." 
You'll say, "God, did you think I could go this far?"
He'll say, "I knew it."