Once upon a time there was a people who fed on imagination. God gave them the gift of perceiving reality. God gave them the strength to resist being mired down by the difficulties of the day. This people drew from the Well of Creativity and invented and improvised and immersed themselves in all “the possibilities” imagination could inspire.
The Adversary hated this flourish of resemblance to the Sovereign of the Universe, so he set into motion a scheme to destroy imagination. From his trunk of untruth he withdrew a powerful and insidious weapon. It is called Pretend.
Pretend should be a beloved child of imagination, but like many children, Pretend grew up to be an ugly, rebellious and violent adult. Rather than take its place as the respectful subservient, Pretend forcefully supplanted the immeasurable possibility. Like a voracious weed, Pretend took over the garden of the human mind.
The calendar tells us that it is the Holiday Season. Does anyone recall that “holiday” means a period of exemption or relief? Only a very few! Instead we bow low to the god of Pretend. We pretend to be happy, we pretend to have money, we pretend to experience wonder, we pretend to love (or at least care for) each other, we pretend to be generous, we pretend to have time. We work diligently, fervently, passionately for Pretend. The color of imagination dims day by day under the glaring glitz of all our activity.
Is this Peace on Earth? Good will to those whom God favors?
This season is the Season of Advent. Expectation of celebrating the arrival of the gift of Love and the return of the King. My family at Main Street will together imagine the great possibilities of excusing Pretend.
God’s voice is glorious in the thunder.
We can’t even imagine the greatness of his power.
–Job 37.5, NLT