Who are these kids and why do they call me Dad? If you are close to my age or older, I'm sure you will understand the meaning of this. One day you are in the best shape of your life, playing ball in high-school, world by the tail and a head full of dreams. Next thing you know teenagers are in the background proclaiming "when will the pizza be here Dad?" Dad? Where did all the years go? Where did the dreams go? Hopefully we are living them out in the hear and now. Have we forgotten our dreams, or maybe already lived them out? Have we taken our eyes off the prize. I remember the story of Gideon in the Bible. Ten thousand men ready to go into battle. As the ten thousand came to the river to drink, 9700 men went down on both knees, and drank like it was the last they would ever have, swords by their sides, hands full of water meeting their own needs. 300 men got down on one knee, swords in one hand, and drinking out of the other, keeping there eyes on the prize that lay ahead of them. God told Gideon to leave the 9700 behind, and took only the 300 warriors into battle. Wouldn't it be nice to think that we would have been one of the minority that day?
