I have loved this poem since I heard it in 2008, but it’s been re-ignited in my heart this week, so I thought I’d share. He has written a book, as well, but I can’t vouch for it yet. Also, if you like the poem, the writer came up with a series of 41 daily devotionals based on the different segments in the poem, and they are AWESOME…they totally changed my life when I did them before, and I think I’m going to start working through it again. It might seem a bit “radical” for some of you, but I promise it’s all Biblical…I’ll go thru and cite the passages from which they come for the ones that stand out to me, but feel free to correct/add references if you find any. This is how I want to live my life and to activate others in my generation to do the same..
The Vision – by Pete Greig
So this guy comes up to me and says:
“what’s the vision? What’s the big idea?”
I open my mouth and words come out like this:
The vision is JESUS – obsessively, dangerously, undeniably Jesus.
The vision is an army of young people.
You see bones? I see an army. (Ezekiel 37)
And they are FREE from materialism. (http://www.openbible.info/topics/materialism)
They laugh at 9-5 little prisons.
They could eat caviar on Monday and crusts on Tuesday.
They wouldn’t even notice.
They know the meaning of the Matrix, the way the west was won.
They are mobile like the wind, they belong to the nations. (http://home.snu.edu/~hculbert/biblical.htm)
They need no passport.
People write their addresses in pencil and wonder at their strange existence.
They are free yet they are slaves of the hurting and dirty and dying. (1 Corinthians 9:19)
What is the vision ?
The vision is holiness that hurts the eyes.
It makes children laugh and adults angry. (Mark 10:13-16)
It gave up the game of minimum integrity long ago to reach for the stars.
It scorns the good and strains for the best. (Watch the Nooma called Shells http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_SJDcouuWM0, especially about 7:30 in to it)
It is dangerously pure. (Titus 2:14)
Light flickers from every secret motive, every private conversation.
It loves people away from their suicide leaps, their Satan games.
This is an army that will lay down its life for the cause. (John 13:38, Mark 8:36 and others)
A million times a day its soldiers choose to loose,
that they might one day win
the great ‘Well done’ of faithful sons and daughters.
Such heroes are as radical on Monday morning as Sunday night. They don’t need fame from names. Instead they grin quietly upwards and hear the crowds chanting again and again: “COME ON!” (Hebrews 12:1)
And this is the sound of the underground
The whisper of history in the making
Revolutionaries dreaming once again
Mystery is scheming in whispers
Conspiracy is breathing…
This is the sound of the underground
And the army is discipl(in)ed. (Titus 2:11-14)
Young people who beat their bodies into submission. (1 Corinthians 9:27)
Every soldier would take a bullet for his comrade at arms. (John 15:13)
The tattoo on their back boasts “for me to live is Christ and to die is gain”. (Philippians 1: 20-23)
Sacrifice fuels the fire of victory in their upward eyes. (2 Corinthians 4:17-18)
Who can stop them?
Can hormones hold them back?
Can failure succeed?
Can fear scare them or death kill them ? (1 Corinthians 15:54-55, Revelation 12:11)
And the generation prays
like a dying man
with groans beyond talking,
with warrior cries, sulphuric tears and
with great barrow loads of laughter!
Waiting. Watching: 24 – 7 – 365.
Whatever it takes they will give: Breaking the rules. Shaking mediocrity from its cosy little hide. Laying down their rights and their precious little wrongs, laughing at labels, fasting essentials. The advertisers cannot mould them. Hollywood cannot hold them. Peer-pressure is powerless to shake their resolve at late night parties before the cockerel cries.
They are incredibly cool, dangerously attractive
On the outside? They hardly care. (1 Peter 3:2-5)
They wear clothes like costumes to communicate and celebrate but never to hide.
Would they surrender their image or their popularity?
They would lay down their very lives – swap seats with the man on death row – guilty as hell. A throne for an electric chair.
With blood and sweat and many tears, with sleepless nights and fruitless days,
they pray as if it all depends on God and live as if it all depends on them.
Their DNA chooses JESUS. (He breathes out, they breathe in.)
Their subconscious sings. They had a blood transfusion with Jesus.
Their words make demons scream in shopping centres.
Don’t you hear them coming?
Herald the weirdo’s! Summon the losers and the freaks. (Matthew 5:5, 5:10)
Here come the frightened and forgotten with fire in their eyes.
They walk tall and trees applaud, skyscrapers bow, mountains are dwarfed by these children of another dimension. (Romans 8:19-22)
Their prayers summon the hounds of heaven and invoke the ancient dream of Eden.
And this vision will be.
It will come to pass;
it will come easily;
it will come soon. (Revelation 22:12)
How do I know?
Because this is the longing of creation itself, (Romans 8)
the groaning of the Spirit,
the very dream of God.
My tomorrow is his today.
My distant hope is his 3D.
And my feeble, whispered, faithless prayer invokes a thunderous, resounding, bone-shaking great ‘Amen!’ from countless angels, from hero’s of the faith (Hebrews 11), from Christ himself. And he is the original dreamer, the ultimate winner.