Wk#5 - The music of my heart

Listen to Pastor Lonnie and follow along with the text

Seasons come and go, and this winter season will continue for another six weeks according our furry prognosticators. So in light of a few more dreary days I want to find a way to encourage the potential out of you. I want to remind you that every person has a dream of what they can be. The potential that lies within us may yet be undeveloped, or it may lie under the rubble of past failures, but we each have a dream. As for me, there were a few people who encouraged me to live my dream: to risk, to study, and to stop at nothing until what God has deposited within me becomes reality.
Too many people take their dreams to the graveyard. Under the rectangular pieces of sod are songs yet unsung, books left unwritten and masterpiece paintings that were never painted. If I could mine the potential out of one graveyard, can you image the wealth that could be acquired? Why you’d be the richest person on the earth!
I believe this could be a new season for our church and quite possibly for you as well. Why not nudge the dreams in someone's life to flight? Author and consultant, Florence Littauer, wrote in her book entitled, "Silver Boxes: The Gift of Encouragement" a vivid story about her mother-in-law.
When Littauer asked her mother-in-law what she would have been if she could have done anything, she replied, "an opera singer." But her parents discouraged her by saying that studying opera was a waste of time and she could make more money in a different field.
Here is the story in the author's words:
"In Mother Littauer's last years her brilliant mind faded, her memory left her, and her ability to articulate ceased. When we went to visit her, we found her beautiful but silent. To see this woman whom we remembered as dynamic and powerful sitting silently and staring beyond us gave us an eerie feeling.
"I asked the nurse who cared for her, 'Does Mother ever talk?'
"She replied, 'Oh no, she never says a word.'
"As we discussed the tragedy of a once brilliant mind gone dead, the nurse made an interesting comment, 'It's the strangest thing. She can't talk, but every so often she sings opera.'
"The nurse, who knew nothing of mother's repressed desires, marveled at how she could stand and sing when she couldn't say a word.
"The night before Mother died, the nurse later told us, she stood by her chair after dinner and began to sing. She put on a moving performance, and the nurse clapped in approval as Mother bowed and smiled. The next morning when the nurse went in, Mother was lying with her hands folded across her chest with a smile on her face.
"Mother had talent that was never developed, a music box that was never allowed to play, a career that was never begun.
"Mother died with the music still in her."
Listen as Paul tells the Corinthians, “The Spirit, not content to flit around on the surface, dives into the depths of God, and brings out what God planned all along. Who ever knows what you're thinking and planning except you yourself; the same with God except that he not only knows what he's thinking, but he lets us in on it. God offers a full report on the gifts of life and salvation that he is giving us. We don't have to rely on the world's guesses and opinions. We didn't learn this by reading books or going to school; we learned it from God, who taught us person-to-person through Jesus, and we're passing it on to you in the same firsthand, personal way.” I Cor. 2:10-13, The Message.
We cannot allow the music to die in our young, emerging leaders who have dreams inside them of what they can be for God. Statistics show that we are losing our young people by the time they are in Junior High School. Help me help them. Let this year be a time when we let the music boxes in our young leaders begin to ring!

Let’s Pray:
Dear Master, in whose life I see
All that I would, but fail to be,
Let Thy clear light forever shine,
To shame and guide this life of mine.
Though what I dream and what I do
In my weak days are always two,
Help me, oppressed by things undone,
O thou, whose deeds and dreams were one! Amen.