when the Tennessee Mountain man turned into a young man, there had been dream ladies. girls like Liz Taylor, Raquel Welch, Marilyn Monroe, Diana Ross, Nancy Sinatra, Tina Turner and the Vargas ladies. man, we even idea Dale Evans, Annie Oakley, leave out Kitty, Della street, and the girl next door were hot… in all likelihood a hormone factor.
however, there had been also dreamers. Dreamers like John Kennedy who had a dream that challenged and inspired a brand new generation. Dreamers like Martin Luther King, Jr. who had a dream that modified a country. Bobby Kennedy had a dream. The Gipper had a dream.
Then there have been the dream makers… dream makers like school teachers who challenged you to be all you can be, specialists like legal professionals and medical doctors who practiced their skills usually because they cared for their fellow man regularly for a pound of butter, a dozen fresh farm eggs, a fowl for the dinner table, or a gallon of sparkling churned buttermilk, and there have been guys of God who unfold the Gospel out of love for some thing other than numbers, satisfaction and cash. There were nearby network leaders who stimulated and they definitely got out on the road and interacted with their residents.
The poet Langston Hughes:
“hold speedy to desires
For if desires die
life is a damaged-winged chicken
That can’t fly.
hold rapid to desires
For when dreams go
life is a barren subject
Frozen with snow.”
in which are the Dr Kildare’s that dare venture one to a noble carrier larger than themselves as opposed to seeking self aggrandizement?
wherein is the united states’s future? in which are all the dream inspiring tv indicates and actual street trips like path sixty six? where are real vehicles that people can fall in love with? wherein are all the road aspect stands in which a infant’s creativeness could be driven for hours with out some thing being stolen or damaged?
where have all of the dreamers gone? in which have the dream makers long gone? Why are those who started with nothing but a dream now putting quite simply of their million dollar houses sipping brandy inside the nighttime and ensconced in their ivory towers by way of day while dreamers disappear from the panorama? Who do they assume will encourage a new era to dream, to dare if they don’t? What we have been given, what we have finished comes with a price which cannot be abdicated. The dream, the inspiration have to be passed to a brand new era. They have to try for a brand new frontier.
Oh, community pleasure, network love, network care, 4-H clubs, Boy Scouts, FFA, college plays and cake walks in which art thou? The Computerman don’t see his grandchildren pursuing any of these things or dreaming about what can be. we’ve got now not arrived by a protracted shot. where is the next technology and what’s going to it accomplish? Will it add whatever profitable to God’s earth or be self absorbed or be sofa potatoes playing with the today’s gizmo?
Does your pastor encourage the younger humans, or is he or she simply there to count number heads and accumulate bucks? If it isn’t the previous, it’s time for a new pastor. Do the teachers on your colleges encourage and motivate students? If now not, ship them packing. Their grossly extended holiday schedule and quick hours be damned. let them do that for which they’re excellent ideal like slinging burgers on the Golden Arches in preference to keeping again our prodigy. Do civic and political leaders lead? If no longer, update them, and the earlier the better for the following generation of dreamers.
Why is placing within the hood so popular nowadays? Why are gangs and gang bangers so well-known? Why can not our youngsters dream beyond their modern-day situations? We did! We desired to be Wyatt Earp (at the least the television photograph), Matt Dillon, The Lawman, Perry Mason, Dr Marcus Welby, M.D., Paladin, Pat Garrett or perhaps even the Reverend Billy Graham or the next Reverend Dr Martin Luther King or a Sister Theresa or maybe Elvis or Ricky Nelson and we loved watching Lassie even as wolfing down a large bowl of father corn or home parched peanuts even as we dreamed.
We needed to dream earlier than we acted, before we executed. earlier than we had the solutions there were the desires. there has been a dream, then there has been Rosa Parks. there was a dream, then there has been John Glenn!
We dreamed… we dreamed of being… we dreamed of becoming… we dreamed of serving… we dreamed of dwelling… we dreamed of loving… we dreamed of giving… We dreamed.
within the theater of our minds we slipped the surly bonds of earth and dared ponder the opportunities that lay before us.
What passed off? in which have all of the dreamers gone? Are ultra-modern unwell, addicted, anorexic pop stars tomorrows destiny? where are the dream makers? Who can capture the imagination and propel it forward through the haze of uncertainty and via the unknown into a higher brighter the next day? Who? wherein are the dream makers?! wherein are the dreamers?!