"There was a day when something began to stir once more,
When old dreams began to whisper in the hearts of the new revolutionaries,
Revolutionaries who dared to dream,
Even amidst the crushing reality of the present.
They laid down their needs and handed over their small packed lunches
Seeing scenes in colour, even as they were surrounded by suffocating monochrome.
Their prayers became the desperate requests of a generation longing to see transformation.
They had tried every other way and came away wanting,
The status quo was not enough, jaded as they were from watching their peers kissing baals and selling their souls.
Aware of their weakness, they embraced the God who veiled himself in vulnerability,
Abandoning their clever plans and neat formulae,
They threw themselves on His strength.
Hearing rumours of life in fullness, and all too familiar with the strain of simply existing,
They handed over their hopes, trusting in His promise of abundance.
They could not be destroyed by circumstance,
Or exhausted by the constant attempts to get them to sell out.
Growing more aware of their value, they strived for the old holiness.
Boldness blossomed, wrapped not in what they did,
But in Who they knew, and the burning breath of His presence within.
They approached the throne of the King,
With no guarantee of an audience,
"If I die, I die", their motto,
Knowing they were born for such a time as this.
Often, they said nothing.
They did not preach, did not judge, did not withold themselves in the places of pain and darkness,
But their silent prayers laid down a path out of the blackness,
Brought the glittering light of hope and potential into the forgotten voids of despair,
Thier quiet confidence, a road sign pointing to an an alternative route.
They lived lives of beauty for ashes,
Having traded in their grave clothes, they danced, unselfconscious.
Increasingly experiencing grace, they embraced each day,
Embracing those who had lost everything.
Can you see the revolutionaries?
They have not learned methods of intimacy,
They are not practicing until perfect,
But they are in love.
They are hoping, they are dreaming."
"After I have poured out my rains again, I will pour out my spirit upon all people. Your sons and daughters will prophesy, your old men will dream dreams. Your young men will see visions. In those days will pour out my spirit on servants, on men and women alike." (Joel 2:28-29)