Dream Big by Bob Goff

Author:Bob Goff
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Thomas Nelson
Published: 2020-04-10T00:00:00+00:00

I think I’d make a lousy evangelist. Here’s why: I don’t want to be an advertisement for Jesus; I’d rather be proof. A recent study concluded that each of us is exposed to at least five thousand advertisements each day telling us what we want. No wonder we’re confused. When you’re writing down your ambitions and winnowing the list to what’s worth the pursuit, don’t worry about whether your dreams seem cool or flashy or religious or evangelical enough. People fall into this trap all the time. Appearances are a house of mirrors. They distort reality. They’ll make your ambitions look thinner or fatter or more unreasonable and twisted than they really are. The same is true about appearances if faith guides you. Don’t waste your time worrying about what will make you look good or pious or holy. Take action because you’re able to and because you believe that God is good and all that really matters is that you’re His. Simply put, if it matters more what your faith looks like than what it is, it’s time to start all over again.

Not long ago, I had an ambition to learn how to play the drums. I had seen a guy onstage at an event and he was sitting behind a huge set of fire-engine-red drums. He had about a dozen cymbals on stands around him and seemed to be hitting all the drums and cymbals at the same time. It was like he had three arms. I wanted to be like that guy for one reason. He looked like a boss.

The next weekend, I jumped in my pickup truck and headed to the local music store. They had rooms full of instruments, and I walked into the one where they kept all the drum sets. There were probably a hundred sets of drums displayed on the wall. My head swiveled back and forth like it was on ball bearings to take in the drum sets for sale. I wanted all of them. It didn’t take long for me to zero in on a fire-engine-red setup on the top row like the ones I had seen earlier. I was going to look like a boss too. Maybe I’d get a new haircut and a tattoo on my face. I wasn’t sure. But maybe.

I didn’t say a word to the salesman as he walked up. I just stood there pointing at the red drums. We both knew what I meant. We also both knew I’m too old to be cool and couldn’t pull it off if I wanted to. The earlier version of me would have thrown my credit card on the counter anyway and started loading the drums into the back of my truck. But, standing in the store, I realized something was changing about the way I was pursuing my ambitions.

I walked out of the music store that day with a six-dollar set of drumsticks. Do you know why? Instead of looking like a boss, I decided I wanted to play like a boss.

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