Towards the end of August, I enjoyed a full day of live theatre with my grandma.
What do I mean by “full day”? Well, first, we went to see the theatrical production of The Wizard of Oz at Rosebud Theatre. Then, we went to see Last Train to Nibroc at the studio stage (also in Rosebud). Finally, we went to see my uncle perform in a Shakespeare play (A Midsummer Night’s Dream) at The Canadian Badlands Passion Play site in Drumheller. At the end of that, it was close to 9 PM.
I enjoy live theatre. This outing was a good reminder of that fact.
However, I had to hold back my tears as I was watching The Wizard of Oz. Throughout most of the play, I was incredibly emotional, and I wasn’t even sure why.
Oftentimes, when people cry, there’s a pretty obvious reason for it. Maybe someone important to them passed away. Maybe a tragedy occurred in their family. Maybe a long-held desire was finally fulfilled, against all odds (tears of joy).
There was obviously a reason for my reaction too, but I couldn’t make sense of it. Over the course of the next couple of days, I kept asking God.
(By the way, whatever you believe about the universe and how it operates, that’s totally fine with me. I happen to believe in an omnipotent being known as God, and I also believe that you can have a personal relationship with Him.)
Anyway, I kept asking God, and on the last day of August 2015, He told me; I finally understood what I was feeling.
The Wizard of Oz is a story about desires.
I’ve talked about how much I love John Eldredge’s book, Desire: The Journey We Must Take to Find the Life God Offers (affiliate link), before. It gave me a great deal of hope.
What this book taught me was that the story of life is one of desires. We all have them, regardless of how reasonable or unreasonable they may appear to be. Regardless of how much time I spend learning from books and podcasts, I keep coming back to Desire, because it was so formative and foundational to the life that I now live.
I realized that in The Wizard of Oz, Dorothy, the Scarecrow, the Tin Man, and the Cowardly Lion each have their own desires. The scarecrow wants a brain, the Tin Man wants a heart, the Lion wants courage, and Dorothy wants to go home.
In the beginning stages of the story, Dorothy is concerned for her dog, Toto. Of course, her concern for her dog’s safety seems unreasonable, to the adults, in the face of the impending storm.
And isn’t that the way we often feel as adults? The concerns of a child don’t seem to matter in the face of the bigger problems adults are facing every day (I once had a guitar student that was nearly in tears because I was subbing for her usual teacher who “drew bigger checkmarks”; apparently mine weren’t big enough).
Do you want to know what God finally revealed to me?
“The desires of my children matter to me; no matter how small.”
I believe we do need to be invested in our own future; no one will ever work as hard as we will in making our dreams a reality. We need to take action. However, no matter how big or how small our desires appear to be, God cares about each and every one of them.