Can I still Dream?

Am I too old to dream dreams, too “established,”  too gentrified?  Your “old men shall dream dreams” the prophet said.  Can I?

What is my dream?  It is yet unfulfilled, but being shaped in my mind and in my heart.  My dream:  a community of men, women and youth of all races who know the meaning and experience of the poustinic (the prayer), but who live that calling in the world as agents of God’s revolutionary love.

The prayer of the poustinic is to be openly transparent, vulnerable and longing to love and be loved by the Triune God.  Prayer is the root, the foundation, the life source of such a community.  Such prayer that is corporate, prayer that is private, prayer that is silent, and prayer that is vocal.  Prayer is the vital, virtual connection, relationship with our God of immense love.

As Catherine Doherty (Poustinia, chapter 7) speaks of a “Poustinia of the marketplace.”  My understanding of living in the marketplace might be a little different than Catherine’s, for I see the futility of charity, of giving assistance without giving development, development that springs from, not the needs, but the resources and the gifts of the needy.  My sense of living in the  marketplace is to see the needs of people from a systemic but very personal and very relational position.  Can we, who live the pousinia of the marketplace, become friends with those in need?  Can we live among them, not drive to them and then isolate ourselves in locked communities or behind garage door openers?

So my dream is not necessarily prayer and work as it is prayer and loving relationships with the poor which then propels us to give what we have, do what we can and tell what we know.