I Wish Tinker Bell was Real

I wish Tinker Bell was real. I wish I could squint my eyes really hard and clap my hands with joyful exuberance and she would wake up. I believe Tink, I believe! I’m doing it right now just to see what it feels like. The exuberance is a little muted because everyone else is asleep and I don’t want the dogs to start barking. This blog gets me in enough trouble already.

But wouldn’t that be nifty... if we could make things real and alive just by believing in them?



I think I would be able to fly. During certain seasons of my life, I can. Usually I’m asleep but it seems very real. No one else in my dreams can fly and I remember feeling sorry for how ignorant they were. All you have to do is just think it. I remember a sort of speed to concentration ratio and again the squinting. It always seemed like there was an immediate barrier that required a lot of effort. After breaking free from the belief in gravity, flying would get much easier and I could stop thinking about it. I’m serious – not making this up. Doesn’t anyone else fly in their dreams?

Not so much now days. Most of the dreams I remember now have to do with crashing out of control vehicles or getting caught at the mall in nothing but a T-Shirt and underpants. Not cool boxers mind you, tighty-whities… at the mall. Or worse, sitting in a theatre or at a sports event that eventually I have to get up and walk out of. The discomfort is in the anticipation and trying to stretch the T-shirt.

I am so grateful that when I wake up, I have several pairs of pants to choose from and I get where I’m going in my faithful truck (Betsy) and not a helicopter I don’t know how to fly that always crashes with me (the pilot for some unknown reason) and my fellow occupants stumbling out and continuing pell-mell towards whatever next dream element awaits as if nothing unusual just happened.

Dreams are really weird and Tinker Bell is not real but there is truth in both. I suspect that believing; though it takes practice, is a very significant ingredient to experiencing the miraculous. I’m not really talking about miracles like healing from sickness or the parting of the Red Sea. Those are fantastic miracles in their own right but there is something greater now.

We have available in ever increasing measure the very life and power of the creator of the universe. The same power that woke up Jesus is ours. We can have as much as we want of it, more every day, every moment. And we have it with him in us and through us as participants in his life and his purpose.

While we may not understand our circumstances and we cannot know the significance of every minute occurrence in our lives, we can participate in a wild adventure with someone who does. That wild adventure has a purpose that we and the desires of our hearts have a vital role in.

I pray that you and I will today, squint really hard and practice believing.
Perhaps we will wake up a little bit more.

Perhaps we will fly.

See you up there.

Don’t forget your pants.


Ephesians 1:17-21