Let me dream of a city that looks so different from the one that I see today. Let me dream of a city where the group of teens on the corner is a symbol of a nation’s hope. Let me dream of where they use their recklessness to say “enough!” to violence, “enough!” to anger, “enough!” to streets filled with rubbish, “enough!” to drug abuse, “enough!” to disrespect, “enough!” to lonely neighbours, “enough!” to the sex shop on the corner, “enough!” to poverty, “enough!” to shame.
Let me dream of teens who use their recklessness to pursue goodness when everyone tells them they are bad, pursue education when they are told they are stupid, pursue purpose when they are told they are a waste of space, pursue understanding when they are limited, pursue healing when they are hurt.
Let me dream of teens with courage to set the example for society in life, in love, in faith, and in purity.
Let me dream of the city this will become when teens begin to understand that rebellion means fighting the rules of how they are expected to behave. Rebellion is love. Rebellion is responsibility. Rebellion is having a voice. Rebellion is peace. Rebellion is hope.
First posted on my previous blog in January 2014.