What Does God Dream About?

“He will judge between the nations… They will beat their swords into plowshares” (Isaiah 2:4).

What does God dream about? Not the way we dream. God does not fall asleep in heaven and drift into wishes. God does not close His eyes and hope for a better tomorrow. But God does have a heart that yearns.

And Isaiah lets us hear the beat and feel the yearning. God dreams of a day when the battlefield becomes a garden. When the sword is no longer sharpened for war but melted down for farming. When the spear is no longer lifted in anger but reshaped to prune a vine. When steel that once took life is used to feed life. That is God’s dream.

No more boots marching toward battle. No more mothers standing at windows. No more fathers folding flags with trembling hands. No more children asking why someone they love is not coming home. No more nations training their sons and daughters to kill the sons and daughters of another nation.

No more war.

Can you see it? The blacksmith’s hammer falls. Clang. Clang. Clang. But this time it is not making a weapon. It is making a plow. The farmer takes the tool into the field. The soil opens. Seed falls. Rain comes. Wheat grows.

Death becomes bread.

That is what God does. He takes crosses and makes them trees of life. He takes tombs and turns them into doorways. He takes broken hearts and makes them holy ground. He takes swords and makes them plows.

On Memorial Day, we remember those who gave their lives in service to our nation. We speak their names with gratitude. We honor their courage. We do not hurry past the empty chairs, the quiet cemeteries, the folded flags, or the families who still feel the ache.

Love of neighbor sometimes wears a uniform. Courage sometimes walks into danger so others may live in peace. But Isaiah reminds us that war is not God’s final word.

Peace is.

So we remember with tears. We give thanks with humble hearts. We pray for the day God dreams about. And until that day comes, we walk in the light of the Lord.

One act of mercy at a time.

One word of peace at a time.

One sword closer to a plow.

Have a great week!

-Pastor Corey