Dream Big!

My Pastor while I was at Fire & Water International Church shared this story (Legend?) to get us to dream big because, as the this story shows, kings think on a different level than we non-king personal. But we have The King of kings who happens to be more kingy than even Elvis. On what level can Christ think? And on what level can He provide, seeing how the whole universe is His? I thought my Pedalship Cycling Ministry was a biggy, but He has shown me even more. Saint Philip the Evangelist Outreach is the Full Dealio! He has filled my heart with the desire to make it all happen. Pedalship, "Sanctuary" homes for the Recovering Addict, Disaster Relief and Reconstruction, Midnight Evangelism, and an idea that may be off-the-hook to be as self-sufficient as possible, if not completely, so its not "another church asking for money". I say this from an outsiders perspective. I know Pastors are continually working hard to do all that they desire to do, and accomplish, for the Kingdom with a "product" that is not for sale.

Pastor Gus continually reminds us that if we just do the possible, God will take care of the impossible. Thank you, Pastor Gus. I love ya and I'm grateful God put you in my life!

 So I will shut up now and let you read the story:

Years ago, a famous golfer was invited by the king of Saudi Arabia to play in a golf tournament. He accepted the invitation, and the king flew his private jet over to the United States to pick up the pro. They played golf for several days, and enjoyed a good time. As the golfer was getting on the plane to return to the United States, the king stopped him and said, "I want to give you a gift for coming all this way and making this time so special. Anything you want. What could I get you?"

Ever the gentleman, the golfer replied, "Oh, please; don't get me anything. You've been a gracious host. I've had a wonderful time. I couldn't ask for anything more."

The king was adamant. He said, "No, I insist on giving you something so you will always remember your journey to our country."

When the golfer realized that the king was resolute, he said, "Okay, fine. I collect golf clubs. Why don't you give me a golf club?"

He boarded the plane, and on his flight back home, he couldn't help wondering what kind of golf club the king might give him. He imagined that it might be a solid gold putter with his name engraved on it. Or maybe it would be a sand wedge studded with diamonds and jewels. After all, this would be a gift from the oil-rich king of Saudi Arabia.

When the golfer got home, he watched the mail and the delivery services every day, to see if his golf club had come yet. Finally, several weeks later, he received a certified letter from the king of Saudi Arabia. The U.S. professional thought that rather strange. Where's my golf club? he wondered. He opened the envelope, and to his surprise, inside he discovered a deed to a five-hundred-acre golf course in America.