What I do remember is this: I was just past the shore line. The water was maybe waist deep but then suddenly it pulled back into the ocean. There wasn’t even water above my toes. I looked into the distance and saw the ocean rising up bigger and bigger until a massively huge wave, like you described, covered the sky. I felt so insignificant next to it. It’s shadow sent chills down my spine. I remember it crashing over me, and for a split second, the water had arced over me and had touched the beachead, yet I was untouched by the water. Then gravity kicked in and the water collapsed around me but not crushing me. At that point I woke up.

I have no idea if this necessarily means ANYTHING at all…but like I said, your dream reminded me of my own that I had. I hope this is somehow an encouragement… or maybe it means something more…or anything!

And yes, your film is by far the best film I have seen. I had one friend tell me, “If I could only watch one movie all my life…it’d be Furious Love.” I totally and definitely agree. In fact, I pre-ordered the DVD about 2 weeks ago after seeing it live on Bethel’s website.

Thank you so very much. I praise God for His work in your and your film.

When we think of great people (i.e.: Mother Teresa, William Wilberforce) we tend to think of the splendor and grandeur of their lives. Often, when we get so caught up in the idea of what they are, we forget that beneath their great names and their great accomplishments, lay a person who is just as weak as the rest of us. We tend to make ‘saints’ out of that person, and if this continues long enough, the saint soon turns into a god (i.e.: the grave of Mother Teresa where people pray and worship her in Calcutta). We forget just how fragile their lives were- how they too had to come against everything we face in our own ‘ordinary’ lives (i.e.: William Wilberforce actually remained addicted to Laudanum till he died, which was a fact that the film ‘Amazing Grace’ left out).

When these halves of the stories of great people are forgotten or conveniently wiped out of the history books, we as normal people tend to disqualify ourselves in the light of such a saintly image. We say, “No, I’m too weak to do anything like that. They were great women and men of God…but not me.” We erase the humanity in them and create a false image of the person that keeps us suspended in awe; a suspension which can possibly hinder us from our own destiny.

So, who is to blame? Not Mother Teresa. Not William Wilberforce. Did they wish to be worshipped? No. If there is someone to blame, it is our nature which tends to make golden calves after we are freed from bondage.

Therefore, I commend you for this blog because you went against the chance to become that saintly image and instead said in your frail human way, “God is bringing me to a place where my ego, my identity, is not wrapped up in what I create or how many people it affects. My identity is found in Him and Him alone.”

Thank you for remembering God.