I was talking to my father yesterday about my ambitions. I’ve realized that my ambitions have changed.
Once, I would have wanted to write a book or plant a church or build something great to change the world. Or, maybe, I would make some amazing principled stand, like Martin Luther, that would go down in history.
But no more. My ambitions are much smaller now.
I’d like to sit on my porch with a beer and watch my neighbors walking by and be able to greet them by name, because I know them, and they know me.
That’s it, really. That’s my ambition right now. But, as I sit on my porch right now and write, I find that I’m already on my way towards that ambition. I’m starting to know my neighbors, and they’re starting to know me.
And, honestly, I do think that, somehow, God uses such small ambitions to change the world.