I woke up yesterday morning from an interesting dream. I lay still, following the thread and pondering what seemed like significant thoughts. Since then, through journalling first and then trying to articulate the dream to a friend, I’ve come to the conclusion that the dream itself wasn’t terribly important, but the thought process it triggered was very important.
The phrase that came about because of the dream was, “A voice for the voiceless.” The more I think about this phrase, the more excited I get. It sounds like a mission statement to me, and it fits with my passion for communication. I’ve always taken my passion statement (“Communicating the message with clarity and excellence”) as a mission of sorts…but I tend to assume that I will either be communicating my own message, or helping another communicator to polish theirs.
Now I have to consider what should have been obvious: what about those who have a necessary message, but are not able to communicate? What of those who physically have no voice because of illness, injury or handicap? What of those hampered by language barriers? Those whose lack of education puts them at a disadvantage? Those who, for whatever reason, are marginalized by society and not “heard”? Who will be their voice, in court, in school, in medical or legal or financial matters?
I don’t think I have any kind of mandate yet, but I seem to see a clue…in the old sense of the word, ‘clew’–a thread used to retrace one’s steps through a maze. I’ve been asking God to let me know what more I should be doing. I think He’s giving me a clue, and so I’ll grab the line and follow. I wonder what’s around the next corner?