I was one of the lucky people who got to see Glenn Beck give his performance of The Christmas Sweater in at the Playhouse Theater in downtown Cleveland. At the climax of the story, his message hit me — thunderbolt to the chest. It was one of those moments when you hear words that grab your heart and you feel God saying, “Pay attention, now. This message is for you.” I get that moment quite often when I listen in church to sermons, but not as often in the outside world. Luckily my husband gave me a signed copy of Glenn Beck’s book, The Christmas Sweater, and I flipped through the pages to find my favorite part. There it was. Chapter fifteen, at the top of page 246. I opened the book at just the right spot, barely spending any time searching for it…
Eddie, the main character, is having a dream — apparently a dream Glenn had in real life — and he is speaking with a mentor character named Russel.
Russell: Don’t fear the storm, Eddie. Fear the cornfield. The cornfield may feel safe, but there is only cold and darkness there… Now face the storm.
Eddie: I can’t Russell. It’s too big.
Russell: You’re bigger… You may not yet know who you are, Eddie, but I do. And I know that you are meant to walk through this storm. You weren’t created to stand here in this cornfield. There’s so much more waiting for you, and you’re worthy of every ounce of it.
Eddie: I can’t, Russell, I’ll just wait until it passes. I’m safe here,
Russell: … This storm will never pass. It can’t. It’s yours. Besides, life is not meant to be safe. It’s only in our mistakes, our errors, and our faults that we grow and truly live. (He points toward the storm) … That is the way home. It’s the only way home. But you will make it. Trust in me. Trust in who you really are.
My gosh, talk about thunderbolts!! Even as I retype these words, I’m actually trembling. When I put myself into Eddie’s shoes, this is what these words mean to me:
Russell is a metaphor for God. The cornfield (dare I print this?) is my previous job – a place which kept me safe from financial distress, but as the years passed I knew God wanted me somewhere else (the storm). The storm is the big, scary unknown. And the “other side” of the storm represents all my original dreams, my life as a freelancer, and my hopes to launch a series of soulful creative retreats for women — and/or whatever else God has planned for me (again, unknown). God booted me out of that cornfield, all right, because I refused to step out. HOWEVER… when I look back on the months before I was let go, I see clearly the steps God made to prepare me for the storm. He pushed me out, but He held my hand as I faced the storm — even held me in His sweet arms to protect me from dismay and fear.
What an incredible, inspiring story – and I thank Glenn Beck for writing this book and sharing his dream with everyone.