Dream On

by Kenneth Copeland

Imagine for a moment that somebody provided a servant for you. A rich
friend just decided to bless you by hiring someone to help you—around
the house, at the office, wherever you need assistance.

Once you thanked your friend for his kindness, what would you do?

You’d put that servant to work, that’s what. You’d give him a list of all the
things you’ve dreamed of getting done but haven’t had time to do
yourself. Housecleaning. Gardening. Detailing the car. The list would go on
and on…

You certainly wouldn’t leave the servant sitting on the couch all day with
nothing to do. You wouldn’t let him idle away his time watching television
while you rushed around trying to get things done by yourself. That would
be foolish. That would be a waste of the servant’s time, and your friend’s
generosity.

Nobody in their right mind would do that. Yet spiritually speaking, we as

believers do it all the time. We neglect the spiritual assistance we’ve been
given. We leave the servant called faith, which God has so graciously
provided for us, sitting around idly with nothing to do.

“Wait a minute,” somebody might say. “Did you just call faith our
servant?”

Yes, I did. But I didn’t come up with the concept myself. I got it from
Jesus. He compared faith to a servant in Luke 17. When the disciples
asked Him to increase their faith, He said,
“If you have faith as a mustard seed, you can say to this mulberry tree,
‘Be pulled up by the roots and be planted in the sea,’ and it would obey
you. And which of you, having a servant plowing or tending sheep, will
say to him when he has come in from the field, ‘Come at once and sit
down to eat’? But will he not rather say to him, ‘Prepare something for my
supper, and gird yourself and serve me till I have eaten and drunk, and
afterward you will eat and drink’? Does he thank that servant because he
did the things that were commanded him? I think not” (verses 6-9, New
King James Version).

A White-Hot Expectation

Obviously Jesus didn’t view faith the way most people do today. He didn’t
see it as something fragile and religious—meant to be used like fancy
china, only on special occasions. Jesus considered faith a workhorse, an
able-bodied helper given to us by God to roll up its sleeves and get the
job done.

Exactly what job is faith designed to do?

It is designed to transfer material from the realm of the spirit into this
natural realm. Faith goes into the spiritual world, lays hold of what is
already there and manifests it in the natural world of matter. Hebrews
11:1 says it this way: “Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the
evidence of things not seen.”

Faith is what clothes our God-given, Bible-based hopes with natural

substance. It’s what makes them become a reality in this material world.
So when believers don’t cultivate hope in their hearts, faith is left with
nothing to do.
“But, Brother Copeland,” you might say, “I have lots of hope. I’m hoping
for a better job. I hope my kids will do well in school. I’m hoping it won’t
rain tomorrow so I can go fishing.”

That’s not hoping. That’s wishing. True Bible hope is much more powerful
than that. The definition of the Greek words translated hope in the New
Testament literally means “an intense, white-hot expectation that
something is coming to pass.”

Most believers have very little of that kind of hope because it’s born out of
Holy Spirit-inspired dreams—dreams based and built on the promises of
God’s Word and heaven’s bounty. A dream becomes hope when the
dreamer starts expecting it to come to pass.

And there lies the problem. Too many believers have stopped dreaming.

Not Just Kid Stuff

As for me, I’ve been a dreamer all my life. As a little boy, I had an
imagination as big as all outdoors. (I still do. I can entertain myself for
hours.) One of my most enduring dreams began when I was a kid during
World War II. There was an Army air base just outside the West Texas
town where I grew up and they used to fly squadrons of P-47
Thunderbolts out of there. Since I was practically born with the desire to
fly, I’d lie on my back porch and imagine what it would be like to be in
those planes looking down through the clouds at my house.

Once when I was about 8 years old, a man who owned a Lockheed X
offered to fly my dad and me around the city and I got to sit up front with
the pilot. I absolutely couldn’t keep my hands off the yoke. We ended up
sitting on the ground for a while and I spent the whole time in the cockpit
making airplane noises and dreaming about flying that plane.
I realize that just sounds like kid stuff to most people, but over the years
that dream became a hope, and by the time I was in my 20s I was flying
airplanes for a living. My dream had become a reality.

If that was the end of the story, my dream of flying wouldn’t have been of
any eternal value. But that wasn’t the end of it because in 1967, that
dream ran head-on into the Word of God. And a dream that is based
purposely on God’s Word and on His promises becomes more than just a
personal desire. It becomes spiritual seed that is guaranteed to produce
fruit for the kingdom of God and bring rewards that will last forever.

All Dressed Up and Nowhere to Go

Jesus taught about that kind of spiritual seed in Mark 4. (Study the whole
chapter carefully if you want to see how to take your dreams from hope…
to faith…to reality.) He said: “To what shall we liken the kingdom of God?
Or with what parable shall we picture it? It is like a mustard seed which,
when it is sown on the ground, is smaller than all the seeds on earth; but
when it is sown, it grows up and becomes greater than all herbs, and
shoots out large branches, so that the birds of the air may nest under its
shade" (verses 30-32, New King James Version).

Notice Jesus said that when a divine dream seed is fully grown, others
can rest in its shade. That’s the wonder of Word-based, Holy Spirit-
inspired dreams. They not only satisfy the longings of our own hearts,
they glorify God and bless others as well. They bring increase to the
kingdom of God.

That’s what happened with my childhood dream of flying. It became a

spiritual seed on my very first day in full-time ministry. I’ll never forget
that day. I got up early in the morning, put on the only suit I owned and
went to the living room of our little house.

I didn’t have anywhere else to go. Nobody had asked me to preach yet. I
was just stepping out in faith and obeying God.

As I took out my yellow pad and Bible, I started to dream about what the
Lord had told me to do. He’d commanded me to preach the
uncompromised Word of God on every available voice. He’d instructed me
to preach that Jesus is Lord from the top of the world to the bottom and
all the way around.

So I began to say it. I stood in my living room and declared, “I’ll preach
that Jesus is Lord. I’ll preach that Jesus saves. I’ll preach that He baptizes
in the Holy Ghost and heals. I’ll preach that He is our financier, the Lord of
the Harvest, and the soon-coming King. And I’ll preach it from the top of
the world to the bottom, and all the way around the middle!”

Go as Far as You Can

Then it dawned on me. I can’t do that without an airplane!

Of course, about that time, my old fleshly mind piped up and asked me
how I thought I was going to buy an airplane when I could hardly afford
to get out of the living room. But I decided not to pay any attention to it.
I said, “I don’t have time to think about that. Glory to God, I’m too busy
dreaming about going around the world! I’m too busy seeing myself
preaching the Word of God to multiplied thousands of people.”

Before the end of that first day in ministry, the phone rang and Pastor
Harold Nichols from Fort Worth, Texas, asked me to come to his church
and preach. I accepted…and we were on our way.
I didn’t know where I was going after that. But I had a dream and a
vision. I had hope and I kept that hope alive by meditating on God’s
promises and feeding continually on His Word. I figured I’d just go as far
as I could go and expect God to take care of the rest.

Sure enough, He did. A few days after I finished the meetings at Pastor
Nichols’ church, Hilton Sutton asked me to come preach a meeting at his
church in Houston, Texas. “When can you come?” he asked.

“Right now!” I answered.

Brother Sutton asked me to come for a weekend and we wound up

staying three weeks. It was marvelous.

The last night of the meeting Brother Hilton’s dad asked me to come to
his church in Beaumont, Texas.

God Put a Dreamer in You

I charged down to Beaumont full of hope and enthusiasm. I’d been

dreaming of preaching to thousands so I was expecting a landslide. But
what I found when I got there was a mess. A flu epidemic had hit the
church and the first morning the only ones who showed up for the
meeting were the pastor, his wife and two other people. The next meeting
two more people showed up.

At first, I let that get to me. I let it cut off my dream. But after I spent
some time in prayer, the Lord showed me 1 Peter 5:6-7: “Humble
yourselves therefore under the mighty hand of God, that he may exalt
you in due time: Casting all your care upon him; for he careth for you.”
I saw it. I had to roll all the care of the meeting over on Him. Carrying the
care was killing my dream. The care said, “There’s no hope of you having
a meeting here.” But faith said, “I don’t have a care. I’ll preach whether
anyone comes or not. That’s what I’m called to do—preach the Word.
Period!”

I got back on my feet again. I decided the first thing we needed to do was
get these people healed. So the pastor and I took our anointing oil and
went out praying for the people. Every one of them got healed, except for
one man who just refused to get out of bed.

The next service, I went in and preached like there were 15,000 people
there. I preached all over the room. I preached up and down the aisles.
There were still less than a dozen people but I was shouting the victory
like the place was full. As I remember, there was one sinner there and the
rest were believers, but that one sinner got saved. As far as I was
concerned, that was 100 percent success—we were having a landslide!

Afterward, somebody said, “That poor preacher hasn’t ever been to

seminary. He’s so dumb he doesn’t know the difference between a
landslide and a flop!”

He didn’t realize that I was a dreamer. He didn’t know that while I was
preaching, I was seeing that place full. I was seeing people crowded in
until they were hanging out the windows. Before the week was out, that
dream had become hope…that hope had clothed itself with faith…and the
building was literally running over with people. It only held about 130,
and by Friday night they had to raise the windows so the people outside
could hear. We stayed and held two services a day for 21 days. It was
glorious.
That was almost 40 years ago now, and I’ve been dreaming Holy Ghost
dreams ever since. I’ve spent my life preaching that Jesus is Lord to
multiplied thousands and flying from the top of the world to the bottom
and all the way around. Over the years, my dreams have gotten bigger—
and I’m not finished yet.

“Yeah, but Brother Copeland, that’s just you. You’re a dreamer.”

So are you, my friend. If you’re a born-again believer, God has put

dreams inside of you, and He’s given you a servant called faith to bring
those dreams to pass.

So stir yourself up. Stir up your divine imagination and reach out into the
heavenlies. Immerse yourself in the Word of God and the fellowship of the
Holy Spirit and dare to dream the dreams He gives you. Bring your hope
to a higher level by declaring the Word, and keep meditating that Word
until your hope is clothed with faith, and that faith reaches into the realm
of the spirit and makes your dream a reality.

Don’t let fear or past disappointments hold you back. Plant your dream
like a mustard seed so it can grow up and become greater than the
impossibilities in your life. Plant it so it can grow up and become a source
of blessing, encouragement and support for others.

God is waiting for you to dream. The people you were born to bless are
waiting for you to dream. So don’t let the devil stop you. Dream on, my
friend. Dream on.