The Impossible Dream
Sermon shared by Doug Boquist
What follows is a sermon delivered completely as a story. No scripture is read, and no conversation precedes the story to set up the audience. The story is told from a narrator’s standpoint. The songs in the story can be spoken or sung, although singing would be preferable. Later in the story one of the earlier songs is hummed. Again, it is best if this humming is performed rather than spoken of.
When the story ends, the pastor leaves the platform while quiet music is played for a minute or two giving people an opportunity to reflect on and pray about what they have just experienced. No attempt is made to discuss or moralize the story after it is completed. Following the time of reflection the benediction is given.
Paula looked at the bottle of pills on the nightstand. She was drunk and already had taken four sleeping pills. Through her grogginess she thought that if she took the rest of the bottle she wouldn’t have to wake up. As she pondered this, her eyes grew increasingly heavy and she fell asleep before her mind could send the signal to her arm to reach for the bottle. She dropped into a deep sleep followed by a long familiar, dreaded dream.
Her dream took her back to her first four years. They were the happiest of her memories. From then on, her life became more and more painful.
Paula was born to a 14 year-old Laotian refugee. Her father was a truck driver who used her mother for a quick one-night stand. Shortly after her birth Paula was given up for adoption.
With one notable exception, she was a beautiful baby. She had the Oriental eyes of her mother but the Caucasian coloring of her father. Her face, however, had a large, pronounced birth mark on her right cheek. It was about the size of her fist. Invariably it was to the birth mark that all eyes were drawn.
The adoption agency knew that they would have difficulty placing the child. It was hard enough placing a mixed race baby, but with the birth mark, it was an almost impossible task. After several weeks, the agency called Charity Phillips and asked for her help. Charity was a saint of a woman. A widow of ten years, she was always available to care for the most unwanted of children. For more than three years, Charity cared and nurtured Paula.
Just before Paula’s fourth birthday, Paula was placed by the agency in a foster home. The understanding with the foster parents, Tom and Linda Bartholomew, was that in time, they would adopt little Paula. Unfortunately, that never transpired. Soon after Paula moved into their house, Linda Bartholomew became pregnant after years of unsuccessful attempts. When their little girl was born, Paula became expendable. They tried to keep and love her, but their hearts were committed to their own biological child. Thinking that they didn’t have enough love to spread between the two girls, they returned her to the agency.
Paula, now six was placed in another foster family.