The Great Wave
It has been exactly 10 days since Furious Love was released around the world, and I have to admit, this whole experience is quite weird. Immediately after the release, we began receiving some of the most wonderful testimonies and words of thanks and gratitude I could ever imagine. They continue to come in, but it’s odd how little a creator of something gets to actually hear about how their creation is affecting the world at large. I know a few things. I know that the response has been universally positive, with many claiming this to be the best film they have ever seen. I know that most of the churches who had showings this past week are now feverishly working to set up subsequent showings, due to the incredible response they experienced. I know a great number of people have gotten saved after the film, and and even greater number have been challenged and spurred on to love more ferociously themselves. This is all good news.
It’s funny, because even now, I still get emails from people telling me some story about how Finger of God changed their life. It has been over two years since I last worked on that film, so when people bring it up to me, it’s kind of like, “Huh? Oh yeah…” I’m still so grateful for how God continues to use that little movie, and I’ve come to grips with the fact that I will never know the true extent of the fruit God has brought from that film.
A few weeks before Furious Love was released, I had a profound dream that I knew was from the Lord. I have only had maybe four dreams like this in my entire life. In it, my wife and I were in the backseat of a open-top jeep, driving along a huge beach. The beach was massive, at least a half-mile of sand lay between our jeep and the ocean. People were everywhere. Two men drove the jeep (I have since learned that these are, apparently, my two angels who have been assigned to me–I dreamed of them once before, when I was making Finger of God). Suddenly, I saw a big wave in the distance. From this far away, it was still fairly small, but it rose probably 30 feet out of the water and made a resounding crash on the shoreline. Then, shortly after that, an otherworldly, enormous wave rose up behind it. It stretched up to the sky, and was, easily, 1000 feet high. It towered over the entire beach, then slammed down onto the sand. Everyone on the beach was completely covered by this wave. I remember, the tip of the wave crashed right next to our jeep, and some of the spray got on me. Then I woke up.
I immediately understood what this dream meant, although it was hard for me to accept it. The first wave was Finger of God. It caused a stir, to be sure, and many were affected by it. It was a pretty big wave, but nothing like what was coming after it. The second, enormous wave, was Furious Love. I have gotten word after word after word from everyone from close prophetic friends to perfect strangers who all reiterate the same thing: that I have no idea the impact that Furious Love is going to have on the world. In my dream, the impact was enormous and all-encompassing. Everyone who came in contact with it was completely covered by God’s “furious wave”. Interestingly, though, I only felt a splashing of the impact.
I now realize that I probably never will know the true impact these films have, and in reality, that’s probably a good thing. There isn’t much I can take credit for with these things. Obviously, I’m obedient and do what I feel God is asking me to do, and yes, I needed to train enough in my past to be able to tell a good, tight story, but in the end, these are God’s films. If He doesn’t show up, I’ve got nothing to write about. If He doesn’t move on people, then no lives get changed.
So am I bummed that I don’t know what’s going on out there? Sort of, but not really. The Lord gives me enough feedback to keep me moving forward, but not so much that I start to think that, yeah, I really am kind of a genius. If I ever get to that point, I’ve ordered my family and friends to hold an intervention and remind me just how much of an idiot I really am.
All artists have egos. I am no exception. But God is bringing me to a place where my ego, my identity, is not wrapped up in what I create or how many people it affects. My identity is found in Him and Him alone.
Thank God for that.