“Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable–if anything is excellent or praiseworthy–think about such things.”4\1
What is your happy thought?
For Peter Pan it was the second star to the right and straight on ‘til morning.
And it was the shadow of that wild boy on a cold winter’s night that bid Wendy Darling to leave behind the comfort of an open bedroom’s window and sail far beyond she knew.
It’s a beautiful thought really.
A girl, a nightgown and a dog went sailing into a mix of cold and starry sky with a boy who’d lost his shadow . . . and all that stood between them and the miles and miles to fall – was a happy thought.
A happy thought was all it took to take the scary to extraordinary.
I imagine the flight to Neverland was equal parts horrifying and exhilarating. A mixture of how-do-I-get back-from-here and please-tell-me-I-never-have-to-come-down. And to think – this newfound wonder mixed with the terrifying was the existence that Peter Pan knew far too well.
But when you come from a land of Never – you have two choices really. To never stop worrying or to never let your fear stand in the way of your adventure. I love that about Peter Pan. That must have been what Wendy loved about him too.
He was a boy who, by choice, was unafraid and that must have been an awfully big feat for such a small guy.
In Neverland there were big burly men with long black curly wigs and shiny silver hooks. There were angry, scaly-green crocodiles that kept time with the clock. There were lush enchanted jungles and scary remote islands – and flights on a sky that lay empty just beneath your feet, nothing holding you but positivity and fairy dust.
There is a scene in J.M. Barrie’s Peter Pan where he and Wendy are stranded on a frightful island. Peter knows Wendy’s heart. He knows she dare not leave him behind. So he reaches around her waist and tethers his balloon there. Then, he watches as she floats away into a safe, sovereign sky. “But what will become of you, Peter?!” she cries back to the ground below, heart aching for the wild boy who invited her to fly from her boring, ho-hum life. “To die,” Peter smiles. “To die would be an awfully big adventure.”
One word, maybe two, describes Peter Pan when it came to his Wendy . . . absolutely fearless.
We can learn so much from the land of Never. It pertains so closely to the recipe for living beyond a life stuck in the rabbit hole.
To live adventurously. With happy thoughts. Always moving forward.
God wants us to live amongst the Lost Boys. To lead them. To teach them what we know and who we know. To embrace the sky beneath our feet as if it were sure-footed-ground, knowing somehow, someway it IS. That this journey, this adventure, is God anointed. That He will never let us fall. That He will see us through every free-falling sky, every burly pirate, every silver laden hook, every crocodile with a tick-tock-clock. That He will NEVER leave us in fear because He didn’t give us a spirit of it.
Instead, He loved us enough to leave us with the Neverland mentality. Never think negatively because Peter was living proof that what you are thinking really does MATTER. Never be afraid to fly for adventure is seldom land bound. Never be scared of bruiting men or their wimpy hooks – your God is much more bruiting, much stronger. And never, ever forget that every good story begins with an awfully big adventure.